All language subtitles for SEAL Team (2017) S07 E02

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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.

15 years as an exemplary SEAL,

and I end up in
Command's doghouse.

- Not sure you all have met.
- Drew Franklin.

- Thought he was an urban legend.
- 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.
- Relax, dude.

It's detention.

We got active
shooters in the mall.

This is a coordinated attack.

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

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.
- All that matters is,

whoever they are, they
get put down hard.

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

Without comms, we use cell
phones to communicate.

You better AirDrop those
Bat Phone digits there,

Drewce Wayne.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Get down!

Get down!

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.
- Playing decoy

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

I've got this, old-timers.

Easy, all right?

Save that speed
for the civilians.

When I move, you move.

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Down the stairs, let's go.

Copy that, 1.

I'll relay that info.

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.

Oh, oh...

Uh...

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.

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?

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.

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.

Broken bone must've cut it.

All right, look, we need

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

Samara...

Hey, look, grab me
that baby bottle.

Thinking the lid

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

It won't hold long.

What, are you worried
about her lungs?

Blast wave injuries are tricky

without that X-ray vision.

Oh, God, this isn't working.

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?

Keep an eye on her.

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?

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.

Follow the dog.

- Dead nuts sprint.
- Fuck yeah.

Pepper...

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?

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.

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.

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.

If she dies, I have
no reason to live.

Please, I can manage.

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

Please. Please!

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

All right, I'm gonna
relieve the pressure

that's built up in
her chest cavity.

Let's move.

What's Swedish for
Mexican standoff?

Sure could use that
rifle right now.

Can Pepper fetch as good
as she takes a shit?

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?

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.

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

Set. Set, set.

Pepper!

That's three down.

Make sure you grab his rifle.

How do you not have
one single trauma kit?

You got a woman fighting
for her life over there.

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

at least do something
for the people out here.

What?

What is it?

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.

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?

Look, I got kids in here

and at least one
more shooter. Move.

Copy.

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.

Okay...

Get in there.

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

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

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?

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.

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.

Not exactly impenetrable.

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

- All right.
- Vehicle is inbound!

Mag check.

Make sure you're hot.

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!

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

Fuck.

It's over.

The assault team's moving in.

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.

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...

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?

No, that happened.

Oh, you ain't cheating,

you ain't trying, boys.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

This reintegration
process, shall we?

Oh!

Cerby, bed. Go to bed. Bed.

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?

Wish I could, but, uh,

I should get home.

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.

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."

He was right.

Man was not meant
to tarry alone.

What the hell's that mean?

Ah, it's just that, seems like

Clay walked that talk
even outside the teams.

Like what he was
trying to do for Ben?

What the fuck?

Sorry.

Are you all right?

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

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.

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

Hope everyone had
a good weekend.

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.

I understand your
client would like

to make a statement before
I deliver my ruling.

Mr. Gossett,

you may proceed.

Just wanted to say I am...

really sorry for everything
that happened that night.

Someone tried to... help me,

save me, really.

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...

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...

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.

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.

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

to Command for not
reinstating you and Bravo?

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.

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.

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.

A SEAL that hates
SEALs telling jokes

that hate laughter.

That's awesome. Awesome.

You enjoy yourselves, boys.

Huh?

The guy is unbelievable.

Told you he wouldn't
sit with us.

All this proves
is another rumor.

Falls for every woman he sees.

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

instead of just telling
me over the phone?

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.

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.

Wow. Whoa.

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

The Zillow listings you sent me

- when I was in Afghanistan.
- Right.

I found a few more.

- Mm.
- Thought we could...

discuss them over
extra cheese...

- Right.
- Pick some,

maybe go check 'em
out this weekend?

Second thoughts already?

Uh...

No. No, it's-it's, uh...

it's not about that. At all.

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.

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.

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.

Right.

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