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We got to get off
this fucking "X"!

Where's his med kit?

Not sure we got the headcount
to make a move

- on that ridge, Jace.
- I'll make it solo.

- Jace!

Yeah, that's more like it!

This would not have happened

without your
ferocious determination.

- Thank you, sir.
- I hope you realize the impact

your work just had
on global security.

I think a celebration
is in order.

Don't you agree, Lieutenant?

I'd be honored to join, sir.

I'm retiring after I hit my 20.

Going all in
on the vet center, huh?

Could be a chance to have
more of an impact

than I've been having
with my rifle.

- I'm Clay.
- Ben.

This place is to help
guys like you.

Like us.

Just give me the gun.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Clay.

I, uh, I should have been there.

The battlespace commander
over there, Colonel Decker?

Failed to change
the comms channels.

So SGS was listening
to the broadcast

and knew we were coming through.

And set up an ambush
on the route.

Clay's six feet in the ground
because of him.

Hey. Kurt Decker.

Definitely gives us something

to live up to.

Every day, baby,

we'll make his name
mean something.

Do you think Clay would

want you to be
carrying around this guilt?

He told you
you were not to blame.

SOCOM Deputy Commander

Admiral Michael Rivas

will now present the Navy Cross

to Master Chief Jason Hayes.

So while Clay was
watching his team's back,

I was watching my own back,

worried that Command
would discover what this war

has done to my head.

I hid my traumatic brain injury.

Clay Spenser paid
the ultimate price for it.

The issue, Master Chief,

isn't just operating
with a serious injury.

You embarrassed Command
and the Navy.

My intention was
to save lives, sir.

But you created
one hell of a mess

and left us no choice
but to stand you down.

Warrant Officer Perry.

I have PTS, sir.

The only time I notice
the ringing in my ears

- is when it stops.
- Headaches.

More often than not.

Vision gets blurry.

- Trouble balancing.
- Breacher's syndrome.

Angry. All the time.

- Anxiety.
- We got your back, brother.

And no one is saying anything
that isn't true.

What's Command gonna do,
pull all our birds?

Like you taught me, boss-dog...

always improve
your fighting position.

We got warm blankets

and hot chocolate for anyone
thinking about ringing out!

Pays to be a winner.

Second place is just
the first loser!

- Pick it up!
- Go!

Don't let me down, guys.

Tadpoles have no idea
how easy they have it

compared to what we did
back in the day.

Pups who make it are entering
a safer world

thanks to you, Master Chief.

You should be proud
of all you accomplished.

The National Defense
Authorization Act allocated

$5.9 billion to Navy weapons,

and I want a healthy piece

of that pie for the tip
of the spear, gentlemen.

Lieutenant Blackburn,

any other pork for us
to pick over?

400 million has been designated

for Command to upgrade

our cybersecurity capabilities,

30 million to help reduce
our water consumption by 20%.

Reduce too much water,
we'll all be out of jobs.

Something to add,
Warrant Officer Perry?

Given I'm in this room
as punishment

for standing up
for warfighter health...

...I'm in no position

to point out how Command
continues to ignore it.

Mm.

1, this is 3.
Got eyes on the ordnance.

It's big. Moving now.

Yeah, put the lipstick
back in its tube,

you little leg humpers!

Yeah, I tell you what, man.
You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go home
and I'm gonna putOld Yeller on.

And I'm gonna laugh
my un-neutered balls off.

How do you like that?
Yeah.

- 15 years as an exemplary SEAL.

Then I meet you and I end up
in Command's doghouse.

- Literally.
- Yeah.

Uh, we'll go from fighting
the War on Terror

to the war on turds.

Quite the legacy we've built
for ourselves there, Omar Pyle.

Ugh!

- Fuck Command.
- Fuck Command.

Oh, it's stuck.
Come on.

Get off the thing.
Get off.

Mm. Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm-mm-mm.

Seems you're better
at hunting down Iranian generals

than a good cup of coffee,
Lieutenant.

Yes. Two months here at SOCOM

and my caffeine fix
still eludes me, sir.

Here's some news
that may energize you:

my Integrated Deterrence
Partnership has been approved.

Finally. Congratulations, sir.
I knew you'd win

- those congressional
clowns over.
- Well...

I'm just relieved tying you
to a desk to write proposals

wasn't a total waste
of your talents.

I'm here to help evolve
Spec Ops away

from the War on Terror.

Now that we're approved,
you actually won't be here.

Are you ready
for your new role at DEVGRU?

I'm honored you've entrusted me
with overseeing

the initiative's implementation.

I won't let you down, sir.

- Yes!

I'm telling you,
the best tacos in Coronado.

Your mom and I used to love
coming here.

It's so hard to imagine you
as Californians.

Says the Vah Beach girl
moving to San Diego.

- Don't worry, Mikey.

We plan on ending my career
back at DEVGRU, right?

Oh-ho,
pump the brakes there, Brad.

Huh? There's only one way
to eat an elephant.

- One bite at a time.
- That's it.

- Get at it, kid.

Speaking of DEVGRU,

we decided to get married
in Vah Beach.

It's way too expensive out here.

Wait a second, Vah Beach--

Perfect bulkhead.

I'm telling you.
It's perfect.

We're hoping for a venue
with maybe less

of a stale beer
and urine stench.

Couple weeks as a Californian

and she's already
gone soft, Dad.

Speaking of urine
and stale beer,

there's a place
right around the corner here,

Danny's bar.

Cujo and I used to raise
some serious hell in that bar.

And you will, too,
with your teammates

when you graduate BUD/S.

If he graduates BUD/S.

He'll make it.

I didn't move your sister

all the way out here
just to ring out.

You want to help your chances?

Take Emma's last name
when you get married.

Navy's in need
of a SEAL named Hayes.

Nah, whoa, whoa,
I'm still a SEAL,

okay, Mikey Muscles?

Command just doesn't seem
to want me operating these days.

Rejecting the Navy Cross
made you the most decorated

supply supervisor
in the military.

Yeah. And pissed
a lot of people off, too.

Yeah, but you stood up
for your brothers, sir.

I mean, that's a total
team guy move.

And if the consequences
of being stood down

are we get to see you more,
win-win.

But I'm not seeing
a win-win now.

I'm the one that's
got to be carrying

furniture up
four flights of stairs.

I'm gonna need more tacos 'cause
you guys ate them all, so...

- Mikey, let's go.
- Uh, no, no, no, no, no.

This round is on me, all right?

You guys are cheaper
than actual movers.

Wow. Did I just get
big-leagued by Brad?

You guys coming out and helping
us get settled means so much.

I'm just sorry Mandy's not here.

Well, you know, she's the one
saving the world these days.

I have to admit I was a little
anxious about you coming.

I told you,

if I was gonna
waterboard this kid,

I would've done it months ago.

I meant you being here,
in Coronado,

where you started your career,

met so many
of the brothers you lost,

enjoyed the best days
of your marriage.

This would have been
a mental minefield

for you not too long ago.

You're right.
It would've been, but I'm good.

Right?
TBI treatments are working.

I got Mandy, I got you,
I got Mikey.

I thought being away
from the battlefield for so long

would be hard on you, but...

here you are,
happier than I can remember.

Easy day. Let's go.
Bring 'em up.

- Here we go.
- All right.

Since opening our doors
four months ago,

Spenser House has treated
more than 120 veterans,

but, unfortunately, we've had
to turn even more away.

Which is why
we feel compelled to expand.

Your contribution will add
more beds, more case workers,

more hands and more hearts
to help treat our vets.

It's so much better when
you're not reading it, Daddy.

It was a good note,
Jameelah June.

And when you lay it out,
it's kind of impressive,

what we've accomplished.

What you've accomplished.
Thanks to shore duty,

I haven't been
pulling my weight.

Oh, I can't be mad,

not when you look like that
wearing that suit at the center.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Retirement's
in eight more weeks,

then you're all ours.

I like the sound of that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Me, too.

Forgive me,
but was it really a promotion

if you had to spend
two months in Tampa?

Uh, well, I will admit
it is nice to finally be back.

Although I wish

I'd been here more for you.

Oh, please.

The whole Bravo family's
been incredible.

They've been around constantly.

I actually feel bad for,

you know, benefitting from
their punishment.

Oh, I know what you mean.

I mean, our trajectories are
going in opposite directions.

Clay'd be proud of you.

And he would also tell you

to not feel guilty about
Bravo's issues.

- Hey.
- Print those invites,

'cause the Spenser-Quinn
wedding is on.

- Ain't that right?

Oh...

Oh. Oh.

Since when did you
get back in town?

Since the initiative
I was working on got approved.

Ah, you are looking at DEVGRU's

new liaison officer to SOCOM,

- or something like that.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm glad to see that, uh,

one of us is still useful.

I'm glad to see you haven't
spent your shore duty

waking up in strip clubs.

- Ah.
- It takes a village.

Ladies, not in front of Leanne.

You know, this is
my first time meeting her.

- How is that possible?
- Our relationship

has got more pains
than an old window.

Doesn't it? It sure does.

You want to say hi to
your Auntie Lisa?

- Say hi. Say hi.
- Hello.

- Oh. That was good.
- Oh.

That's your aunt
Lisa Davis right there.

Hello. Oh,
aren't you just the cutest?

Oh, hi. Hi, hi.

- I probably better get to work.
- Okay.

We're flying.

That's it? You're going?

Yeah, yeah. Gotta go.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hey, hey.
Want to give her to me?

- Yeah, here you go.
- Come here.

Come, come, come, come.

You wanna go play?
Wanna go play?

Thank you.

I will talk to you later.

Or not.

- Bye.

So, were you able
to manage with those two?

Oh. Oh, yeah.
Are you kidding me?

Yeah, they were so cute.

Man, I think I even
caught them holding hands.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

What's that?

I'm just
restocking your essentials,

and once I get these unloaded,

I'm gonna take a gander at
that janky toilet of yours.

Just go spend time
with Leanne, please.

You're too good to us.

Are you kidding me?

The silver lining has been,

the past couple months,

you know, getting to come here.

I mean, Davis is right.

You know, shore duty,

you know, I could've been
eating sorrow by the spoonful.

While we're on the subject, um,

do you remember Ben,

the vet that Clay

was trying to help when...

Yeah.

Beer always tastes better
after mission success.

Oh, there's no chance

we'd move all that stuff in
without your help, sir.

To be fair, Brad,

I think I did
most of the heavy lifting.

Actually, I think
my credit card did.

You didn't need to
treat us to so much new stuff,

especially when you're already
helping out with the wedding.

But if spoiling us is your
new purpose, I'm here for it.

Hell of a lot better than
kicking in doors,

I'll tell you that.

Cheers.

Brad, if you're too afraid to
drink in front of our dad,

how're you gonna smoke
some dirtbag downrange?

Jesus, Mikey.

Nobody wants to think
about that, all right?

What? Killing's
a big part of the job.

I mean,
what's so wrong with that?

Stop. Enough.

Look, Brad, you know,
my firstborn,

you know, moving in with you
out of wedlock,

you got bigger issues
to worry about.

So drink up, kid.

- You're all right.

I'm gonna get in
some body surfing

before we head to the airport.

Eh, you know what?
I trust him more on ice

than I do in the water.
Can you hold this for me?

- Yeah.
- I'll be his swim buddy.

Gonna miss you guys.

I'll come back
and see you in a few weeks.

You seem to have
a lot of vacation time

for a guy in DEVGRU jail.

Well, you know,
I wouldn't actually say that

I got permission, but, you know,

I'd go AWOL for you any time.
You know that.

Thanks for being so supportive.

I just want you to be happy.

Like you and Mom were here.

Before everything got...

I do worry what being a SEAL
will do to Brad.

To us. All the violence,

the loss...

It'll be different. Better.

The job's changing,

op tempo with it.

If you've conquered
all the demons

war made you endure,
then Brad can, too.

While we've been focused on

chasing down extremism
around the globe,

China, Iran and Russia

have quietly
accumulated substantial

hard and soft power through

military, economic,
and technological growth.

If we don't want to cede
the second half of this century

to our adversaries,

we need to evolve
from counterinsurgency ops

to full-spectrum warfare.

As we adapt to this

integrated deterrence strategy,

Lieutenant Davis

will lead a group of officers to

identify operations of value

with external partners.

Thank you, Captain Walch
and Admiral Rivas.

Our adversaries no longer attack

with only bullets and bombs.

Their arsenal has expanded
to include weapons

such as social media
propaganda, drug trafficking

and election meddling
in an attempt to

dethrone the United States as
the world's leading superpower.

This is why
it is vital that we shift

special operations' focus
from the War on Terror

to great power competition.

I'm excited to roll up
my sleeves with all of you.

The ball is
in your hands, Lieutenant.

Don't drop it.

Am I allowed a word or

you only bumping elbows
with admirals now?

Well, you still outrank me, sir.

Well, from packing parachutes
to a seat at the big table.

It's quite an ascent,
Lieutenant Davis.

You've rightfully caught
Admiral Rivas's eye.

Well, wouldn't hurt
for you to put in

some face time with him, too.

Oh, no, I'm staying off
the admiral's radar

after Jason left him
at the Navy Cross altar.

I was hoping that'd be
water under the bridge by now.

No, Bravo 1
unleashed a tidal wave

that still needs cleaning up.

These bozos aren't
helping either. Excuse me.

Christ.

Petty Officer Quinn,
you mind telling me

what you're doing with
a bag of dog feces?

Well, sir, uh,

I guess, um,

I'm just, uh,

a "bring your work home
with you" type of guy.

Sir.

This have anything to do
with the Saran Wrapping

of Command's commodes,

or the "I'm the problem,
it's me" bumper sticker

placed on
Captain Walch's vehicle?

Oh, we wouldn't know
anything about that, sir.

No?

Your shore duty was meant to
de-escalate this situation,

but these childish pranks,

they could put
your tridents at risk.

Our tridents are already inert

- thanks to this bullshit.
- Yeah.

You have something to add,
Petty Officer Sawyer?

I said, uh, thanks to Command,

our, uh, tridents
are useless. Sir.

Idiots.

Flush with cash and Command
still won't spare a dime

for operator health.

And as Blackburn's lackey,
all I can do is

sit back and watch them
continue to ignore our problems.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what,
probably would've

been a bigger impact if I'd

just shoved the Navy Cross
up Rivas's ass.

You're not regretting
calling Command out, are you?

No, it had to be done, Ray.

Just... just pissed off

that you guys are all
in jail with me, that's all.

I'm sure
you weren't expecting to

spend your last, what,
few months

as a frogman pushing papers.

It's not exactly

going out in
a blaze of glory, Jason Hayes.

What, are you having
second thoughts?

No. No.

Seeing Command drag their feet
on the TBI and the PTS fronts

only proves I can do more good
by putting my rifle down.

Tell you what,
that Spenser House

is definitely
a good offramp for you.

Hmm. If more veterans had
an offramp when they got out,

there wouldn't be a need
for places like Spenser House.

DEVGRU is definitely
gonna do their part to

make sure you stay
in business forever.

Yeah.

- Fuck Command.
- Fuck Command.

Come on, Karlson.

We got next.

Wouldn't be the first time that

Bravo's had to wait on Charlie.

You can have it now.

Unlike Bravo,
Charlie's got work to do.

Where in the hell
is Trent and Brock-olini?

Well, maybe they're tired of
doing the same thing

every single night.

You think Command might've
stripped their birds?

Blackburn seemed pretty pissed.

No, they're not firing anybody.

The optics would be terrible

and we're more
dangerous to Command

outside the Navy than in.

Yeah. Well,

Operation Utterfuckery
continues.

Makes you think, though.

If we did get fired,
the hell would we do?

Well, operating is
the greatest job in the world.

- Yeah.
- But I do happen to have

another gig in my back pocket.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Congressman.

- Congressman?
- Yeah.

No chance.

How the hell are you
gonna get elected?

By a landslide, that's how
I'm gonna get elected.

Picture my campaign commercial,

trident, little Texas twang,
and a 40 mike-mike.

You can say hello

to the distinguished gentleman
from time to fucking shine.

Oh, my! That was a bull's-eye.

- That was a bull's-eye.

- Holy shit. Yup.

You are the most electable
person I know.

Yeah. Well, I am only

leaving this job feet first.

Uh,

- hold that thought.
- Oh.

All right.

Allow me to buy you a drink
and toast your latest promotion.

Well, the way Command's
down on Bravo,

you might want
to save your money.

:
Yeah. That's true.

So, I guess you're buying.

I'm pretty sure we agreed
to keep a low profile,

given the possible investigation

into Colonel Decker
getting punched.

We did, and that made sense
three months ago,

but I haven't got any wind
of an investigation. Did you?

Military's not exactly known
for their efficiency.

Well, General Douchenugget,
he got his star,

and everybody moved on.

:
I'm in the clear.

Well, your time away
from the battlefield

has made you an optimist.

Time away from the battlefield
has made me bored,

especially since

Hannah has taken Leanne
back to Texas.

Life is definitely more exciting
with you in it.

Look, this isn't easy
for me, either,

but we still need to be careful.

Aye-aye, Lieutenant.

- Starting tomorrow.
- Mm.

- Bourbon?
- Bourbon.

What, so you just bailed on your
shore duty to go to Coronado?

That's right. Command's taken
priority over my family

- for too long.
- Yeah, well, the funny thing is,

is it took Command punishing us

for Bravo to actually start
becoming a problem.

Adapt and overcome,
that's what we do.

- Fuck it.
- Yeah, buddy.

Oh, aren't you
a sight for sore eyes.

- Hi, Davis.
- Hello.
- Hi.

So, how's life, uh,
climbing Command's ladder?

Well, you know,

I figured
I'd come down a few rungs,

slum it with my old family.

I just wish
our whole family was here.

Yeah, well, you know what?

To all our
fallen brothers, right?

So, uh, Ben pled to,
uh, felony vandalism.

Sentencing's next week, and

Stella is gonna show up
and speak on his behalf,

ask for leniency, and, uh,

she asked, she asked
if I would go with her.

What're you gonna do?

Well, I know Ben
didn't pull the trigger.

You know? Hell, I just...

I just miss my best friend.

Look, you're carrying enough

on those shoulders
supporting Stella.

There might not be room for Ben.

Our fight
is with Command anyway.

A fight we're losing.

Yeah, all the other teams
are rolling out

while we sit here and rot.

Got my bird to make an impact,

and Command's stripped us
of purpose.

- Give it time, brother.
- Yeah, look,
maybe taking a break

from Operation Utterfuckery
will be good for us.

My days of going rogue are over.

Blackburn reassigned me
to LOGSU for a month.

Logistical support? Shit.

You are definitely inert now.

Oh, Blackburn's just trying to
make an example out of you, man.

Keep the rest of us in line.

We stood up for what's right,

and Command just keeps
pushing us down.

Master Chief Hayes, come back
tomorrow and knock when you do.

I think you should be grateful

I didn't kick
the fucking door down.

As you can see,
I'm engaged with Captain Walch.

You're fine, Hayes.

I always enjoy sightings
of Command's crustiest bullfrog,

though they've become
increasingly rare.

Didn't realize you were back
from your unauthorized leave.

Yeah, well, I just
had to run back to make sure

you're still doing nothing
on the whole TBI front.

Commander Blackburn
had a proposal

for warfighter brain health
waiting on my desk

when I started
last month, actually,

but that public
temper tantrum you threw

didn't win you many hearts
and minds, Master Chief.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I would just like to know
why my teammates

are suffering for my actions?

You know,
they'd do themselves a favor

by taking their medicine
quietly.

You got to be kidding me.

You're taking away the one thing

that these guys love to do.

How do you expect them to act?

Admiral Rivas is crawling up
my ass over this new initiative.

How do you think he'd feel
if I returned the man

who embarrassed him
back to operating?

Right.

Consequences matter,
Master Chief.

Yeah, you're right.
Consequences do matter.

How about this?

You put Bravo back in the field

and you can have my trident.

- You're late.
- Yeah. I know I'm late, Ray.

Come on, man, we gonna work off
those Coronado tacos

I know you slayed.

Just give me a second, okay?

What, you got to put on
some more muscle mass

to carry Blackburn's briefcase?

Uh, look, man,
shore duty and retirement

are no excuses for slacking off.

All right, it's a slippery slope
to a dad bod, brother.

I'm sure Naima
appreciates the effort.

Command told us
to pick up the dog poop,

but they never told us
what to do with it after.

Oh, don't tell me...

Oh, Brock and I kept him
from carpet-bombing

the officers' parking lot.

What, are you fucking 12, Sonny?

I am young at heart, okay?

Besides, you always taught me

you miss 100% of the shots
that you don't take.

Could be Command
dropping the hammer.

Or maybe our campaign
of chaos worked.

What, you think we're off
double-secret probation?

Maybe Command's finally
making a move on TBI.

What do you think, J?

Oh, yeah, I think that, uh,

think your shore duty is over.

For all of us, Jace.

All right.

- All right.
- All right.

Hey.

Walch gonna take my deal?

We're waiting for one more.

Well, we've been sitting
on our asses for months.

What's a few more minutes?

- Not sure
you all have met.

Drew Franklin,

Jason Hayes,
Ray Perry, Omar Hamza,

Sonny Quinn, Brock Reynolds.

Hey, who the hell is this guy?

Drew Franklin.

Thought he was an urban legend.

The phony hero
of Tier One tall tales.

Maybe those tales just seem tall
because of your, uh...

stature.

I thought you washed out.

More like he drowned himself.

I heard, though, that, uh,

self-sabotage makes him
weak in the knees.

That's tough talk
coming from a team

thatThelma & Louised
themselves.

Oh... We stood up
for the brotherhood, yeah.

How's that working out for you?

Why am I here, sir?

You're all here
for an assignment.

Foreign internal development.

Oh...

We're getting pulled off
the bench

to train tomorrow's
enemies today?

Only if Sweden turns on us
in the future.

Starting tomorrow,

you all will be spending
the next month

working with Swedish SOG.

Who the hell are these

neutral yodelers
fixing to fight anyway?

- Our purgatory continues.
- Yeah.

Only thing worse
than sitting on the sidelines

on shore duty is sitting
on the sidelines away from home.

Well, maybe
this is Command's way

of getting us back in the game.

Yeah, getting lumped in
with Drew Franklin

means we're still a bunch
of misfit toys around here.

He's the dude who got clipped

for cheating
on a sniper contest, right?

Yeah, and he never lost
his trident.

He won, like, $50 million
playing a poker tournament.

He just pays the brass
to keep him around.

Oh, wait, is he that

silver spoon from
that blood diamond family?

Yes. Making him the,
uh, happy sock

that got busted
drunk-driving a Humvee.

Yeah, his senator daddy,
he makes sure

he only does cushy embeds

with partner forces
and nonstop PRODEVs.

Can't trust a team guy
with no team.

Any chance we're
catastrophizing, boss,

and this FID isn't
a middle finger from Command?

Look, Blackburn tells us we're,
uh, confined to base over there.

Stay in the barracks,
no vehicles, no liberty.

Definitely
a "fuck you" from above.

Sweep us under the rug,

get back to business as usual.

So we fight it?

Look, I fired
my best shot, boys.

A month in Sweden's
not gonna kill us.

All right, look,
Mandy's gonna be looking into

all those wedding venues
that you have on your list

when she gets back.

I got to tell you right now,

a lot of them
are filling up fast.

You remembered to add that spot

in Chesapeake Bay
we spoke about?

Look, I told you, I've been
keeping my brain sharp.

Which is why I know that
Mikey has a tournament

a week after I get back
in Detroit.

Which means you have to come
meet us there, so we can

chirp, you know, his opponents
when he lights the lamp.

Sounds fun.

I'll look into flights
and hockey terminology.

Yeah. All right, I love you.

I love you, too.
Be safe.

What are you looking at, man?

What? No.

Calm in the calm
and playing wedding planner

is a new look for Bravo 1.

All inmates are the same here.

There's no Bravo 1 on FID.

You say it like you don't mind.

Are you telling me you wish
you were jumping out

of the back of that plane
into the fire?

Uh...

you know, it's funny.

This close to my 20,

the first time
I can remember leaving home

more focused
on what comes after the op.

Months of being stood down
has given me

an idea of what life is like

without operating. Man,

I might not have
an offramp like you,

but I got to tell you,

- I now see the possibilities.

Keep that four-legged Judas

away from me there,
Brock-a-doodle-do.

Well, maybe we don't
let them know

- that we don't hate
this low-risk op.
- Yeah, nice.

I never realized how much Trent
played buffer between these two.

This is gonna be a long month.

Drew Franklin.

The man, the myth,
the left-handed hammer.

You should put that
on a T-shirt.

Then, uh, get one that fits.

Drew or Franklin?

Drew.

We're first names here, too.

Actually,
Pepper's first name is Aliz.

Brockroach, seriously, dude.

Please, I swear to Baby Jesus,
can you just stop?

Sonny has a temper.

And he snores like a Mark 48.

Something to think about
when you're choosing

your bunk, you know?

We don't have to do
a full meet and greet.

I'm just here to serve my time.

Not looking to make friends.

You know, I put on the charm
offensive when I joined

this group,
I got met with cold shoulders

and jagged elbows.

This approach?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hey, Drew?

Drew!

Look, I know
you're not part of Bravo,

but it's just gonna make things
a hell of a lot easier

for everyone
if you know how we roll.

Well, I don't know
what you see on this plane,

but I see a bunch
of problem kids

Command is putting on a shelf.

And I hate to break
what months of shore duty

should've made clear.

But there is
no Bravo Team anymore.

Show me your hands!

¿Dónde está la biblioteca?

- Get on the ground!
- Show us your hands!

And that is what's known
as getting sucked into the room.

See, you were so focused

on his problem that
you failed to clear your corner.

Happens
to seasoned operators, too.

It is why we drill it.

When do we teach them
one-man room entry?

That's not a thing.

Are you telling me you never
cleared a room by yourself, Tex?

Brief is to teach
standard practice.

One-man clearing
is non-standard.

- Let's run it again.
- Okay.

Yeah.

Attack dogs enhance operability
in countless ways.

For starters,
dogs can exploit entry points

human operators can't access
or fit into.

Lundgren, make entry there.

- I can't.
- Exactly.

Pepper, climb.

Dogs can also
distract the enemy,

leaving them vulnerable.
Lundgren, Andersson,

- set up as OPFOR.
- Yep.

- Get him!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Pepper, move!

Here!

All that time downrange,

you guys are lucky.

Yeah, lucky's not the first word

that comes to mind
when you're about to kick a door

and you don't know
what's on the other side.

Fair, but how can we evolve

if we only practice?

I was once like you, kid.

Dying to get in the fight.

I evolved.

So did the enemy.

So did the violence.

Not only the violence I endured.

But the violence I inflicted.

Come on, Brock,
whenever you get a chance here.

Whoa, where'd you get those?
We're not allowed off base.

I gave Lundgren cash,
asked him to grab something

a ten-year-old
would like, but, uh,

do these seem a little adult?

Seems a little not English.

Wow, does your boy, uh,
he speak Swedish Chef?

Come on, boys,
let's stop gabbing

and put thePlaygirl away
and, uh,

Brock's dealt you in there,
come on.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Whoa, is that local cash?

Sit down, let us take it
off your hands.

I think I'll save it.

Got a guy in Delaware who gives
me a bonus on the exchange rate.

Come on, what's a member
of the Billionaire Boys Club

need pocket change for?

You heard that one about me

being a trust fund kid?

Well, that's not a denial.

So I guess it's true.

How do you know when
a SEAL's telling the truth?

Only 90% of what he says
is bullshit.

Tell me you're not raising
on a weak flush draw?

- Wow.
- Oh, he just...

Well, he's gone.
See, that makes one less.

- You're out.
- See ya, buddy.

So, uh, am I the only
one curious

how Drew got his hands
on Swedish cash?

The SOG guys wanted to learn
some of the non-standard stuff

we're not teaching.

Told them I'd share my wisdom

for a price.

Well, that guy got ripped off.

I'm more concerned
with Drew selling secrets.

Well, not to worry.

I passed off Stallone's
classic moves as my own.

- Rambo?
- All five.

You scammed them?

This guy's bullshit's gonna
get us in trouble, Jace.

More trouble.

Oh, as opposed
to the upper-decker you took

in Walch's private john?

You got to give the kid
some credit, man.

For thinking outside the box
while we're cooped up in here.

That is some
old-school team shit.

I will say that krona
that he has on him,

that could, uh,
finance a little field trip

into town for us, right?

- I like that. I like that.
- Okay.

- All right,
now we're talking.
- Is Bravo's losing streak

so long you forgot
to the victor go the spoils?

You been outside of Command
so long you've forgotten

who I am and what the fuck
I can do to you?

You have two choices.

Either return the cash
to the Swedes,

or donate it
to your fellow frogmen.

There we go.

Well, when you put it like that.

Took a joyride
off base yesterday.

I may know a spot
with an early-bird special

for you blue hairs.

- Wow.

- All right, okay.

Might as well deal me in.

All right, Magic Mike,
put your money on the table.

:
Magic Mike.

- Let's see what you got.

I know adopting SOCOM's
Integrated Deterrence strategy

may cause
some growing pains here,

so to ease us in,
I've prepared briefing memos

on potential operations
with external partners.

I'd like each of you
to review one of these briefs,

and then we can reconvene
tomorrow

to discuss how they align

with SOCOM's objectives
and DEVGRU's tactics.

If you've already done
all the work,

why do we have to review it?

Are you, uh,
second-guessing yourself?

Not at all, Lieutenant
Commander Kirkpatrick.

My expertise
in intel and logistics

offers one perspective
on these packages.

Fresh eyes from the former
operators in this room

ensures that we're examining
our options from all angles.

Australian SAS.

World Health Organization.

Tier One assets are meant
to be independent,

and you want to yoke us
to outsider oversight.

Dick Marcinko must be
rolling over in his grave.

You, uh,

you even know who that is?

You want to explain to me

what this is again?

Smörgåstårta.

Smoked salmon, eggs,
radishes, cucumbers.

That's the worst cake recipe
I've ever heard.

It's a sandwich.

With an identity crisis.

Hey, after this, what do you say

we go shopping? I need to pick
up a classy Swedish timepiece.

Need an heirloom for Leanne.

You know, got to one up, uh,

Hannah's new gentleman caller.

Swedish timepieces, huh?

You're thinking

of the Swiss,
Carmen Sonny-diego.

: This guy.
Hold the phone here, okay?

Seriously, I mean,

you can fleece the Swedes
all you want, but do not take

my nickname bit there,

Seaman Timmy.

There's something
the Swedes are famous for,

is their women's ski team.

I think I'll, uh,
I'll go look for them.

Oh, okay, look at that.

You play one hand of poker
and you quit

and now you're
bailing on us again.

- Relax, Sonny, have some cake.
- No, Jace, I'm relaxed, man.

- Eat the cake.
- I am, but if you want

to boss somebody around,
why don't you, uh...

tell him to quit it with this
independent study bullshit.

No, he can't "boss" me
because he's not my boss.

He's Bravo 1,
and he outranks all of us.

- Ah, this isn't an op.
- Relax, dude.

It's detention.

You know, your attitude sucks.

Mm, here's a...

here's a rumor I can verify.

- What's that?
- You're a Texas-sized douche.

What the hell was that?

- This way. Move.

- Looks like a bomb went off.
- Odds are low
of a terrorist attack

- in Sweden.
- No, got to be
a gas line explosion.

- Follow-on fires.
- Whatever it is,
people are injured.

We can help them
till the emergency crews arrive.

We're not
supposed to be off base.

Expose ourselves, there'll be a
lot worse when we get back home.

Yeah, well, fuck that, all
right? Command's bullshit's

no reason for us to stay
on the sidelines.

Ray, take Drew and Omar, set up
a CCP over there. Rest of you?

On me, search for the wounded.

Come on, move.

Help him out.

- It's okay.

- All right, easy, easy.

Head over in that
direction, ma'am.

- It's okay.

It's all right. Come on.
Cover your mouths.

Cover your mouths.
Help is on the way.

Get over in that area
right there.

I'm seeing severe burns,
lacerations,

couple of fractures.

Gonna be hard to treat
until medics get here.

We don't have much gear.

Ma'am, can you speak English?

Is there anything in your bag
we can use as medical supplies?

First aid kit.

There's some tampons.

I'm not sure
we got enough supplies

to treat all the wounds
we're seeing.

At least I can start closing up
some of these lacerations.

Whatever hooch is in here

is strong enough
to help clean wounds.

That's good thinking. Glad to
see you're calm in the chaos.

Was that in doubt?

You don't exactly present
as a team guy.

Hey, looks like we're getting
closer to the origin.

I spent enough time
in the sandbox

to know a car bomb
when I see one.

Fuck.

That's AK fire.

We got active shooters
in the mall.

This is a coordinated attack.

Fuck, and we got no weapons
between us to take 'em out.