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Previously on SEAL Team...

My integrated deterrence
partnership has been approved.

You ready for
your new role at DEVGRU?

I won't let you down, sir.

Do you remember Ben,

the vet that Clay
was trying to help?

Ben pled to, uh,
felony vandalism.

Stella is gonna show up
and ask for leniency.

She asked if
I would go with her.

The job's changing,

op tempo with it.

If you've conquered
all the demons

war made you endure,
then Brad can, too.

That public temper tantrum
that you threw

didn't win you
many hearts and minds.

I would just like
to know why my teammates

are suffering for my actions.

OMAR:
15 years as an exemplary SEAL,

and I end up
in Command's doghouse.

-ERIC: Not sure
you all have met.
-SONNY: Drew Franklin.

-Thought he was an urban legend.
-ERIC: You're all here
for an assignment.

You all will be spending
the next month

working with Swedish SOG.

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.
-JASON: Relax, dude.

-It's detention.
-(explosion)

(all groaning)

JASON:
We got active shooters
in the mall.

SONNY:
This is a coordinated attack.

We got no weapons
between us to take 'em out.

(people screaming)

(distant gunfire)

Shitbirds inside are using
civilians for target practice.

Bombs and shooters?

This is more than
a lone wolf attack.

So who's doing it?

-Feels like Mumbai or Beslan.
-OMAR: All that matters is,

whoever they are,
they get put down hard.

-Where's a SAW
when you need one?
-JASON: All right, look.

Being unarmed,
that doesn't make us helpless.

Ray, Omar, stay here,
triage the wounded.

-We'll do what we can, boss.
-All right, Brock,

Sonny, Drew,
with me inside the mall.

We're gonna help whoever we can
however we can, got it?

First responders are gonna need
intel when they arrive.

Save 'em some time
if you can get the shooters'

-numbers and locations.
-JASON: All right, look.

Without comms, we use
cell phones to communicate.

You better AirDrop
those Bat Phone digits there,

Drewce Wayne.

-(woman screams)
-(Drew scoffs)

-(distant gunshots)
-(phone chimes)
-Okay.

Got it. You solid?

-Let's move.
-Jace.

You sure you don't want me
or Omar inside instead of Drew?

Guy's a total wild card.

That's exactly why
I want him on my hip,

so I can manage him, all right?

Roger that.

-(alarm blaring)
-(distant gunfire)

(indistinct shouting, clamoring)

JASON:
Move. Get to your right.

I've got an unknown over here.

Sonny, Brock, bump up.

See if you can get
eyes on the shooter.

Okay, easy. Help him out.

(lightly slapping)

Come on.

-Anything?
-The lights are on

but nobody's answering.

-Should we exfil him?
-Nah, the people deeper inside

the mall are more in danger.

Let's try and get him up.
Go easy.

(distant gunfire continues)

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Over here.

Help us out with this guy.

We got to get him out now.

Easy on his leg. All right?

Go to your right.
Okay, move, move.

(man groans)

(distant gunshots)

(siren wailing)

Sounds like the good guys
with guns are coming.

It's about fucking time.

Sonny?

I got eyes
on three of these assholes.

They got AKs,
chest rigs and sidearms.

Is that all of them?

Think there's a fourth.
Haven't seen him yet,

but I can definitely
hear his gun.

It's carnage, Jace.

We just got to keep doing
what we're doing till the cops

storm this fucking place
with guns a-blazing.

(man speaking indistinctly)

-(gunshots)
-(people screaming)

SONNY:
Get down!

Get down!

(gunshots continues)

Get down!

Folks are Swedish fish
in a barrel.

We can't just watch
them get mowed down.

It's a good thing
this guy can't hit

-two targets at the same time.
-SONNY: Playing decoy

without our kit
ain't a good idea, Jace.

-(gunshots)
-(bystanders gasping)

I've got this, old-timers.

Easy, all right?

Save that speed
for the civilians.

When I move, you move.

(alarm continues blaring)

(gunshots)

Come on!

SONNY:
Go, go, go!

-(gunshots)
-(clamoring)

SONNY:
Down the stairs, let's go.

(man speaks Swedish)

(distant gunshots)

Copy that, 1.

-I'll relay that info.
-(siren wailing)

Hey.

I'm going to give the police
an intel dump from Jason.

-You good?
-Solid. Go.

-All right.
-All right, let's see here.

(whimpers)

(Naseeka speaking Arabic)

Oh, oh...

Uh...

(crying)

(screams)

(screaming, crying)

Oh, oh. I'm an American,
I'm here to help.

What are you doing here?

I'm U.S. military,
here on a training exercise.

Four of my teammates are inside
helping to evacuate people.

When are you moving in?

Ambulance and paramedics
are on their way.

What about the shooters?

You need to assault.
People are dying.

(distant gunfire)

JASON:
Talk to me, Ray.

Yeah, the police are here,
but they're holding

for their tactical team
to show up.

Fuck SWAT. Fucking clown show.

Yeah.

Nobody's moving in?

Waiting
for the goddamn tactical team.

That could take hours.

You remember Nairobi?

-(gunfire)
-(screaming)

These people
don't got time, Jace.

Yeah, we're
the only motherfuckers here

who can do anything.

Time to go on the offensive.

* *

Four guys with AKs against
four guys with cell phones

isn't a fair fight,
almighty Bravo or not.

Nancy Drew already
solved this case.

Our arsenal is as thin
as a fiddle string.

My grandninny
always taught me not

to dig up more snakes
than I could kill.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

One step at a time.

-Yeah, what's step one?
-Get a gun.

(distant screaming)

What have you got?

Broken femur. Makeshift splint
isn't much help.

We need to stabilize it.

The ambulance
should be here soon.

It's got to be
her femoral artery.

(groans)

Broken bone must've cut it.

(both crying)

-(crunches)
-(Naseeka screams)

All right, look, we need

to rig up a pressure dressing
to buy us some time.

Samara...

(Naseeka screams)

Hey, look, grab me
that baby bottle.

(Naseeka crying)

Thinking the lid

-will make a plug
for the artery?
-I'm gonna try.

-It won't hold long.
-(Samara coughing)

(wheezing breaths)

What, are you worried
about her lungs?

Blast wave injuries are tricky

without that X-ray vision.

-(blood squirts)
-(Naseeka groans)

Oh, God, this isn't working.

-(Naseeka crying)
-Hey.

Let me, uh...

let me see if the cops

have a trauma kit
with a proper tourniquet, okay?

All right, but what about
the girl? She okay?

-(Samara coughing)
-Keep an eye on her.

(Naseeka sobbing)

(distant gunfire)

(alarm continues blaring)

-(gunshots)
-(screaming)

Looks like
we found our rifle, boys.

We're getting sucked
into the room.

Brock, how long
will it take for Pepper

to get on the bite from here?

-(gunshots)
-(woman crying)

(screams)

About five seconds or so.

About three fewer seconds

than it takes to reload an AK.

As soon as he goes dry,
you send him.

We're gonna need
to be on him fast.

SONNY:
Follow the dog.

-Dead nuts sprint.
-Fuck yeah.

(gun dry fires)

Pepper... (shouts command)

(shouting)

50 grand of dog training
finally pays off, right?

I got dibs on the big gun.

Jackpot. Now we can finally
get in these psychos' game plan.

Yeah, if only
any of us spoke Swedish.

Hey.

Over here. Come here.

You speak English?

MAN:
Ja.

This is what I want you to do,
I want you to head that way,

back to the main entrance.
It's all clear there.

Give this to the police.
You understand?

Good.

(distant gunfire)

All right, look,
we got two teams.

Me and Drew with the Glock,

Sonny, Brock, the AK.

-Got it?
-We got three guys
that are still vertical.

What's the plan, Jace?

Straight hunter killer.

Put them down and end this.

Straight up. Sonny, head east.

-We got west. Let's roll.
-Let's go make that Navy money.

-(gunshots)
-(screaming)

(wailing)

(Samara breathing heavily)

(distant gunfire)

NASEEKA:
Samara?

Samara?

Samara!

Help her, please.

Please! Please...

If the plug
comes out of your leg,

you'll die.

You're too weak to hold it.

(speaks Arabic)

If she dies,
I have no reason to live.

Please, I can manage.

If you save her,
you'll have saved me, too.

(sobbing):
Please. Please!

(Naseeka groans)

(weeping)

All right, just-just,
just keep holding tight.

(Naseeka speaks Arabic)

All right, I'm gonna
relieve the pressure

that's built up
in her chest cavity.

(Naseeka sobbing)

(screaming)

-(gunshots)
-(people screaming)
-(Pepper barking)

(gunmen speaking indistinctly)

Let's move.

What's Swedish
for Mexican standoff?

(gunfire)

Sure could use
that rifle right now.

(fires)

Can Pepper fetch as good
as she takes a shit?

BROCK:
Not a chance.

Right, left.
Right, right, right, left.

Hey.

-Please...
-Where you hurt?

My leg. They shot me.

That's a lot of blood.

We'll need to get him
back to the CCP.

I can't leave.

I sent my children
inside that store to hide.

Slow down, all right? You're no
good to 'em out here like this,

you understand me?

I promise I'll get your kids

back to you safe.

-Here.
-No, no, no, you take it.

There could be more enemy back
there where we cleared before.

You understand?
Plus he's gonna slow you down.

Let's get him up.

-Okay.
-Got it?

-(grunts)
-Got him?

-Hey, keep your head
on a swivel.
-I got you.

I got two mags left.

Nothing's gonna change
unless something changes.

Then we got to flank him.

That's gonna be awful hard
with one weapon.

He's got to think he's being
flanked on both sides, okay?

-Here, take this.
-Okay.

SONNY:
Time to shine, Pepper.
Let's go, baby.

Set. Set, set.

(gunfire)

Pepper! (commands)

(growls)

(gunfire)

(panting)

That's three down.

Make sure you grab his rifle.

(panting)

How do you not have
one single trauma kit?

You got a woman fighting
for her life over there.

(man speaking Swedish
over radio)

Look, if you won't do something
for the people inside,

at least do something
for the people out here.

What?

What is it?

(phone buzzes)

Go.

That radio you grabbed
was a gold mine.

Police just told me there's
a third enemy element operating.

Third element? What are you
fucking talking about, Ray?

We just took out three shooters.

RAY:
It's mobile, Jason.

Suicide bomber headed
straight for the CCP.

They're targeting
all the people we saved.

All right, get Sonny and Brock
back to the CCP.

It's obvious that we're the only
ones who know how to deal

with a vehicle-borne IED.

Okay, what about you?

JASON:
Look, I got kids in here

and at least
one more shooter. Move.

Copy.

-(both gasp)
-Whoa, easy.

Easy. I'm your friend,
I'm here to help you.

I'm gonna get you
back to your dad.

Stand up, come on.

We're gonna get out of here.
Everything's okay.

(man speaking Swedish
over radio)

(shushes)
Okay...

Get in there.

(grunting)

(man speaking Swedish
over radio)

(door opens)

(gunman speaks Swedish)

(man groaning)

-Get down! Get down!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
-Blue, blue, blue!

RAY:
No, no, no.

These are my friends.

Struck out on the trauma kit.

Doesn't matter.

When Samara wakes up, her whole
world's gonna turn upside down.

Hey.

I need you to get yourself
back in the game, okay?

I'm solid.

What's going on?

We got a VBIED headed
straight for us right now.

How far out?

RAY: They're trying
to locate its position

listening in to their comms,
but let's assume close.

All these people are hurt bad.

I mean, anyone still at the CCP
is nonambulatory.

And we don't have time
to move them.

All right, on us
to hold the line then.

Well, I ain't ever been
that good at math,

but my calculation's
we're one gun short.

I write traffic tickets.

Appreciate the trust.

All right.

RAY:
Well, some of us haven't fired
a shot that counts since Mosul.

Get ready to knock
that rust off.

Hey, Drew.

We could use a hand.

I got to get back inside.

Definitely not a team guy.

They're all sitting ducks
out here.

So let's put a force field
around them.

Come on, let's move.

(phone buzzes)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Not exactly impenetrable.

We got to stack three more cars
to be fully shields up.

-All right.
-BACKSTROM: Vehicle is inbound!

-Mag check.
-(guns cocking)

Make sure you're hot.

(grunting)

Make your shots count!

If we can't stop the car,
stop the driver.

Car's gonna make it through.

On me, on me!

Got to move, go, go!
A few more feet!

Break off, break off! Break off!

(grunting)

Oh, please tell me
that's the last of them.

(grunting)

(panting)

(gurgling)

(Jason panting)

(door opens)

(gunshot)

Fuck. (panting)

It's over.

The assault team's moving in.

(shaky breath)

As my suggestion
to individually review

potential joint operations
met some resistance yesterday,

I'd like for us to walk
through one together,

get a feel for the boxes
that Naval Special Warfare

wants checked before signing
on as a partner force.

KIRKPATRICK:
Box one: is it an appropriate
use of Tier One assets,

the most lethal weapons we have
against terrorists?

That's a fair question,
Lieutenant Commander.

One of many that we need to be
asking as SOCOM tries to balance

boots-on-the-ground
counterterrorism actions

with state-level
adversary deterrence efforts.

All due respect,
Lieutenant Davis,

you're the only one in this room
who's never actually been

boots on the ground
fighting terrorists.

Well, if we're trading
battle scars,

I took a rifle butt to the head
from Venezuelan Special Police,

but I'd rather stay focused
on the task at hand, sir.

The ATF is disrupting arms
trafficking in the Caribbean.

Pretty sure Admiral Rivas
said we're worried about

Russia, China, Iran.

The transnational
criminal organizations

that are trafficking arms
in the Caribbean

are disrupting and disabling
America's backyard,

-providing those nations with
an opportunity to infiltrate...
-(door opens)

Sorry to interrupt,
but I need our ops officer.

Seems Bravo Team disrupted
a terrorist attack.

Terrorist attack? In Sweden?

We don't have
all the details yet,

but sounds like
authorities there

were completely unprepared
for something of this scale.

It's a good thing
our door-kickers were there.

A reminder...

of what we do best.

(door opens)

Well, I won't pretend I'm sorry
we're heading home early.

That was definitely the worst
FID I ever been on.

Issues are usually
boredom and bad food,

not a group of murderous
ultranationalists.

Is that who they were?

Forgot to ask them
before shooting them.

Yeah, the news had a statement
claiming responsibility.

"Making a stand for the...

untainted heritage
of their motherland."

SONNY:
A stand that got them wrecked
after losing a five-gun lead?

-Right?
-Yeah.

Bravo for the win.

Still feels like
we could've done more.

RAY:
Hey.

You saved that woman's
daughter, man.

You granted her dying wish.

There's nothing more
you could've done.

Okay?

Yeah.

Think Command
bringing us home means

they're putting us back
in the fight?

I mean, come on.
What else they gonna do?

After we pulled that off, yeah?

Especially you, Pep.

Hey, Pep, yeah, yeah, right.

Yeah? Well,
I'll tell you what, Pep.

Old Yeller-- well, it makes me
sadder than spilt bourbon.

(laughs)

Uh, definitely, uh,

all played our parts.

What do you say, Drew?

Yeah?

How'd it feel
to be babysat by Bravo 1?

Huh?

Well, actually,
it was the other way around,

since you asked.

-The hell you talking about?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't encourage
this huckster, Ray.

Just wait
till Jace gets in earshot

and slaps his lying mouth.

Well,
Tango had the drop on him.

I hit his light switch
with one 40-yard shot.

(Sonny laughs)

Oh, that's such bullshit.

There's no way in hell
you can make a shot

like that with a pistol.

Well, maybe you can't.

Oh, so the tale
about you forging your score

at a sniper contest is one rumor
we can cross out?

(chuckles)

No, that happened.

Oh, you ain't cheating,

you ain't trying, boys.

(laughter)

Well, I just got off the phone
with Command.

-Yeah?
-They gonna plan a parade
for us? Shit.

Ah, they think that,
uh, we compromised our presence

by running into the fire.

They can't expect us
to sit on our hands

-while people are dying
around us.
-Really don't

know what the fuck
they expect from us anymore.

But what I do know is
that our shore duty continues.

Hey, guys, look,

remember,

w-we didn't help out back there

to get in Command's
good graces, okay?

All right,
we did it to save lives.

We did it because
it was the right thing to do.

OMAR:
Yeah, best we could, anyway.

It's crazy how I was relieved

when the VBIED came in
and I had a target.

It's pretty twisted that it
takes more of an emotional toll

to help people than...
to kill 'em.

Bravo okay?
All coming home in one piece?

Yeah, they may be
the problem child of DEVGRU,

but Bravo knows how to win.

Well, hope this gets Command
back on their side.

Actually, I'd like
to get Command on my side.

Are you saying
DEVGRU's resistant to change?

Well, they all nodded

when Admiral Rivas explained
the strategy.

Didn't make me think I'd get
pushback every step of the way.

Yeah, I feel like
there's a metaphor

about trying to turn an aircraft
carrier that's apt here.

I wish it were just that.

This feels personal.

Like, "You don't have a Trident.
Who let you speak?"

Well, there's a good chance
you're right.

But if they're not willing
to work with you,

what's to stop you from carrying
out the assignment yourself?

Rivas gave it to you
for a reason.

So you bailed on the VBIED

'cause you were looking out
for Jace, huh?

No man left behind's a tenet

even a lone wolf like me
believes in.

Maybe you're a team guy
after all.

Or maybe
I'm just looking to get home

to torch tax dollars
on my next Pro Dev trip.

Oh, and anyway, you know
you can't be a team guy

if... there is no team, right?

Just take the damn beer,
dickface.

Oh, go ahead
and drink both of 'em.

It sounds like this might be

the last time
Bravo tastes victory.

Oh, God. Okay.

Hey, hey,
I don't know what to say.

This guy.

Hey, hold up.

You say something?

Well, I know you... you wanted

to get your little girl
one of these.

You take it.

You know, I can't accept a...
dime piece

from a... a douchebag.

(chuckles)
It's real.

After that shit was over,

I-I swiped it at the mall.

Along with six more.

Just keep it.

So close to home,
and you still look like

you're a million miles away.

Yeah. Yeah,
I didn't expect to be back

on the crazy train so soon,
you know?

(chuckles softly)
Tell me about it.

Thought I was cruising
into retirement, and, uh,

next thing I know,
I'm doing E.R. under fire.

Now, you didn't
keep me outside, uh,

'cause I'm at the one-yard line
on my retirement, did you?

What? No.

-Classic Bravo 1, if so.
-No, no.

No way. It's just...

Just, uh,
everything happened so fast,

felt more like my first op
than my last.

Part of you wish you had stuck
to triage with me,

kept your ass out of the fight?

What's that mean?

I heard you had a close call

Drew sniped you out of.

Not how it went down?

Guy had me dead to rights.

That'll rattle anybody.

Yeah, yeah. That close call spun
me out for a minute, I guess.

You'll shake it off.

Nothing you haven't done
a hundred times before.

It was such a nice surprise
hearing from you.

So, your, um... your new post
in Acquisition and Sustainment

includes weekend work
in Vah Beach?

This trip is strictly social.

Speaking of new jobs,
how's yours?

Let's just say
that it's making me nostalgic

for some of our old arguments.

Funny to think
we were on opposite sides

of a policy debate
and somehow both wrong.

Integrated deterrence feels like
the right compromise.

You want
to tell my coworkers that?

If they're like me,
they're more afraid of you

than you are of them.

But you need a favor,
I'm your guy.

Well, thank you.
I will keep that in mind.

Actually, one of the reasons
I reached out.

I need a favor.

Uh, you remember that file I got
you about an ODA tic in Mali?

Yeah.

Army CID's investigating
an assault

on the battlespace commander.

-Colonel Decker?
-He's a general now.

But, yeah. Apparently,
the assailant was looking

for payback
for a security failure, so,

CID's looking into all actions
he was involved in,

going through
with a fine-toothed comb,

see if anybody had
a beef with him.

Do you think
there's something in that file?

I don't know. The man's served
for almost two decades.

Just trying to cover my own ass.

Look, I doubt CID will ask you
about a file

you requested
through proper channels,

but if they do, you mind

not mentioning that you were
dissatisfied with the results

and I cut some red tape for you?

My lips are sealed.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Definitely prefer
this reintegration routine

to burritos.

Well, okay,
burritos don't apply, okay?

FID was not a mission.

What?! What?

Putting down an extremist attack
doesn't qualify as an op?

Well, let's just say that, uh,
we got lucky, you know?

-Right place, right time.
-Lucky?

Most action you've seen lately
was on that trip

through Central Virginia's
wine country.

Yeah, and what did I end up
with? Beer-of-the-month club.

-(laughs)
-Should have
just gotten the T-shirt.

So it wasn't rough, then,

getting thrown back in

and having
to switch gears so quickly?

Was like riding a bike.

-It was. I'll tell you what.
-(sets bottle down)

-Let's get back into...
-Mmm.

-...this reintegration process,
shall we?
-(laughing)

-Oh!
-(laughs)

(Cerberus panting)

Cerby, bed. Go to bed. Bed.

(Cerberus whines)

Saved hundreds
of innocent lives, and yet

we are back to doggy day care.

Well, I hate to admit it,

but after that close call
with the VBIED...

...a few more weeks of briefcase
duty doesn't sound so bad.

You guys up
for hitting the Bulkhead?

RAY:
Wish I could, but, uh,

(sighs)
I should get home.

OMAR:
Yeah.

I get the urge
to hold your babies

after what we went through.

I've gotten so used to, uh,

what the future with them's
gonna be like,

I almost forgot that war likes
to have the last word.

You boys have fun.

-Later, Ray.
-All right, buddy.

And then there were two...
unless

-you want to call Brock?
-Yeah.

Nah, you
and the Radio City Brockettes

are on your own.

See, I have to, uh,
FaceTime Leanne,

make sure that, uh, she ain't
calling anybody else Daddy.

-(chuckles)
-Then I got to call Stella.

Oh, give her the good news,
we got pulled back early,

and you can go support her
at Ben's hearing?

Uh, no, there's actually
a change of plans.

She had to head back
to her folks'

and help her pops recover
from knee surgery,

so she ended up just
sending his lawyer a letter.

-Well, you're off the hook.
-Yeah.

It's probably best that way.

You know, I'd rather eat a bug
than see Ben right now.

I thought you didn't blame him?

All I know is, Clay's gone.

You know, between the shore duty

and Drew's doomsaying,

uh, I just feel like

Bravo is slipping
in the rearview.

Oh, don't let Drew get
in your head.

Even if he was on the level,

you've got to wonder
about a team guy

who doesn't want teammates.

Yeah. Clay always said,
"We all need teammates."

(laughs)
He was right.

Man was not meant
to tarry alone.

-What the hell's that mean?
-(sighs)

Ah, it's just that, seems like

Clay walked that talk
even outside the teams.

Like what
he was trying to do for Ben?

(chuckles softly)

(gunshot)

-(screaming)
-(gunshot)

(gasping)

What the fuck?

-(Cerberus whines)
-Sorry. (sighs)

Are you all right?

It's been months
since you had a night terror.

(sighs) No, I'm all right.
I'm good. I'm good.

No. No, clearly you're not.

It was just a dream.
It was just a bad dream.

(sighs)

I'm good.
Just go back to bed, all right?

(sighs)

(groans)

(takes deep breath)

(door opens)

Hope everyone had
a good weekend.

(door closes)

Lieutenant Commander
Kirkpatrick,

you're back. So this means
you've set aside your doubts

about my fitness
to lead this initiative

or about the initiative itself.

Or you know how important
this is to Admiral Rivas

and don't want
to run afoul of him.

Well, you don't rise
as quickly as you did

without understanding politics.

Great. So let's talk politics.

I get that you all think
we're wasting our time.

But here's the thing--

SOCOM gave us one job to do,

find a joint op
with an external partner.

We don't do that,

it makes it that much harder
for Captain Walch

to fight
for DEVGRU's share of the pie.

I'm not willing
to let that happen.

So I'm picking an op,
with or without you.

If it matters, I'm a person
that shares credit for success

and takes full blame
for failure.

(man clearing throat)

* *

JUDGE:
I understand
your client would like

to make a statement
before I deliver my ruling.

Mr. Gossett,

you may proceed.

(breathing heavily)

Just wanted to say I am...

really sorry for everything
that happened that night.

Someone tried to... help me,

save me, really.

(inhales deeply)

Paid the ultimate price for it.

So, whatever the court
sees fit...

...I deserve it.

Thank you.

Does anyone else want to speak
on Mr. Gossett's behalf?

If there's no further comment,

we'll continue with sentencing.

To the charge
of felony vandalism--

SONNY:
Your Honor.

My name is Sonny Quinn.

Clay Spenser,

the man Mr. Gossett
credits to saving him...

...he was my friend.

May I speak?

You may proceed.

* *

Clay was the best friend
I ever had.

And I can't help
but stand here...

...and look at Ben...

...part of me wants
to tear him limb from limb.

But Clay, he...

he was a better man
than I ever dreamed of being.

And he'd never blame Ben
for any of this.

Both Ben and I,

we lost our best teammate
that terrible night.

So it is...

...it is on me...

...to be the next man up.

I'm asking the court to...

(shuddering softly)

...to give Ben a second chance

at having a good life.

Because I know in my heart
that, uh...

...well, Clay...

he'd think he deserved it.

So I do, too.

* *

So right back
into pushing papers, huh?

Yeah. (laughs)

This is one packet
I don't mind pushing.

-It's my retirement docs.
-Yeah?

-Making it official right now.
-That's hard to believe.

20 years of warfighting fits

all into that one little
single folder.

-That's quite a career, brother.
-(chuckles)

So you, uh... are you here to,
um, deliver the smackdown

-to Command for not reinstating
you and Bravo?
-(scoffs, chuckles)

I mean, I might stick around
to watch you crack some skulls,

rearrange some furniture.

See, man, I knew
a little taste of action

would snap you right back
into battle mode.

No, I'm not that guy
anymore, man.

I'm just here
to do my shore duty.

Whatever the brass decides
to do with Bravo,

I'm good with it.

Wow.

Jason Hayes
giving peace a chance.

(clicks tongue)
You know what?

All the work
you've put in on yourself...

...I'm proud of you
for how far you've come.

Yeah.

* *

Yeah, man,
just being in that courtroom,

I-I don't know
what came over me.

I just got up
and started talking.

A door-kicking Atticus Finch.

Whatever Batman villain
that may be.

Hey, but seeing
Ben up there, alone,

not even fighting for himself,

yeah, I knew
Clay wouldn't want that.

You did good.

Clay was there with you,
spurring you on.

Yeah.
(chuckling)

(door opens)

Ah, from a pat on the back
chased by a pain in my ass.

You invite this guy?

No.

But after what we went through
together,

-he can pull up a seat.
-I doubt he will.

That grifter's probably here
to scam drunks or...

steal quarters
from the phone booth.

Drew.

Yo, grab a glass.

It's Brock's tab.

There it is.

That's why you keep him around.

Nobody talks about Brock
like that.

Well, except us.

Why don't you pull up a chair,
big guy,

-take a load off.
-I'm good.

Don't want to interrupt
Throuples Night.

(Sonny laughs)

A SEAL that hates SEALs
telling jokes

that hate laughter.

That's awesome. Awesome.

You enjoy yourselves, boys.

Huh?

(indistinct chatter)

SONNY:
The guy is unbelievable.

Told you
he wouldn't sit with us.

All this proves
is another rumor.

Falls for every woman he sees.

(scoffs)

So what's so important that
you'd step into a dump like this

-instead of just telling me
over the phone?
-(scoffs)

We have a situation.

Sounds ominous.

Leo can't make it to your party
in Saint-Tropez?

Cute.

Actually,

the family needs us
to circle the wagons.

Remind the, uh...
the council of deadbeats

I'm not really into
family favors.

Go ahead. Ice me out.

Dad, too.

But this could be
your reputation on the line.

(chuckling)

God forbid.

How will I ever show my face
in the vineyard again?

There's a reporter
doing a podcast

about "the House of Franklin."

-Mm.
-She's digging
into the whole family saga--

ancestors, right up to now.

She's relentless.

Does not hold back.

Now, you realize
our family's a joke,

right, Nora?

A sex tape away
from being the Hiltons.

I still say
you have it in you, sis.

Okay. Despite this "salt
of the earth" metamorphosis,

you're still an asshole.

Maybe if you guys
ever got your hands dirty,

you'd realize
there's no reason to cry

over a little spilled tea.

We can only aspire
to be like you

and have so very little to lose.

Until then,

if and when
you're contacted by her,

help us out
and do what you do best--

don't play ball.

-(insects trilling)
-(wine pouring)

Wow. Whoa.

-Hey.
-What's, uh, what's all this?

-(door closes)
-The Zillow listings you sent me

-when I was in Afghanistan.
-Right.

I found a few more.

-JASON: Mm.
-Thought we could...

discuss them
over extra cheese...

-Right.
-...pick some,

maybe go check 'em out
this weekend?

(sighs deeply)

-(grunts)
-Second thoughts already?

Uh...

-(sets glass down)
-No. No, it's-it's, uh...

-it's not about that. At all.
-(water running)

About something.

Um...

The, um...

attack that we had in Sweden.

It, uh...

It wasn't
just like riding a bike.

I got a little too comfortable
sitting on the sidelines.

Like...

way comfortable.

A little too much.
(chuckles)

There's no shame

in enjoying a break
from the blood and the trauma,

life-and-death decisions.

I mean, it's no wonder
you had a night terror.

Yeah, well, it was...

I just put up my walls.

Again. And...

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I just...

didn't think
I was that guy anymore.

Well, this conversation
proves you aren't.

Yeah.

It's just, like, all the work
that I have done lately

on myself,

all the TBI treatments,
focusing on you,

focusing on my kids,
I found a balance.

(chuckles softly)
And I really liked it.

I mean, I loved it. I...

For once, I could really see...

or at least get a glimpse
into the future,

what that would be like.

But, uh, after this one op,

I just feel like running back
into the fire.

All that's just gonna...

...destroy the progress
that I've made.

Everything's gonna blow up,
and...

...I'm scared about that.

I really am.

You've worked really hard
to swing the pendulum this far.

Unlikely it'll swing back.

Yeah.

You're right.

(sighs deeply)

(glassware clinking)

(whispers):
Right.

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