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I know all about looking out for Bravo 1.

20 years of combat is eventually gonna catch up with him.

Just want to make sure we can clock it before it's too late.

Someone tipped Command

to my behavior on deployment.

- Stella's pregnant. - I knew you could do it.

Jason?

- Mandy. I've evolved.

That's why we're hanging out

in Rehoboth instead of Vah Beach.

Curious timing with Mandy being around.

You two make a lot of sense together.

Damn shame if you can't see that for yourself.

I'm suggesting

you and Leanne move here

and live together as a family. Don't you think we owe it

to our daughter to at least try to make our family whole?

Whatever time I have left,

I'd like to try to repair things, if you'll let me.

If you're excited about Mandy,

- then be excited. - Just pump the brakes, okay?

We're just having fun.

Please don't be your own worst enemy for a change.

Hi, Mandy.

Master Chief?

Where's your cane?

Uh...

Brock, you got to stop with that-that lip-smacking, okay?

It's driving me absolutely crazy.

It's making me feel sick, okay?

I'm just trying to put the pieces together,

find this turtle here.

See this little parrotfish, little barracuda?

Why wouldn't you start with the borders?

We've been trapped in here

for three days, and you idiots are still stuck

on this same freakin' puzzle?

- What a dick. - Say, are you sure

that Brock didn't accidently eat any of the pieces?

All I know is that time is standing still

since we've been in this place.

Wonder how it feels for Trent.

The docs put him in that coma to help his recovery.

Yeah. - He'll be good.

Yeah, his-his brain, you know,

probably needs some time off anyways. Am I right?

Well...

at least we get to go home today.

Yeah.

- Turtle. - More ocean.

No, listen, I did 45 days outside the wire,

and I'm telling you, there was no toilet,

there was no shower, there was zero, zero combat jacks, okay?

And that is easy days compared to this purgatory.

Well, you didn't really expect Bravo

to stay calm in the calm, did you?

Puzzle says it's for ages five and up.

Supposed to be staying off that knee.

Docs are pretty confident

Trent's gonna pull through, Jace.

You've earned some rest.

A complete mission failure.

That earns me nothing.

No. The op was a success.

My whole team...

is injured, Ray.

It was supposed to be a straightforward capture-kill op.

Brother, you and I both know

there's nothing straightforward about this line of work.

Look, man, let's hit the cafeteria, all right?

I hear they got schnitzel. You love schnitzel.

Fixating on what happened isn't gonna change anything.

Yeah, they just, you know, all they did was just...

draw some blood and... take some measurements and...

I really almost just fell asleep on the exam table,

until I remembered my husband's in the hospital.

Don't stress.

All right? It's not good for you or the baby.

- I'm fine. - Considering you've been, um,

shot, fragged and blown up, our definition of "fine" may vary.

The only thing wrong with me was missing

- your appointment. - Well,

being in a hospital in Germany, uh, is a very good excuse.

Least I'll make it home in time

to take Ash to his chemo infusion.

Yep.

I never thought I'd be a better son than a husband or father.

Don't say that. Please don't say that.

You're doing an amazing job taking care of us both, okay?

Just... focus on getting better, please.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Talk soon.

How's, uh, Stella and the baby-to-be?

Uh...

Yeah. Doc says the baby's the size of a grapefruit.

But I wish I could've been there.

Yeah, man.

It's always...

it's always difficult observing life

through a damn screen, yeah?

Especially with so much going on back home.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we just, uh...

we've been helping out this homeless vet Sam.

Naima's been shouldering all the work while I've been stuck here.

That's a noble undertaking.

Yeah, well, after what we've seen in Africa and Afghanistan,

it's just nice to feel like I'm making an impact.

Yeah. It's better than the impact that put us in here.

Yeah.

Is Jace still taking it hard?

Man refuses to ease up on himself,

even though we-we all know it was an RPG to blame and not him.

So I'm trying to lift his spirits a little bit,

- and I think you can help. - Honestly, I'll take anything

that gives me a break from Sonny and Brock.

There's that.

So, given Jason's, uh, conspicuous gallantry...

on the op, he's likely gonna be considered for a medal.

Jason's not exactly a medal jumper.

Precisely why I need someone to take down statements

from the rest of the team about his actions.

But he cannot catch wind, okay? He cannot know.

Well, some bird shit might be a nice way

to recognize all of his sacrifices.

All right. I'll go first.

All right. Hey, look, if you're forcing me to do this,

I'm gonna do it right.

Okay, so,

uh, Bravo was running a joint op with a GIGN partner force

on a, um, enemy safe house.

Multiple tangos on target.

Uh, the French were the mobility element,

posted outside with Trent and the gun trucks, while...

the rest of Bravo was the assault force.

We entered the south entrance of the building,

split the train, then started clearing rooms

north through the target.

I called Trent to get more rifles in the fight,

but I never got a response.

Bravo 4, I say again,

I need four in!

How copy?

Bravo 4, radio check! Over!

Bravo 2, this is 1.

Your comms aren't making it outside the building.

I'll head back outside, get some more shooters.

Good copy, 1! Sooner the better!

Should've set your flux capacitor

three minutes ago, Blondie McFly.

More firepower

than we expected.

Sounds like they got friends outside, too.

RPG tango! North ridge.

Keep hammering!

And the next thing I know, Jason's pulling me out,

and then he went back in and pulled the rest of you guys out.

It reads like a World War II medal citation.

Yeah. It's nice to hear you say that.

Lately I've been feeling like, uh,

you thought we needed to watch Jason's six.

Op proved that he's watching ours.

Same as you're doing for him.

Yeah, I'm not sure everybody feels that way.

Someone talked to Command about my actions in Nigeria.

Questioned my fitness for duty.

Dirty business,

putting your bird in the crosshairs like that.

I hope it blows over, man.

What are you doing? Uh...

You can't pull a piece out after you've dropped it in.

Yeah. Right. Look. This one slipped. It was an accident.

This hospital food's giving me the bubble guts.

Eh!

My hands are sweatier than dew on Dixie.

Wh-Why would you do something like that?

I was just about to win. I had five straight across.

By cheating.

You ain't cheating, you ain't trying.

What's the, uh, action like in here?

Meeting of the mindless,

- that's what it is. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, Sonny, why don't you go check in with Hannah

and give our ears a break?

Uh, wow, I haven't touched base with her since we spun up.

She doesn't know you're in the hospital?

Radio silence is not the comforting balm

you think it is, brother.

Uh, once we, uh, once we discharge tonight,

I'm gonna call her up and I'm gonna turn up

the old Sonny Quinn charm.

Nobody's being discharged tonight.

Doctor wants more brain scans.

You're all under observation for another 48 hours.

Aw, this is bullshit, man.

We got better things to do

than get probed by the pecker-checkers.

Can they really hold us here against our will?

This is America.

This is Germany, Brock.

Doesn't matter where we are, okay?

Our-our-our ninja skills should translate.

All right? So I have an idea.

Why don't we just bust the hell out of here

and end this tour as, uh, as lab rats?

- I'm in. - What do you mean you're in?

Okay? It's a military hospital. You break out,

- you're AWOL. - A career-ender

just to wander around rural Germany.

You know, that might be one of your dumber ideas, Sonny.

And that is saying a lot.

Look at you two.

Okay, well, what the hell are we supposed to do, man?

I'm-I'm tired of being captive.

Hey, you know, we got to do something

with this pent-up aggression.

You remember them Gucci deployments we used to have,

friendly competition to pass the time?

Some hospital Olympics might be a way

to keep us from climbing the walls.

Ugh, that's terrible.

Jace.

If you sign on, they'll fall in line.

Nobody wants to play games, Ray, okay? Let it go.

Oh, it's better we fall apart at the seams?

Bravo's already got enough eyes on it after this op.

And disorderly conduct inside a military hospital

is not gonna help.

Create a little chaos...

- to keep us all calm. - Mm-hmm.

The docs are saying Trent's doing better.

If he was here, he'd be the first in line.

- Yeah, huh? - Uh-huh.

- Game on. - Game on.

♪ Yeah!♪

♪ When I get high, I get high on speed♪

♪ Top fuel funny car's a drug for me♪

♪ My heart, my heart♪

♪ Kickstart my heart♪

♪ Always got the cops coming after me♪

♪ Custom-built bike doing 103♪

♪ My heart, my heart♪

-♪ Kickstart my heart♪ Guys! Come on!

-♪ Ooh, are you ready, girls?♪

♪ Ooh, are you ready now?♪

♪ Whoa, yeah♪

♪ Kickstart my heart, give it a start♪

♪ Whoa♪

- Yeah, come on! -♪ Yeah♪

- Oh, I'm gonna get you. -♪ Baby...♪

Whoo-hoo, I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna get you, boy. Oh, I'm gonna get you.

♪ Kickstart my heart, hope it never stops♪

♪ Whoa♪

♪ Yeah♪

- Yeah! - Yeah!

-♪ Baby♪ - Whoo-hoo!

-♪ Yeah♪

♪ Whoa...♪

That's the checkered flag for the Texan right there!

Wait a minute. Checkered flag, my ass!

- Man, that was a foul! - What are you talking about?

What do you mean, foul? Foul, my ass!

Rubbing's racing, right?

If-if you ain't first, you last!

♪ Yeah!♪

Seriously, right?

Okay, so, 42.

Yeah, when you mention the Welton case again,

it seems redundant.

And that's it.

I think it's coming together.

Usually hate notes, but... this was painless.

I detected a slight eye roll around page 24, so...

But now is your chance for payback, okay?

So... what do you got for me?

Uh, page 13.

Okay.

You have a typo in your section heading.

- All right. - And on page 47,

you misspelled "General Keating."

What?

"Feating."

That would have been embarrassing.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Okay, what else? - That's it.

The rest is perfect.

So, I was thinking, for dinner...

Oh, r-really?

Come on, I mean,

the only thing worse than a ton of notes is no notes.

Trust me, it's fantastic.

I don't need you to go easy on me

because we're dating.

I'd love to show you how this shrewd mind

can pick apart arguments,

but...

you lay out your case flawlessly.

What's got you so stressed?

The important eyes that are gonna be on our papers.

I-I got to get this right.

Also guessing you're worried about your teammates?

Look, their close call only reinforces

the arguments in my paper.

We need to be prioritizing

our warfighters over warfighting.

Lucky for your SEALs, the people who'll be reading your thesis

have the power to influence the change you call for.

That's why I got to hit the bull's-eye.

The higher-ups might not like facing the hard truths,

but shining the light is the first step to effecting change.

If you need to hear it from someone

who doesn't go weak in the knees when you smile,

or who has military expertise...

...get a second opinion.

Okay, so two more days?

Yeah. Means I won't make it home in time

to take Ash to his chemo infusion.

-Well, I'll take him. - You got office hours.

You shouldn't be on your feet all day.

I'm not the first pregnant woman in history. I can take him.

You just focus on you and Bravo, okay?

I feel like I'm...

doing a better job emulating Jason as an operator

than Ray as a family man.

How is Jason?

Another explosion can't be good for his head.

I mean, fortunately, he wasn't near the blast.

He's actually the reason we're alive.

Good... morning, Ramstein!

Here's a little something from Okefenokee Joe himself,

the legendary Dick Flood!

Uh, what is that?

It's Sonny putting points on the board for our competition.

Of course you guys are playing games

instead of recuperating.

Know what? You better come home a winner, then.

Huh? Love you.

All right, love you.

See ya.

♪ That she'll be true♪

♪ Unless you make her sure of you.♪

Ow.

Ouch.

Winning... the snack haul challenge

is gonna put me back in the medal race, okay?

Mm. You guys are so pretty.

Ray asked me to help gather some first-hand accounts of the op.

Yeah?

Doctor.

Doctor.

Brock is gonna run away with this right now, okay?

So stop trying to sabotage me, Blondya Harding.

This could help Jace realize that he's the hero here,

not the goat, okay?

Hey, you need to... just, can you please look that way?

Listen to my voice but look that way.

- Okay, just, um... - Ow.

- Ow, ah, damn it. - What do you remember? Start...

start with right after we breached, right?

Um...

We entered in the south end.

It was Ray...

Brock, myself.

We started clearing rooms.

The few guys that intel said was gonna be there

ended up being a hell of a lot more.

Should've set your flux capacitor

to three minutes ago, Blondie McFly.

Then I got a visual through the window, north wall,

and to the left of it there was

a Jihad Jerry that was shouldering up an RPG.

RPG tango! North ridge.

Keep hammering!

Why would the enemy fire

an RPG into his own safe house?

Well, uh...

some...

dirtbag took a shit shot that...

was probably aiming somewhere else,

ended up hitting something in the building,

and the whole damn thing came down.

But I tell you what, I-I am grateful

that Jace was outside and saved our bacon bits.

- Petty Officer Quinn? - Whoa.

- Time for your brain scan.

That shouldn't take long.

You keep your mitts off my machine there.

Hey, uh, look, I'm just calling to tell you

that I, uh, I canceled the hotel

in, uh, Rehoboth.

I'll, uh...

I'll call you when I'm stateside.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just, uh...

- Oh. - Oh.

What's this?

- Nice haul, buddy!

- Yeah! - Real victory's

stealing this stuff behind Sonny's back.

- I'll bet it was. - It's mine now.

- Hey.

How's Trent? Is he awake yet?

We put Petty Officer Sawyer in the medically induced coma

in hopes of reducing the swelling on his brain.

It hasn't worked.

The danger we're monitoring for now

is an uncal herniation.

That's when part of the brain encroaches another part,

causing neurological damage. If we don't see improvement

in the next 36 hours, we'll have to perform a craniotomy

to reduce the swelling.

Trent's a fighter.

I mean, he's got this.

No, he shouldn't have to be fighting. Mm-mm.

If I made a different call...

Jace...

you might be the baddest damn gunslinger alive,

but as much as you think you have a say

in what happens downrange, war has always got the last word.

I could have done more.

We were outside.

Trent was up front on the heavy gun.

And I went and I got a few of the GIGN guys

to bring back inside to help you guys,

and, uh, we started to head back inside,

and that's when Trent got hit by an RPG.

Hold fire now!

You know, Trent was my priority.

He was down, so I went to him.

GIGN guys continued forward without me.

Come on, man, don't do this to me.

Stay with me!

I did everything I could to help Trent,

and then the RPG took the building down.

And thanks to you,

me and Spenser are standing here.

What happened after the building collapsed?

GIGN guys...

they moved back immediately.

My instincts took over,

and I ran inside the building.

Ray!

- Ray. Come on, get up.

Put your arm around me.

Ready?

Come on.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

- Put your arm around me.

Come on. Come on. Good?

Come on, Brock. Come on.

Get up, buddy.

Okay.

Hold on. Careful.

Maybe you boys, you could've handled your business.

If I just had stayed with Trent longer...

Jace, did you fire the RPG that brought down the building?

Huh?

Don't go blaming yourself for an op

that was a catch-22 from the start, man.

Hey.

You did your job, boss, okay?

Look, let the doctors just do theirs, all right?

If I stayed with him a little longer, maybe I...

Hey.

I cannot thank you enough for reading this paper, sir.

I-I... I'm sure you have a lot of notes.

Um, can I get you a drink before we dig in?

Well, this isn't a drinking occasion.

I wanted to meet here because we cannot have this conversation

at DEVGRU.

Okay.

You asked me to read a paper...

about applying lessons from Afghanistan

to better protect warfighters in Africa.

What you gave me

is a manifesto with a flawed thesis.

Uh, what's flawed is our inability to adapt

- to this endless war. - You're an officer

in the United States Navy, and to label...

major operations as short-sighted,

misguided...

is revisionist history that many of your superiors

are gonna find personally insulting,

- including me. - I was standing up

for our warfighters.

I was not taking shots at the architects of these wars.

This is the United States Navy.

You think we do nuance here?

I just gave you the opinion of an officer.

Here's the opinion of a friend.

You publish this paper,

you are gonna start a shitstorm that you want no part of.

Now, I know your intentions are pure...

but you are too good of an officer

to derail your career over some paper.

Ooh. How's the assignment coming along?

Feel like I'm rounding third base.

Good, good.

- You...

Damn it.

Running into roadblocks with Sam.

One step forward, two steps back.

I been down that road with Swanny.

You know...

you know, you think you're making progress,

and then reality just...

gives you a cold shower.

Sam's not even in the damn V.A. system,

because he doesn't have a government-issued I.D.

Naima was gonna take him down to the DMV to get one,

but he never showed.

The legacy of the war on terror

isn't on the battlefields overseas.

It's on our sidewalks at home.

Hey, uh, don't forget to take down your account, all right?

Time for my brain scan.

We made entry on the black side of the building.

I split from Bravo 1.

Ran a combat clearance.

The plan was to meet up with the rest of Bravo,

but we got held up.

Found a room with an explosive hazard...

Mark it for EOD.

...so I tagged the door with a red chem light,

and as I made my way to meet up with Jason

and continue clearing,

we heard shooting break out

on the other side of the target.

Bravo 4, I say again,

I need four in. How copy?

Bravo 2, this is 1.

Your comms aren't making it outside the building.

I'll head back outside and get more shooters.

Go to Ray.

Good copy. Sooner the better.

This is the building.

South end.

Trucks.

This represents this one up here.

Two rooms.

We entered the south entrance of the building,

split the train, and then started clearing rooms north

through the target.

So, split the rooms through clear to the north.

Then I got a visual

through the window, north wall,

and then to the left of it there was a Jihad Jerry

that was shouldering up an RPG.

So, if the RPG was launched from the rooftop here...

...how does it detonate on the ground floor here?

It makes no sense.

I just pulled off the sock equivalent

of the Lufthansa heist.

The rest of Bravo better watch out.

Hey.

You're still stewing, I see.

Canceling those plans to Rehoboth

probably didn't help.

You know, been grabbed and poked and prodded

for the past few days. I've had enough. Had enough.

- Stop. - No, no, not stopping.

Mandy shows up in town,

and you get a hitch in your giddyap

for the first time in years? Come on.

Don't hold out on me, brother-man.

Tell me, uh... tell me what's the deal?

Me and her just been, you know, heading up to

Rehoboth every few weeks.

That is nice to hear.

I was hoping you two would spend some time together.

Time that took my eye off of Bravo.

Oh. I see.

So, because you were hanging with a girl you dig,

that's what put Trent here?

Stop looking for excuses to deny yourself what you deserve.

You know, Ray, you know, I put in an honest effort

allowing myself for once

to have a life outside of Bravo,

- and yet here we are. - An honest effort...

...isn't keeping the relationship

in a Rehoboth Beach bubble because you're afraid of...

making it real.

I can't believe it, man, you...

The same guy who's willing to repeatedly run into

a collapsed building to save his teammates

is scared to move forward with a girl he likes?

It's not that easy, Ray. You know, I thought I,

I finally found balance,

but then war put its ugly thumb on the scale,

so I should have known better.

Jace, you ever think that meeting Mandy

was one of the few good things that actually

came out of this damn war?

I mean, brother, you two might actually have

a future together.

Mm. Yeah, I'll think about that future

once Trent is in the clear, okay?

- Okay. - Yeah.

You sure the RPG came from the north?

Yeah, that's what I saw.

So, were there any EOD hazards

on the west side of the safe house?

No, it was clear.

Clear. So how did one RPG

take down a whole building?

There was a second shooter on the grassy knoll.

Maybe another RPG launcher?

I mean, look, all I know is the enemy knew that we were coming.

They were armed to the tits.

We're lucky to have survived that Murphy's Law op.

Yeah.

- What is that? - What?

No, no, turn-- Look at me.

- Are you wearing makeup? - No.

Yeah, well... well...

I listened to you and Ray, okay, about keeping radio silence

with Hannah, so I gave her a call.

And then I sweet-talked that nurse down there

into helping me put my best uninjured face forward.

So instead of saying nothing, you lied to her?

Oh, come on, you of all people know that lying is

a necessary evil. Come on, man.

I was tempted to-to spare Stella the stress

of knowing that we're in here.

Okay, but as much as I want to believe that withholding

is actually really protecting her,

that kind of thinking is how my dad and Jason

ended up being alone.

Clay, I just got Leanne full-time.

Okay? I just got her.

- Yeah. - And there's

no way in hell I'm ever going back.

And you got Hannah in your life, too.

Yeah, that's, that's what I meant, Hannah-Hannah, too.

Yeah. Is being, being hospitalized

all that you've been hiding from her?

You made a pretty quick little transition there,

going from writing in your diary and pining over Lisa Davis

to moving in with your baby mama.

Davis and I didn't have a choice,

and this time I do, okay.

And being honest with Hannah is courting disaster.

It's like handing her Pandora's Box and being like,

"Hey, open it up."

You know? I don't know.

What in the hell is happening there?

Is he okay?

Later, buddy.

I don't envy the weight of having to

second-guess every call.

Well, that's the burden of being team leader.

It's ops like these

that make me reconsider ever wanting to wear that crown.

But that's why it's, you know,

it's so important that I learn as much as I can.

Was there a...

was there another RPG launcher attacking from the east?

Not that I saw.

Hey, can you, um...

can you fill me in on, on what happened after we split?

I was just-- I was wondering why the GIGN guys

never made entry after you told them

to join the fight inside.

All right. Okay.

- Um...

we were clearing rooms.

A firefight had broke out inside.

Ray called for more guns,

but he couldn't get through.

So, uh...

I broke outside and got some of the GIGN guys

to bring back into the fight.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, come here!

I need more guns inside.

They're posted at northeast corner.

- You got it? - We have a wall charge.

Hey, good. Let's move. It'll give us a clean entrance.

Go, go, go!

Put the breach next to that door.

- Go! Go! - Got it.

Hold fire now!

Come on, man, don't do this to me.

Stay with me!

GIGN guys used a wall charge to breach?

We would've walked right into a firestorm

if I used any of the other entries.

So... it was your call to breach the wall,

- not the French? - My men inside.

It's on me to make sure they're out of the blast range.

Which wall did you tell GIGN to breach?

East wall.

Right next to the corrugated door.

Master Chief?

Time for your daily brain scan.

This is getting old.

It's getting old.

Hey. Clay is asking me questions about the op,

using his phone to record things.

What's he poking around about?

Look, I-I just thought that you pulling four guys

out of a burning building was worth some recognition,

- that's all. - I do not need any chest candy.

- Look, Jace... Excuse me, gentlemen.

I have an update on Petty Officer Sawyer.

His brain swelling has gone down.

We'll bring him out of his coma

- tomorrow morning. - All right.

Okay, that's good, all right?

Look... we on the same page here?

The only good thing I'm taking out of this op

is that Trent's gonna be okay.

Got it?

We're on the same page, brother.

All right.

Yo.

Trent's gonna be okay.

That's good news.

When, uh, when do we get to... to see him?

Tomorrow.

Oh, and, uh, your work is done.

Jason, he, uh, he sniffed out the...

medal assignment.

Put a bullet in it.

So... that's it.

Hey, uh, Ray, did your team see

any EOD hazards when you guys were clearing the west side?

Like, anything that enemy RPG

could have ignited and taken the building down with?

You have a funny way of dropping the assignment, Clay.

No, it's just, honestly, it's for my own curiosity.

Uh...

no.

We didn't find anything on the west side.

Now close the book on it.

Yeah, consider it closed.

All right.

Petty Officer Sawyer, I don't want to alarm you,

but you've been in a coma for ten years.

You, uh...

You had me there for a second, yeah.

Beard was a nice touch.

You don't want to know how we made that. Trust me.

I wouldn't be getting any of that in your mouth.

- You got a couple strands

coming in right there.

You might want to pick that glue off, too.

Wait. Wait, wait.

S-Something's wrong.

I don't remember you guys being so ugly.

Sense of humor still intact.

Uh, looks like you guys...

took some hits and checked in, too.

Well, Bravo is now a unit of the crutch brigade.

No one's been sent to the brig?

- I'm disappointed.

We had a friendly competition to pass the time.

- Team shenanigans? - Yeah.

Who... who won?

Okay, the winner? Drumroll, guys.

The winner is-- just because I quit--

good old urban cowboy...

- Brock Reynolds!

Yeah!

Look at that, huh? Look at that guy.

Stop the steal.

- Stop the steal. There it is.

Hey, come on, man.

Go enjoy that, guys.

- Look at that. - Yeah, look at it.

- Smells like you, man. - You gonna schedule

a little time at a hotel in Rehoboth

- when you get back home? Uh... you know,

I'm thinking about something a little bit closer to home

- this time.

Okay.

Look, I thought I told, uh, Ray

to bury the medal campaign there, Lois Laine.

Hey, did you warn the, uh, GIGN

about any EOD hazards in the building

when you told them where to put the wall charge?

Why would I do that?

There were no EOD hazards in the building.

Doc. Hey, there you are.

Tell you what, you ever need anyone to help you

with the prostate exams...

this kid, top-notch.

Master Chief Hayes, a word?

Yeah. Excuse me.

Tell you what, Doc, if the military's looking to clone me,

I pass.

I'd like to run some more tests.

For what? I've been discharged.

Daily CT scans we've been doing was an acute response

to the injuries you came in with.

And they all checked out, so I'm good to go.

But raised enough flags for me to look over your record.

20 years operating.

Multiple documented concussions.

Exposure to more hard combat than anyone I've come across.

You're a prime candidate for Breacher's Syndrome.

So is every other frogman.

You understand? All right?

I have been cleared to leave, so I'm leaving.

TBI is an invisible injury.

Which is why I recommend scheduling

diffusion tensor imaging to detect precursors

to astroglial scarring.

Have you experienced headaches?

Hearing disturbances?

Trouble concentrating?

Irritable more than usual?

- Not till you showed up, Doc.

How about memory problems?

And how did one RPG bring down the whole building?

I was inside. I didn't have a line of sight...

Found a room with an explosive hazard.

Mark it for EOD. RPG tango!

GIGN guys used a wall charge to breach?

East wall. Right next to the corrugated door.

I asked

if you have memory problems.

My men put me up for a medal for this op, all right?

Just to show I have no chinks in my armor.

That's what's so horrific about TBI.

Most of the time the injured show no signs of impairment.

But in an instant, that can change.

Proper scans to gauge whether you're suffering from TBI--

I encourage you to look now,

so you can make informed decisions

before the effects become disastrous.

Did you warn the, uh, GIGN

about any EOD hazards in the building

when you told them where to put the wall charge?

Why would I do that?

There were no EOD hazards in the building.

Put the breach

next to that door. Go!

Go!

Which wall did you tell GIGN to breach?

East wall.

Right next to the corrugated door.

Jason brought the building down.

Both of you look like you've seen a ghost.

I'm fine.

Easy day.

Easy day.

- Let's go home. - Best thing

I've heard all day, Ray.

♪ Don't laugh too loud♪

♪ When people say♪

♪ Someone could steal your love away♪

♪ These things can happen to you.♪