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Previously on SEAL Team...

Target's a Sai Lou
fentanyl precursor factory

in Myanmar.

We split into two groups,
one for SSE, one for demo.

Op's no good, I'm canking it.

You're canking a perfectly good op?

Bravo 1 says we need a better
plan, we give him a better plan.

The man's spooked.

We've all heard of snake-eaters

who suddenly lose their nerve.

You got to be part of this team
before you question its leader.

I have arranged

for you to meet Ross Curtis,

one of the DEA's most reliable
informants in the region.

Just to be clear, not all
my clients are criminals.

Yet they undermine
American interests, right?

The world looks a lot different

when you stop drinking
the Pentagon's Kool-Aid.

You want to use Bravo to do
more of the DEA's dirty work?

You'll have results.

Bravo Team recovered vital intel.

The plant is run as a shell company

controlled by Jun Yilin.

Jason and Drew... seem
like Bravo 1's giving him

a much softer new guy
welcome than usual?

You know, I know what happened to you.

You're not the only one
carrying something heavy.

Bartender? Excuse me, sir?

- Mm.
- Hey, what's up, man?

Two Sing, please.

Ray, wait, you're just gonna...

you're gonna jump in line there, Ray?

I thought you were a gentleman.

You in a hurry to get somewhere?

Well, just back

to, uh, what passes as
the Bravo brotherhood.

What in the hell?

Sonny Quinn charm offensive

still hasn't gotten Drew to open up?

Look, man, you can joke all you want.

Drew... he's about as
friendly as a bramble bush,

and-and, Jace, well,
he's throwing curveballs

instead of his heater.

Bravo is in a sorry state.

Oh, okay.

There's a, uh, chemical plant in Myanmar

that would argue different.

Más, por favor.

We're in Thailand, Sonny.

So?

Oh, look who decided to show up.

Please join us.

Pass, but I'll send
some Metamucil your way.

You prefer orange or berry?

You know, I don't need that
shit to jump-start my colon.

Say, uh, speaking of chemistry,

should we be worried about Bravo's?

Nah, come on, don't let Sonny's bitching

about Drew being in his own world

get in your head, please.

This is not just that, brother.

I mean, he and Omar are still

on that Make Bravo Great Again crusade,

Brock keeps trying to drag
Trent to the banana show,

and all of 'em have questions
about your calls in Myanmar.

You know, my brain's
working so good these days,

I know you're included in that.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, I guess I'm also
adjusting to the new Bravo.

Come on, Ray, look, I
mean, we've been, what,

benched for months, we got a
new brother that's on the team,

and our den mother is leaving us.

Pipe-hitters and change.

Just hit a rough patch, it'll pass.

A lot of factors that make
for a rougher patch than usual.

- You, uh, past it?
- We're in a bar in Thailand.

We're not sitting in the fire
dodging Tali mortars, right?

I'm good. Bravo is good.

Cheers.

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Still no word on target package

I submitted on Jun Yilin,

but we knew getting approval
to capture a Chinese citizen

would take time, even
if he does prove a link

between Beijing and fentanyl.

Well, lucky for us, there's
still plenty of work to be done.

Why don't we use the
manifests Bravo recovered

from the precursor plant
to send them after entities

transporting Sai Lou product?

Actually, intel suggests
that Jun will be vacationing

on Penang Island this weekend.

Ideal chance for Bravo to surveil him,

gather intel, and study his security

so they're prepped when
the capture's approved.

Given the choice between
using a Tier One team

to measurably degrade a
transnational drug syndicate

- or babysit a person of interest...
- This is a joint op, Agent Miles,

but so far all Bravo has
done is hand the DEA wins.

Taking Jun into custody
will give the U.S. a pawn

to leverage over China
on the world stage.

It is a far better
use of a Tier One team

than the piecemeal attack you want.

We are heading to
George Town, Malaysia,

where Jun Yilin has a home
in the northwest suburbs.

Probably less square footage

than the help's quarters
at Chez Franklin.

Oh, you speak French,
redneck and Neanderthal?

- He's quite the linguist.
- Oui.

Hey, so we're posting
up across the street?

Yeah, Agency scouted
us an observation post

500 yards from his house.

It's an old abandoned restaurant.

Uh, you and Bravo 1 work this
out while Miles read you in?

I mean, there's no line of sight
from the O.P. to the target house.

Well, intel has Jun arriving Friday.

So we'll get there Thursday,
stake the place out,

figure out a time to infil.

Uh, set up microphones, cameras,

and, uh, monitor the feed from the O.P.

We'll have eyes and ears,

both inside and outside, running 24-7.

Stakeout's a hell of a kinetic downgrade

from, you know, torch a factory.

Well, we'll need
SOTVS kits and snatch gear

in case Davis gets us
approval to grab Jun.

Well, another factor to consider

is there's a tropical storm
forecast to hit in the region

in the next three days.

Well, nothing like a laser microphone

to beat electrical
interference from Mother Nature.

See, when we know the problem,
we can work the problem.

Heading into Sharknado
for a low-impact op.

Get your oars, boys.
We have been downgraded

to Uncle Sam's Canoe Club.

This sucks.

All right, look, come on,
we leave first thing in the morning.

That means we hit the
bar tonight. Drinks on me.

- Oh. Let's go.
- Shots, too?

- Yep.
- On you?

- Okay.
- Let's go.

- All right.
- All right.

What the fuck was that, man?

You're gonna lose your tank
top privileges with that.

I'm telling you. Bam.

Drew, chug.

♪ Another john, nothing
comes for free... ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, looks like Julie An-Drews
needs a spoonful of sugar

to help that bottom-shelf
medicine go down.

Drink up, little buddy.

New tactical training for
America's deadliest weapons?

Criminal underworld
gives its hired muscle

the night off, and this
is where you spend it?

Yeah, it's an expat bar.

Reminds me of home.

How about you guys? You
enjoying the local culture?

No, we'd rather be kicking
doors than pounding nails.

Never thought I'd long for the days

of holing up in an Afghan shithouse.

You'd have been fun in
the forest in Velja Glava.

Kosovo?

Joint op with Spetznatz?

- Nostrovia.
- Hmm.

You have a history of
sleeping with the enemy, huh?

All right, well, that
sounds a hell of a lot sexier

than this over-the-sweater

light petting we've been doing here.

Swing it. Come on.

Just a bit on the outside.

Oh, man, if we're jonesing for action,

you must really miss it.

Eh, work helps keep the
downtime demons away.

And, you know, every now
and then I'll see some shit

as intense as what we saw
during the war on terror.

You see that, Muscle Beach? Hmm?

Curtis here has said more to
Bravo in the last three minutes

than you have in three
weeks. Just saying.

Earns him my piece of the action.

Okay.

Enjoy.

♪ All that you see ♪

♪ Baby, you want more, more, more. ♪

Hey. Fellas said you
were in J-bad in '02.

Yeah.

You and I might've crossed paths.

You spend any time in Sangbor?

Yeah, that was some of
the first action I saw.

Not on horseback
fighting Tali like I was.

- Man, that was a long time ago.
- Yeah.

Before the first of my divorces.

Hmm.

How are you still operating?

Don't you know our
skills are more profitable

in the private sector?

Yeah, well, you know,
I-I joined to serve,

not to earn, so...

I enlisted to serve, too,

but I paid way more than I earned.

You know, once I got out, I
tried on a few different hats

trying to find my place.

Something you'll learn if
you ever hang up the rifles:

War always has the last word.

Eh, you know, I don't
know about that, you know?

My boy here's... he's got
one hell of an off-ramp.

I'm telling you, man, he's...

He's building this place
called Spenser House.

It's, uh, gonna be set up to help

vets find their place.

Oh, a unicorn, huh?

Ready to make a difference at home.

- That's right.
- Right.

Good luck with that.

I lasted three months
in the civilized world.

Oh, then I came to the realization

that the real legacy of
fighting... once we're out,

we can't pretend that
the, the violence we saw

and inflicted doesn't exist.

Out there or, you know, within us.

Thing about unicorns, fellas...

they ain't real.

Ooh.

Well, welcome to our humble abode.

Not even Guy Fieri could
have classed up this shitbox.

It's so damn hot in here,

the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.

I'll go find the AC.

First order of business,

paper over these windows
and set up security.

Then we split this room into two zones,

one for sleeping, one for surveillance.

We got to put our stuff down first.

Might as well choose bunk spots now.

Hey. Ain't no royal treatment
for you, Prince An-Drew.

This ain't Epstein Island.

And what's your problem now?

Problem is, we pick by rank.

That's Jason's if he wants
it, then five other guys'

to turn down before
you can stake a claim.

Are you sure you're one of them?

You seem to be Bravo 2 in name only.

Jason, the Presidential Suite is yours.

I'm good, man, he's already dejocked.

Fuck it.

There's a couple
of spots near the john.

Perfect for Bravo's shit-stirrers.

All right, ease up. Still got
to set surveillance at Jun's.

Trent, you and Brock
take external security.

I am offended

by every word in that sentence.

Yeah.

This op's gonna be a real dick-dragger.

1, this is 2. Setting up

the target house.

Good copy, 2.

Y'all see the crapper upstairs?

Man, heated seats, full
undercarriage wash and dry.

Bet your family's got a few
of those, don't they, Drew?

Lot of equipment to rig, Sonny.

We get it set up in
the next ten minutes,

maybe you can try that toilet out.

Ooh.

Set.

1, first camera is live.

Do you have the feed?

Yup.

Affirmative, 2.

1,

Our HVT has his own
closed-circuit security system.

If I set a node on it,

we could use fewer of our devices,

save time on target right now.

All right. Let's do it.

Is the CCTV connected to the Internet?

Uh, let me check.

Negative, Mako 1.

Then relaying its video

back to Bangkok and Vah Beach

is gonna more than
max out our bandwidth.

Better to use what we brought.

Come on, guys.
The camera adds ten pounds that I need

to deposit in the T-1000 of commodes.

Look, we can save bandwidth

by only pushing audio so the
translators have real-time access.

We'll screengrab anything important

and send it along as needed.

That's a good idea, Bravo 2.

Yeah, no shit, Mako.

What's going on between the two of you?

He's probably growing
impatient with my long goodbye.

Maybe we should've had
Miles read him in on the op.

No, maybe you should fix that.

'Cause last thing Bravo needs right now

is a pissing contest, Ray.

What happened to the "I'm
good and Bravo is good" guy?

What happened to that
guy? That guy's stuck

in a fucking sweatbox, man.

Can we please get the
goddamn AC working somewhat?

No, no, no.

We were holed up for a week
inside that house in Amarah,

and it was way hotter than
this. And you and Nate,

you giggled like schoolkids,

so don't tell me it's the
heat that's got you twisted.

Eh, Curtis, you know, what
he said the other day about

transitioning, right?

All that yak, yak, yak, yak, yak.

Yeah.

You know, getting told your
future's hopeless will do that you.

He's not us, Jace.

His fate's not ours.

Maybe he just didn't have a, a chance

jumping from crazy train
to civilian life, right?

Ground his gears shifting
from fifth to first.

Yeah, you know, this
whole change in warfare,

maybe it'll be like a buffer for us.

A shot that, uh, guys
like Curtis didn't have.

No question.

Right. Look, I'll, uh,

start doing the-the
fire-watch schedule, all right?

Yeah, I'll touch base with Vah Beach.

- Okay, great. Please.
- Yeah.

Someone please fix the fucking AC.

I'm sweating in places I
didn't even know existed, Ray.

Yeah, and you thought
taking the first night shift

was gonna be a way to beat the heat.

The lack of AC in this place

is really gonna affect my Zagat review.

All right, I got the
first action for the log:

0800, Bravo has swamp ass.

Let's go for a walk.

Air out, right?

If you think it's any less hot
out there, you're mistaken.

Go for Bravo.

- Jace.
- Yeah?

It's for you.

Hello. Yeah?

We pick chairs by seniority, too?

It's all yours.

After you.

Hoping that your icy
veins, they might, uh,

cool this place down a bit.

All right.

Are we really gonna do this

silent treatment bullshit all shift?

Is that what's happening here?

I think your gum's doing enough
talking for the both of us.

But fortunately I came prepared.

You know, if, uh,

if you don't want to clean
up any of the rumors...

that, uh, are at Command about you...

No? Well, I'm just gonna
let you know something.

I, uh...

asked Google about you. Yes, I did.

Whew.

And, uh,

good old Wikipedia, they
told me something special.

Drew Franklin is your nickname.

Your real name is

Laurance A. Franklin IV.

A conspiracy theorist

believes everything he
reads on the Internet.

Alert Joe Rogan.

I'm just saying, if you
are Laurance Franklin,

that is quite the clan
that you come from.

Kind of reminds me of
the, the Quinns, honestly.

I mean, all the madness,
just not the money.

No, definitely not.

Kind of dysfunction that makes a man

want to look for a, a better family,

maybe in the Navy. Yeah?

That's how I got here.
Thanks for asking.

So, if Laurance Franklin

did find his way to-to Bravo,

I truly hope that the Teams, um,

do for him what they,
they've done for me.

Hey, Sonny.

Activity on target.

Here.

Look at that.

Would Larry Franklin ever

roll up to the yacht
club in a car like that?

I mean, that is fancy.

Huh.

That fella looks too young to be Jun.

Denver 1, Havoc Actual, this is Bravo 6.

Sending images of
individuals on target for FRS.

Negative PID for HVT.

Good copy, Bravo 6.

Any chance that was our HVT calling

to say when he's arriving?

No, it was Mikey's hockey coach.

Said he's heading to the E.R.

Oh, shit. Is it serious?

Yeah, it was a collision on the ice.

You need to head home to deal with that?

We're in the middle of an op.

No one's going anywhere.

A real teammate

would know Bravo 1 well enough

not to ask that question, Drew.

Bravo 1 would never leave an op.

Come on, focus up.

Brock buy these? Cheesy. And spicy.

And sweet. Confusing but tasty.

You're getting that
interesting orange crap

all over everything, Omar.

Sorry.

Hey, look, I've been thinking,
we whiplashed pretty hard

from shore duty to this deployment.

You have any idea where we
are in the training cycle

- when we get home?
- I don't know.

Maybe Command will
send us back to Pro Dev.

I think we should push for
unit level training first.

I mean, new guy rolling
on, another retiring.

Might be worth sharpening team skills

before we split up
for independent study.

Yeah, we'll see.

Okay.

Facial recognition software

ID'd our party crashers.

The mom is Han Min, CFO

of Jun's legitimate business,

husband is Li Kun, and
their eight-year-old son

- Li Muchen.
- Shitty weather for a vacation.

Yeah, which is why Davis
wants us to stick around,

- in case Han is meeting the boss.
- Emphasis on stick.

I am gonna suckstart my pistol

if we don't cool this sauna down.

Mechanical room is off the kitchen.

Shift schedule has me on surveillance.

Your call, boss.

You two just work the problem. Come on.

Fan should've turned on.

Wires good?

Yeah.

Let's start with the motor
housing. Kill the power.

Yes, sir.

Op like this must have you counting down

your remaining frogman days.

Don't worry, my retirement
plans haven't changed.

I'm not rushing you out the door.

I'm just saying it must be gratifying

to build something
worthwhile to do next.

Naima's done most of the building.

And, uh, Ben getting a short sentence

means the, uh, justice system

thinks he deserves a second chance.

Your center's helping people.

I'm not sure the center
had anything to do with it.

Credit whatever Stella
said at his hearing.

I thought Stella couldn't go.
That's why Sonny spoke up for him.

Sonny spoke up for Ben?

Try it again.

This fucking thing.

You won't bond with
your teammates, but you are

rounding third base with
that pen there, buddy.

You think this is how these
two spent their honeymoon?

Watching these guys
get hot and heavy is not

the bonding I was looking for.

Oh, come on, Drew.
I can't read this entry.

There's so much cheese dust on it.

That vital entry is when Han
took their son to bed at 8:30.

Tiger parents won't even let their kid

stay up late on vacation.

Well, maybe he'll go find
a better family in the Navy.

- Expecting a call?
- No, just playing phone tag

with Mikey's coach.

What's going on out here?

Well, it's hard to tell
because of Drew's snack dust

all over the logs, but it
appears there is no activity.

Please, just give it a rest, will you?

Both of you are not Drew's
sea daddy, all right?

So please, just give it a fucking rest.

What's up with the AC?

Thing's more busted than this op.

How the hell are we supposed
to beat the Red Dragon

if the AC's kicking Bravo's ass?

You know what?
This whole mission is a bust.

We're jammed in here,
driving everybody insane.

I'll tell you what, I'll
talk to Miles and tell her

we're gonna pop smoke before
this storm gets any worse.

Yo, boss.

Who the hell are these guys?

10:00 at night is like
4:00 in the morning for parents.

Odd time to have guests.

Yeah, so much for
beating the storm, man.

We're not going anywhere.

Ooh.

What's going on here? Did Jun show up?

Negative. Husband just
let them in, and, um...

the wife... she's just
checking on the kid.

Could be friends dropping by.

What is

the Malaysian word for "key party"?

Well, now, they didn't take
their shoes off when they came in.

That's not the norm for guests
in this part of the world.

Who are these guys?

I haven't been able
to get a clear pic for FRS

because the damn signal's flickering.

Ooh.

Look at that right there.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Hans.

Well, boys, you are on Candid Camera.

Be nice to get an ID on these guys.

Send the photos over to Davis, stat.

Thanks. I was about
to post them to TikTok.

Can't still think all
is well in Bravo-land

when Kareem Abdul-Omar
is dunking on you, Ray.

Hey, tell you what.

You get that fucking thing working,

I'll trade Omar and
Sonny to Charlie Team.

How about that, huh?

Eh, you know what?

They're gonna lay off.

They're not gonna bother you anymore.

Anyone else bothering you?

Besides you?

I heard a lot of gunslinging
war stories about Bravo 1

before Command dumped me here.

No, I half-expected you to
be wearing an ear necklace.

But nothing in those legends
about you being soft on FNGs.

Look, you're not
some kind of newbie here.

And treating me different
than you treated them

makes it fucking harder
for me, not easier.

Maybe I was different back
then when I broke them in.

But, uh, you're not
doing yourself any favors

by being so closed off, you know.

I thought you said they didn't
need to know about the past.

They don't.

But you keep putting
walls up around you,

shutting people out?

All that's gonna do is trap
all those demons inside you,

and if you don't have an outlet,

then you're really gonna be fucked.

What was Jace doing with
Drew in Hell's Kitchen?

Probably taking a break from your mouth

and your armpits.

That's actually a choice I can defend,

unlike deferring to Miles, canking ops,

giving the new guy a free pass.

Bravo 1 isn't inspiring much confidence.

Bravo 1's evolved,

and as much as you guys think
you're Bravo's gatekeeper,

Jason's still the
sheepdog he's always been.

More like a mama kitty
licking Drew's silky fur.

He is watching out for all of Bravo.

Okay, it wasn't too long
ago that he put his Trident

on the line for us.

We all risked our Tridents,

telling Command to
shove it the way we did.

Which is why he offered up his own

if Walch agreed to put the rest of Bravo

back in the field after
months of shore duty.

Bullshit.

There ain't no way that Jace
offered some cake-eating tool

the symbol of everything we stand for.

Our mystery men.

Say they had business with Jun,

were told he'd be there this weekend.

"Mr. Jun's plans changed.

And he won't be here.
Maybe I can assist you."

So the boss stood them up?

Well, Han might actually
know something...

We might actually be getting somewhere.

So, what exactly happened
with Jace and his Trident?

Focus up, Sonny.

Intel team ID'd our mystery men.

High-ranking members of Los Valentes.

Leader is Jaime Diaz,

street named Rasposo.

Cartel in these parts? This is huge.

Han welcoming major players
in Mexico's drug game

links Jun to the fentanyl trade.

And it's also a sign
that Han may be involved

in Jun's illegal business.

Her conversation with the
Valentes could be a gold mine.

Let's take the win
we've stumbled into here.

Bravo can grab the Valentes,

and we'll get intel from them about Jun

and other areas of interest for the DEA.

Well, storm means no one's
going anywhere for a while.

Bravo will continue to
monitor the situation.

If Davis knew we were trapped

in this Dutch oven, she
wouldn't have told us

to stay and observe.

Is Sonny working on his Stone
Cold Stunner with the AC?

He's just probably blowing
off steam, that's all.

Cartel guys seem like
they need to do the same.

Rasposo wants to know

where Jun is, why he isn't here.

We got something in common.

Still insisting she doesn't know.

Jun's plans change unexpectedly,

offered her his beach
house if she wanted it.

Looks like the small talk
portion of the evening's over.

All right, things are escalating
quickly. I'll read Jason in.

I'll get Sonny.

Ho! Ho!

Really?

If I wanted to be watching
cartel clowns on TV,

I would still be using
Clay's password to Netflix.

Yeah, well, those clowns are
starting to get aggro with Han.

Her son's in the house.

Yeah. And if it escalates any further,

my money says Jace is
gonna want to intervene,

so whatever is spinning

in that thick skull of yours,

shut it down.

If Han knows anything,
she's not giving it up.

Guessing this isn't the
cartel guys' first rodeo.

Not good.

- No.
- Shit.

Let's hope these bad
hombres don't find his kid.

Havoc, this is 1. Cartel's
getting ready to get violent.

Order to observe stands.

Havoc, I repeat,

the cartel is getting ready

to torture this woman and her husband.

How copy?

Copy, Bravo 1. Order to
stay and observe stands.

Do you copy?

Copy. Bravo 1, out.

What, so Davis's plan is
to just let the Valentes

torture Han for intel about Jun?

If Davis could see what we're seeing,

she would want us to intervene.

Jun trusts Han enough to
let her vacation at his house.

Maybe she does know something.

Even if she were the
mastermind behind the whole

fentanyl empire, does she
deserve to get tortured?

- We got to do something.
- Look. Look,

if Han was some AQ dirtbag,

would your trigger
fingers be that itchy?

Torture just is...

- Come on, man.
- ...it's damn near impossible

to come back from. It feels
wrong to benefit from it.

We all know what's gonna happen

to that little boy if
the Valentes find him.

It is time we get froggy.

Even with cameras,

when you kick a door down,
you never know what's on the other side.

Drew's right.

It's the safest way to get the intel.

Protects my men and my mission.

- Of course you'd side with him.
- Come on.

Now you're concerned about safety

after that money heist bullshit?

Watch yourself, Bravo 2.

Orders are orders.

End of discussion.

That didn't seem to matter
when we were in Myanmar

and you canked that op.

Fucking kidding me?

Look.

- We got to roll heavy, Jace.
- No, I said fucking hold, you understand?

My team, my call.

When did you become so fucking soft

with torture and everything else?

Of course you want to
barge in, playing hero.

What the fuck are you
talking about, Ray?

I may have let it slip that you spoke up

- at Ben's sentencing hearing.
- Yeah, I'm not hiding it from you, Ray.

With the Spenser House
involvement in Clay's situation...

You putting Clay's death on me?

Jesus, Ray, since when

- is everything about you?
- Everybody shut the fuck up

and stand the fuck down.

You two are more concerned
about Bravo being Bravo,

and you're not watching
each other's backs.

You're fucking stabbing 'em.

You want to talk about betrayal?

'Cause I heard that you
offered up your Trident

after everything this
damn team has done for you.

And since we've been on this deployment,

you've acted like you've
not wanted to be here.

So, if you've no interest

in being a frogman or
in leading this team,

you need to stand the fuck aside

'cause Bravo's got work to do!

- You are way off base, Sonny.
- The entire team is,

- thanks to Jace.
- You just don't know

- when to shut up, do you?
- You know,

I fucking offered up my Trident to Walch

so you assholes could get
back in the fucking field.

I didn't want you to pay for my actions.

- So now we pay for your inaction.
- Oh, shut the fuck up.

You have been on Bravo

five minutes and you
think your word matters?

Bravo is still alive
because of your master chief.

Bravo is on life
support, no thanks to you,

'cause you got one
fucking foot out the door.

I could have both my feet up
in Vah Beach with my family

right now instead of coaching
up Omar for the sake of Bravo.

- Coach me up?
- Yeah.

Helicopter momming
and second-guessing me,

throwing me a "good
idea" bone on occasion?

What the fuck do you want, some
kind of participation award?

Good fucking you, huh?

You got to earn your
fucking stripes here, pal.

Oh, says the guy that's been
babying Drew since day one.

Oh, you sound jealous,
that's what you sound.

- Oh, jealous?
- Yeah, jealous.

No, I'm fucking pissed
off because I got five men

in this room, and by
my count three of 'em...

they don't give a rat's ass about Bravo.

I saved your fucking life

and your career more
times than I can count.

And that's the fucking
thanks I get from you?

Thirsty for action, boss?
This is a nice change of pace.

- Fuck you, daisy boy.
- You think you don't need coaching as 2IC?

You were right, Sonny!

I did join the Navy
looking for a better family

than the one I grew up with.

I found 'em, too.

Straight out of Green Team.

And then one day,
less than a year later,

I'm home in Vah Beach,

Command calls me in.

Sat me down,

told me my team

was led into a trap in J-bad.

And kaboom.

You know, my team leader.

My brothers.

Even the dog.

You know, my new family.

Gone.

You were on Echo?

Holy fucking shit.

Yo, I'm sorry. I...

I didn't even know Echo was
down a man when that happened.

You knew about this, Jace.

Didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

The old Bravo 1,

he would've read us in the second

that Drew joined the team.

His story to tell.

This, uh...

This all got too heavy.

Keep your eyes on the monitors.

All those rumors at Command,
and not one about you and Echo.

I don't wear it on my sleeve.

Let's just be quiet professionals.

Roger that.

I understand you not
airing Drew's dirty laundry

with the whole team, but
you could've looped me in.

Why?

He proved himself in Sweden, Ray.

Well, for one, I could have...

I could've checked Sonny on banging

the Bravo brotherhood drum so damn hard.

Avoided this whole collision with Drew.

Come on, man, you really want
to spend your last few days

before retiring on this stuff?

- Jason, a call for you.
- What?

Ah, I got to take that. Could be Mikey.

That's a weird time to get a snack.

Would you just get off Jason's ass, man?

It's not Jason. It's Los Valentes.

"If you want to spare
your husband more pain,

tell me where Jun is."

If Han knew anything, she
would've given it up by now.

No, maybe she's unhappy.

Husband tortured to death by a cartel's

cheaper than divorce.

That's dark, even for you.

Maybe turning on family's contagious.

Hey, Ray.

Going after J was a real
paste-eater move, but...

you realize something's up with him.

You had every right to challenge him

on not reading you in about Drew.

You both have run with
Jason long enough to know

that nothing matters more to
him than his men and his mission.

And he hasn't done one damn
thing to put that in doubt.

But you are right, he
has changed in one way.

That shit you just pulled?

Old Bravo 1 would've had
you eating through a tube

for the rest of your days.

Uh, guys?

You need to see this.

Oh, shit, these cowards
really worked him over.

Nope, that's it.

Just when you think war's run
out of ways to surprise you,

you watch a man get
sparkling-waterboarded.

Carbonated water's an old Mexican police

interrogation technique...
tehuacanazo torture.

Fuck this.

Jace, shit's getting way too
real to just sit back and observe.

Team's still not a democracy, Sonny.

Oh, fuck.

What?

Where's this kid going now?

Yeah, they must've heard him.

- Shit, we lost the connection.
- Aw, fuck.

- Damn.
- Get the feed back on now, will you?

Well, I can't. The-the storm
must've killed the signal.

We're in the blind.

Shit, we can't stay and
observe if we can't observe.

Jace, you need to let
us do what we used to do best.

Kick fucking doors in.

What's the call, Jace?

All clear.

We're Americans. We're here
to help you and your family.

But you're gonna have to come with us.

Good?

He's fine, he's fine.

Come on, go, go, go...

Yeah, grab the SSE, pull our equipment.

Don't leave a trace. Let's move.

Well, you've barely said
a word since Malaysia.

Ah, just enjoying the AC, Ray.

Yeah.

Just wish you hadn't had a Bravo mutiny

on top of, uh, Mikey's situation.

Ah, come on, we're jammed
together, hotter than hell.

Emotions are bound to get high.

It's not exactly how
I would have drawn up

solving our chemistry problem, but...

you know, that blowup

might actually pull Bravo together.

Collecting weapons
to return to the armory.

That was, uh,

one badass shot you
took at that Valente.

Huh?

It's good for the guys to see Bravo 1

- rise to the occasion.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, save the day like always.

Right.

Between them and Curtis,

you just proved the haters wrong.

But don't think I didn't see you

looking to Drew to take that shot.

Come on.

Best marksman on Bravo,
Ray, you know that.

True, but it's unlike you to pass up

making the game-winner.

And...

I think I know why you balked this time.

It's rust.

I felt it, too, in Sweden

after not firing a round
that counted for months.

It's just lucky for that kid,

smoking dirtbags is part of your DNA.

Maybe the biggest part.

That's Mikey's doctor.

He, uh, wants me to give him a call.

Oh, well, you know, Omar
and I can handle the debrief.

Just, uh, give Mikey my best.

- All right, yeah.
- Yeah.

So, you took "stay and observe"

to mean "break into a
house without telling us

and take out four perfectly
good HUMINT sources"?

Oh, we wish we could
have read you in, ma'am, but...

the storm messed up our comms.

Wasn't a total bust, though.

Omar?

We pulled a bunch of intel
from the Valentes cartel.

Next best thing to
interrogating them about Jun.

It's better than nothing.

I'll have my team start processing it.

Well, the op wasn't the failure
she's making it out to be.

Turns out, Han getting tortured
by her boss's enemies and then

heroically rescued
by a team of Americans

made her willing to cooperate with us.

Well, you could say it
like it's good news, Davis.

Maybe I didn't need to push it so far.

Han may have shifted her allegiances

without having to watch her
family almost get killed.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe not.

You do the best you can
with what you know...

and when you know better, you do better.

That's the hardest lesson
to learn being a leader.

So... it's no use
second-guessing your calls.

You trust your gut, and the
people around you will, too.

I know I do.

Now, that actually
sounded like coaching.

You know, I...

I can't seem to shake what happened

to you with Echo.

I'm sorry this is so hard for you.

Yeah.

You know, when Clay died...

I was, uh, I was on the
other side of the world.

Well, damn near broke
me, losing my battle-boo.

And the only reason
it didn't is because...

well...

I, uh...

had my brothers here to
keep my head on straight.

What part of "quiet professional"
don't you understand?

Yeah, I was just
trying to explain to you

why I've been pushing so hard...

the Bravo brotherhood.

'Cause, Drew, I know
where I would be if...

if I didn't have them.

And I didn't realize

how painful

that would be for you.

And...

I'm sorry.

Okay?

- I'll ease up.
- But you ever change your mind,

you want to talk, we're here.

There is one thing.

What's that?

Either of you chucklefucks

ever call me your "battle-boo,"

we're throwing hands.

Roger that.

Excuse me. I'm gonna fleece
a terrible card player.

Wow. Wow.

Losing Clay... that was hard enough.

I can't even imagine
having your whole world

just ripped right out from you.

Yeah, unimaginable things
happen all the time.

It's not the bad shit that defines you.

It's how you come back from it.

Hmm.

Come on, they can deal us in.

Actually, like, go ahead. I'll meet you.

- Hey, Ray.
- Huh?

Look, um...

you know I don't think that...

that Clay's death is your fault, right?

The way he went out is still hard
for me to wrap my head around.

Yeah. And-and-and Ben...

just needed a teammate.

And I'm trying to be more than a...

a knuckle-dragger, like
Clay thought I could be.

Look, Sonny, we're
cool, brother, all right?

But you ever go at
Jason like that again...

Boss.

About what Sonny and I said.

We know we crossed the line,

and we're prepared to do
whatever is necessary to uncross it.

You know, nearly
sacrificing your career

for the sake of your teammates

is why you're the heart of Bravo.

Yeah. Well, you know what?
This job already has too many regrets...

that we don't need or deserve.

We're good. We're good.

I'm glad Command
didn't accept your offer.

This team needs Bravo 1.

Yeah, well, I hope not,
because you're gonna have

to manage without me.

You're leaving?

- Is Mikey that bad?
- Yeah. ACL.

Gonna need reconstructive surgery,

so I got to be there for him.

Jace, I've never even seen you think

about leaving in the
middle of a deployment.

I got to go.

Yeah, my son needs me.

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