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Previously on SEAL Team...

This is my last run with Bravo.

I need to be there for my family.

Tell you what, drafting you was the best decision that...

Ray ever made.

Down! Down!

Where's his med kit?! Where's his med kit?!

Serious heavies down here. Bravo 6 is down hard.

Copy. One man down.

Also has internal bleeding.

Sounds like it's touch and go.

- Oh, my gosh, baby. - Don't worry, all right?

I'll be with you and Brian in no time.

Somebody messed up,

and they need to be held accountable.

If I stood down when I learned

about my TBI,

Clay would've been on his family leave like he planned.

Clay? Clay.

His blood pressure was crashing.

It's... sepsis.

- What is it? - Well, the infection

was spreading, so the doctors did

what was necessary in order to save his life.

To prevent the sepsis from spreading,

we had to perform an emergency transtibial amputation

on your right side.

Petty Officer Spenser,

we removed your right leg below the knee.

You...

you guys got to come up with a better prank than that, man.

I can feel my leg just fine.

It hurts like a bitch.

Done for the day?

Not even close.

Well, maybe you should be.

Don't want to overdo it.

I will smack the shit out of you

with those kid gloves if you use 'em again.

Roger that, Stumpty Dumpty.

Oh.

Ooh, ooh. Shots fired. Too soon?

Nice.

You sure it's less than three months since your injury?

You hear that, buddy? Sounds like I'm getting

some more DEVGRU records to my collection.

Greg, you are supposed to be working on his balance,

- not his ego. - Hey, at the rate you're going,

with some hard work, you should be able to stand on your own

for up to five minutes next week.

Ooh-wee.

A whole week for five minutes?

That should keep your ego in check there, bud.

I can do one minute right now.

- Oh, really? Okay.

What you got there, tough guy?

- Clock is starting.

There you go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, okay.

- All right. - Fuck.

Happens all the time. You're all right.

Look, why don't you read me in on some of the exercises

that'll speed things along, huh?

Crawl, walk, run.

You just keep doing what you're doing.

How'd that drip treat you, Mr. Jeffrey?

Tell you what, I feel younger every time I leave here, Debbie.

That's what we like to hear.

I see we don't have your insurance on file.

Yeah, you know, I like to avoid the red tape.

- Right? So, $2,000, right? - Yeah.

I will see you in three weeks.

- Have a good day, Debbie. - You, too.

Ooh. Sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt your therapy.

No. I was just finishing up.

You know what?

I was thinking I would make you some waffles

for your last day of work.

My last day of work at the hospital.

Getting our vet center up and running

is gonna be a full-time job,

only with...

much worse pay.

Did I mention there'd be, uh, whipped cream on those waffles?

Wow.

- Hmm? - Let's save

the sugar and carbs for tomorrow.

We're gonna need the energy

while we're looking at facilities

the realtor has lined up for us.

Yeah?

This means a lot,

you giving up your career

so we can do this together.

I'm getting a lot more than I'm giving up.

It's the right move for the people who need us.

This war's making a lot more of 'em every day.

Yeah.

Tight corner.

You'll give Austin Dillon a little run

- for his money now, buddy.

Hi, Daddy.

Hi.

- Say hi. - Hey.

Um, so Brian did something awful

- in his diaper. I'm sorry. - Well, anything is better

than Clay's

stinky sock when that leg comes off, isn't it?

- Sonny, please. - Your daddy's got

a stinky leg, doesn't he?

- He got a stinky leg. - Here, let me...

Yeah, you got to let me do this.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Ooh... Oh, okay, okay, okay. - You see?

- Yeah. - He's right.

Might need to burn it.

Thank you. Throw it over there.

Sonny did send me a video from PT.

Looked like you were, uh,

you were pushing kind of hard.

Sweating can cause friction

and put you at risk for infection.

Do you see any rash or bruising?

No, I don't.

I'm all good.

All right, I changed that Chernobyl of a diaper

and I got Brian down for a nap.

Oh, thank you.

Sonny, will you tell my wife how I feel

- about being babied. - Well, from her,

I-I don't see how that's a bad thing,

considering the potential of a sponge bath,

- Professor Clay-vier.

- Thank you.

Hey, you got to be kidding me.

20 years of fighting this war,

and it's still open season on us.

Maybe someone should remind the world what happens

when they poke the bear.

You know what? In happier news,

you guys should both see what Brian did this morning

during tummy time.

Why does this kid always hit targets

in the few hours a week that I'm gone?

I would love to stay and watch,

but DEVGRU is calling, so...

if you, uh, y'all need a little chauffeur later

to transport this chair around,

- just holler at your boy. - Okay.

And I bet you, right now, you're really wishing

you'd taken that minivan.

Absolutely the fuck not.

Thank you, Sonny.

- Love you, buddy. - Yeah.

Oh, this is a surprise.

- Did you forget I was coming?

We sure this stem cell stuff is working?

No, I meant,

you know, the hair missile using you as a pillow.

- It is working.

Mmm.

I tell you what, that treatment that I'm

using right now-- it is worth every dime

I'm spending to keep it off Command's radar.

Is there a treatment for your new addiction

- to brain-training apps? - It's Sonny.

He always updates me after Clay's PT session.

I'm sure he'd appreciate it

if you stopped by his next one.

Yeah, you know, I'm just trying to give him his space right now.

I don't want to be a reminder

- of everything that he's lost. - Reminder

because you're his team leader

or because you think you're the one

who put him in the line of fire?

Well, I just hope

you're not ignoring and overriding

whatever it is you're carrying around about Clay.

I tell you what. What do you say we, uh, go to the beach?

Better yet, go on a hike with Cerby? Come on.

Let's go for a hike. Good boy.

Have a little extra energy from mainlining

the fountain of youth, do you?

Just because I'm getting

all these brain treatments

doesn't mean I have to ignore

the bonus side effects.

I think I have, uh, a better use

- for the side effects. - Really?

- What's that? Mmm. - Mm-hmm.

Always so well prepared.

Yet you rarely speak up.

Prefer to listen and learn.

I would rather answer best than first.

Rough day for the Navy. Any word on who hit the Crampton?

- It's a rough day for all of us.

And no one has taken credit for the attack.

I see this group is as eager to discuss

the attack on the USS Crampton

as the Joint Chiefs' morning session was.

It is indeed a reminder why we're establishing a beachhead

for much-needed change in the ways we wage war.

You were driving to a point, Major Gerretsen?

Good morning, Admiral Stevens. Yes, ma'am.

Our strategy of pouring money into spec ops

to chase extremists seems to have failed

twice here. First, because our special forces

clearly didn't prevent the attack

and again, because it left the ship with outdated

CIWS technology that failed to take out all incoming rockets.

Interesting analysis.

The question we in this room face:

how does this insight factor into the strategies

that we're considering for SecDef

as we prepare to effect structural changes

in our pivot away from the global war on terror

and toward great power competition?

It argues against going all in

on cyber and disinformation tactics

at the expense of conventional forces,

who have already been left ill-equipped

after two decades of narrow-minded focus

on spec ops and expensive tech.

The advantage to cyber and disinformation tactics

is the reduced risk to our troops on the ground,

both spec ops and conventional.

But war remains kinetic.

With Russia's invasion of Ukraine

and China poised to move on Taiwan any minute,

we need to ask ourselves if the U.S. were attacked,

would we really continue to rely

on a select few special operators

to defend our whole nation?

Little shit doesn't even have teeth yet,

and he still just bit my nipple.

You want me to kiss it and make it better?

How's the phantom limb pain?

It's still a trip, but

it's a little less freaky thanks to this mirror therapy.

- Good.

- It's Jason. - What's he saying?

He's asking if I want to see the team.

They've come by since you got back.

I think that he means all of them

at the same out in the world.

You sure you're ready for full Bravo reunion?

I mean, it's not like I've been avoiding them.

But I have been at DEVGRU, like, three times a week,

and I haven't wandered over to the cages or the team room.

Maybe you're just waiting till you can walk in

on your own two feet.

All I've been doing these past couple months is wait.

You know, to come home from the hospital,

for the incision to heal, to get fitted for the prosthetic.

I'm done waiting.

Brock, you suck at this, man. Clay would literally have

twice as much done in half the time.

How long they been at each other?

Yeah, long enough. All right,

hey, listen up, Clay's definitely in

for a hang tonight, all right? We're all going. Got it?

Be good to see him.

- Yeah. - Well, uh, first round's on me.

- Oh, look who it is. - Oh, Trent.

Hey.

- What's up, man?

- This mean you're back, brother? - And cleared hot.

Oh, that's fan-fucking-tastic.

Fewer chances for Brock to open his trap.

Hey... I'm just, uh,

I'm sorry I wasn't, uh, with you guys when you got hit in Mali.

Yeah, well, you know what, you definitely took

your own beating, that's for sure.

Good to see you, man.

Sure you're good to go?

Docs fixed my back, my hip, my shoulder.

I mean, hell, at this point, I feel like

I got it easy compared to the rest of you guys.

- Good.

Well, the rest of us got off easy, too.

I mean, waiting ten weeks to get cleared to operate

is nothing compared to Clay.

Well, life after Bravo 6

is definitely gonna be an adjustment.

Nothing to adjust to.

Without Clay, Bravo isn't Bravo anymore.

Now, him coming out-- that's a good sign, right?

Yeah, it's a good sign, but, you know,

I don't know if this is the right place.

Well, Bulkhead was his idea.

There's nowhere to look without seeing SEAL stuff.

It's definitely gonna stir things up.

Well, maybe confronting those emotions

head-on will help him.

Haven't, uh, seen him since before the injury.

How rough's it been?

Well, he was pretty down in Germany,

had some rough days at Walter Reed,

but him getting home to his wife and son--

- I think it was good for him.

There he is.

- You good? - Yeah.

♪ And the whole damn world went wrong...♪

- Hi. - What's going on?

♪ Then I woke up...♪

- Hey. - Hey.

Well, all these years, I never knew that

Clay was the life of Bravo's party.

Well, they've just never seen a one-legged frog before.

- There he is.

- Good to see you, boss. - Man of the hour.

- You look good. - Yo, yo.

Well...

you haven't seen all of me.

- Hey, now. - Oh.

♪ Those fanatics...♪

Thing's got state of the art hydraulics.

Still shiny two weeks in.

It's made in China, so, uh,

- careful what you say.

Hey, I'm gonna get a drink. You want something?

Uh, can we just get a round

- for the table? - Yup.

I'll help you.

♪ And so many can't be found...♪

This, uh, was, uh, your fifth rehab session today?

Yeah, you know, got to push hard

if I'm gonna instruct at Green Team.

Well, Green Team sounds like a great way

of adapting and overcoming.

It's smart to find another way to serve.

Transitioning out of the field is

a tough enough adjustment even when it's your choice.

Technically, this was my choice.

I made the plan before Mali so I could spend more time

with Brian and Stella.

Injury only changed the timetable.

Well, Green Team is lucky

to have you show the ropes there, Hot Wheels.

You do remember what Clay was like on Green Team, right?

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, I-I once saw the man

mouth off to his instructor

and slip his number to a girl

who had a gun at his head all in the same breath.

- True story.

Hey. Hey. No, no, no, no. Hey, now.

Look, I'm a quiet professional, okay?

She gave me her number.

- Oh. - Oh, my God.

It took a lot of lobbying to get you on Bravo.

Best decision Ray ever made.

I'm surprised you took your eye off Clay.

Got a career in the Secret Service after operating.

Don't let him hear you talk like that.

He'd rather be picked on than pitied.

I'm actually very proud of the way you stepped up for him.

I mean, you already had a full plate

with Bravo and Leanne.

He's my brother.

Got no other choice.

Thing I am struggling with, though, is, uh,

you know...

we'll never get to play Johnny Bravo outside the wire again.

I'm sorry.

- This is not easy. - Hardest part is...

is keeping a stiff upper lip around him.

I don't know if you know this about me,

I just tend to, uh,

wear my emotions on my sleeve.

Think I've seen that once or twice.

- Oh, really? Yeah? - Yeah.

- Wow. - If it makes you feel any

better, I've been struggling

- to hide my emotions, too. - Oh, yeah?

- Yes. Over at the Pentagon. - Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm. - What, you're already

butting heads at, uh,

cake-eater fantasy camp, hm?

Okay, we're setting policy, we're not just blowing hot air,

- all right? - Oh, really?

And I'm walking a tightrope trying to argue

for stricter scrutiny before approving ops

that are high-risk and low-reward.

Just trying to...

- prevent another Clay. - Well, in the meantime,

I'm really hoping that the Navy is using their resources

to wipe out the dirtbags that did this to him.

Well, the official AAR on the Mali op came down,

blames the ambush on the CIA's SGS informant.

Seems he was playing both sides.

The Agency screwed up?

- Yeah. - Color me shocked.

Oh, damn, Davis, I thought you were gonna come over here

and cheer me up.

Okay, then here's some good news.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

I am moving

to a new posting in Command next week.

Overseeing intel for all the teams.

Wow. That...

That's great. I'm... I'm...

- really happy for you. - Wow. Okay.

- Does your face know it? - I mean, come on.

You're leaving Bravo, like we always talked about.

- Yeah. - But you're...

...still at Command.

So, that leaves us...

In our same, normal, dysfunctional place.

Yeah.

Gonna crush on the Green Team.

There you go.

Thanks, boss.

So, how's, uh,

how's everything going with your noggin?

Nope.

My turn to get an update on you.

Come on, Jace, I asked first.

You find something to work?

Yeah, I got some treatments I've been looking into and, uh,

seems like this new stem cell infusion thing seems to be, uh,

getting me the best results so far.

That's some new school thinking for a crusty old bullfrog.

- Yeah, yeah, it is.

Listen, I... You know, I remember that time

you got blown up in Manila

and you went radio silent for some time.

You showing up here tonight

speaks volumes. Says a lot about you.

I'm not the same person I was then.

In a lot of ways.

But, you know, overcoming my injuries back then

helps remind me that I can do it again.

Right. This a little different, though, huh?

You know, it sucked at first.

And I had my pity parties, but...

You know, then I-I remembered the...

You know, the path getting me here

might be different than I expected,

still moving towards the same target.

- Green Team. - For now,

then we'll see, you know?

Wouldn't be the first guy to operate again

- after losing a limb. - Just don't overdo it.

All those surgeries. Healing hurts, man.

I'm not touching the painkillers.

You know, I saw with Swanny that

the cure can be worse than the problem.

I got a good support system between Stella and Bravo.

That's good. How's she, uh, handling all this?

She's the strongest person I know.

Ah.

Though I overheard her on the phone with her mom

saying that, you know,

whenever she gets a little overwhelmed by everything,

she reminds herself to be relieved that

she doesn't have to worry about me

- being killed in battle anymore.

Look, uh...

Everything you're going through

is, uh...

I'm sorry.

You're saying that like you blame yourself.

Well, you know, you lost your leg because of me.

If I'd dealt with my head...

when that building came down in Mali,

there's-there's no way

you would have been with Bravo on this ambush.

You would've been back home like you planned with your family.

Like, you-you...

you want to think of yourself as the master

of everyone's universe.

Well, see it this way. It helped me feel better, too.

If not for you, my picture

would be up there, Stella would be a widow

and Brian would never know his father.

You ended that fight and you got me out of there alive.

There's more to life than operating.

Rooms for short-term housing,

long-term housing, a medical clinic.

Kitchen, probably a chow hall.

You really think there's a place around here that has all this?

If there isn't, we'll make one.

We're not gonna be another group

cutting corners at vets' expense.

Well, if the broker tells us we have to settle,

it's good to know you've already got your speech prepped.

- Yeah. - Look at you.

- Let me see. Look at you.

It's work.

I didn't want to miss this one, baby.

I can handle a couple of real estate showings on my own.

Of course you can, I just...

I wish I could be there with you.

This is our project.

- Our dream. - That's true, whether

you're in Virginia Beach or some highly-classified location.

We're in this together. Bye.

The Navy destroyer

U.S.S. Crampton was hit yesterday

with three Russian Kornet rockets

while stationed off of the Mediterranean coast of Turkey.

20 American sailors were killed in the attack.

Biggest haymaker thrown at us in years.

- Who's taking credit? - Nobody yet,

but it has all the hallmarks of ISIS.

Well, reaching out and touching some ISIS dirtbags

may actually, uh, help Bravo

get their groove back.

Alpha and Foxtrot will be hitting

targets in the region that

may yield the trigger-pullers.

So why are we here?

Intel has determined that the Kornets used in the attack

were supplied by an arms dealer

operating out of the port of Sukhumi, Georgia,

most likely skimmed from Russia's campaign in Ukraine.

Bravo will infiltrate the arms depot,

capture the traffickers,

conduct an SSE for intel

and disable the remaining cache of weapons.

Well, that's in Abkhazia.

Russia-backed separatist region of Georgia.

Their dispute goes back to the end of the Soviet Union.

Don't they all?

The Sukhumi Seaport is roughly 45

klicks south of the 7th Military Base in Gudauta,

home to over 4,000 Russian and Abkhaz troops.

So, goes without saying,

if they even catch a whiff of Bravo...

American boots hitting a Russian-occupied

target on the Black Sea--

mistakes, they just lead to World War III.

Cannot stay long in the contested region.

That's why we're diving. In and out.

C-17 can't get anywhere near Russian airspace.

We'll run a duck.

Jump from Bulgarian airspace with a Zodiac.

Take it as far as we can into international waters,

swim the rest of the way in.

That's four to six hours underwater.

Welcome back.

We can have an agency team standing by

to collect the arms dealers

before we swim back to the Zodiac.

That's optimistic, being that

we're gonna be shark bait for 12 hours,

and considering Bravo's hits lately,

I'm not sure that I want to tempt fate.

How are we gonna take out the rockets?

Stack 'em and blow 'em.

Sukhumi's heavily populated.

We can't risk civilian casualties.

If we control the explosion,

we can minimize the blast radius.

Still, that boom is gonna

draw a lot of eyes in an area

with Russian troop presence.

Which is why we'll be in the water

while those fuses are going off.

They won't know what hit them. Easy day, boys. Let's go.

Okay, don't forget the, um,

massaging the scar,

the hand tapping exercise. Oh, and, uh,

- you got to do the second... - Yeah,

with and without the liner.

Yes. Do you not trust me to take care of my own husband?

Didn't she prove herself the week that you went back

to Texas to see Leanne?

Listen, y'all lost a lot of points with me

when you put a Baby Shark toy in Brian's nursery.

- You hear that?

He's terrified. He's gonna be scarred for life.

Just come back

- in one piece, okay? - Okay.

All right.

I'm just trying to wrap my brain around my first op

- without my battle boo. - Yeah, well,

first of many, all right? So dial it in.

Hey.

Jason's gonna need more than a knuckle dragger

- watching his six. - I get it. You need me

to step up and fill your shoe.

Look, man, I'm gonna follow your playbook and

hit life's curveballs

instead of letting them hit me.

All right. Hey,

kick a couple doors for me, huh?

I will.

It's weird not knowing where you're going.

Yeah. Too bad you're no longer cleared for TS.

Sorry our night got canked.

It's okay. I should probably

start packing, too, head back to McLean.

You're not gonna stay?

What, now that he likes me, you want me to

- take care of Cerberus? - Oh, you know, it's...

Kind of like the idea of, uh,

knowing I'm gonna see you when I get back home.

Well, when you put it like that...

Yeah.

Off you go to save the world.

Listen, I know this is my first spin-up since the...

...but let me tell you, I'm good,

treatments are working and the boys are gonna backstopping me.

All right? And thanks to you,

I was able to talk to Clay,

keep my mind from spinning out of control, all right?

I'm good.

Good?

- Yeah. - All right.

First op back has got to be brutal.

Uh, technically, it's everyone's first op back.

I just had more down time than the rest of you.

Turns out, uh,

I handle life without Bravo about as well as you do.

Look, there's, uh, something I got to fill you in on.

Hey, look, uh,

Ray and Sonny have read me in on

what you're dealing with, and, uh,

how the rest of us are helping.

Boss, you've always had my six,

you better believe I got yours right back.

- Appreciate it. - Absolutely.

One hour till we reach jump coordinates.

All right, listen up, Dixie cups.

Yours truly

has been elected to be

your dive master on this fine evening,

- so let's prep it up. - We all know the drill.

Done dives like this before, Sonny.

Oh, really?

You've done an exhaustion dive in the Black Sea?

Also known as the Inhospitable Sea.

Okay.

Didn't we tell him to stay off Wikipedia?

Yeah. Look,

y'all need to be on high alert on this mission,

okay? There is danger at every corner.

From, uh, boat collisions to

other ships' magnetic signature fucking with our compasses.

I'm guessing there's no sharks

because, if there was, you would've led with that.

Five species, to be exact.

Okay, I would like first to go

over the, uh, sea mine report.

Great, those should take care of the shark situation.

Look, we're down one swim buddy on this,

so I suggest that everyone

take this seriously.

All right, look, I know we have lots of questions

after losing Clay,

but it's how we deal with our shit

after we're knocked down that makes us Bravo.

No better example of that right now than Clay.

All right? So, let's go. We got this.

- Yeah, roger that. - Come on.

Hey.

Your head okay? You don't seem, uh, like you're into this.

What's up?

Well, I wasn't gonna say anything

with us spinning up, but since you asked...

The other warrants heard buzz that

Command's under pressure to restructure.

Part of a DoD-wide shift for the new era of warfare.

Meaning what?

Meaning at least one team is going to get decommissioned.

Fuck. All right, so did those rumors-- I don't know--

say which team was on the chopping block?

No, but we'd be naive

not thinking that Bravo's in the crosshairs.

- I mean, we're already down man.

And we got nearly a century of combat experience

between the rest of us.

So what you're fucking trying to tell me right now

is that our first op without Clay

could be our last op ever.

Yeah.

One minute.

One minute.

30 seconds.

30 seconds.

Green light.

Go, go, go!

Go.

Trent, you're with Sonny. Ray, Brock, with me.

We planned a dive, dive the plan, boys.

That current was murder.

Yeah, my air consumption was shit.

Swim took 30 minutes longer than we planned.

- Clock's ticking, boys. - Go.

Split the train. Brock, stay in the lead.

That woke up the damn neighborhood.

For the love of all things holy, this looks...

Heavy.

Bravo 1.

: We're all clear on this side.

JASON [over comms]: Havoc, this is 1. I pass Cleves.

Three tango kilo.

We can tell the Agency they're off the hook.

Sounds like they cleaned the target, no prisoners.

Ahead of you. Just got off with the CIA team.

They heard the shots. Also heard

they got picked up on a police scanner.

Bravo 1, be advised

local law enforcement are aware of activity

on target and will be responding.

Working on an ETA for you now.

There's a lot of damn crates out there, Jace.

All right, look, collapse security, consolidate on me.

We're gonna be busy tonight, boys.

Let's fucking go.

"Join the Navy," they said.

"See the world," they said.

How's the SSE coming along?

Just ripped the phone lines, pulled the hard drives.

This place is a gold mine.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc Base.

Local law enforcement is ten mikes out. How copy?

Good copy, Havoc. 1 out.

Bravo 3, you got five mikes to set those charges.

Our guests of honor have arrived

for our down-home Georgia barbecue.

Look, everything in this room

and in this building has got to be rubble.

- Charges set. - All right, let's go.

Let's kick rocks.

Whoa!

Safe in, safe out. Same swim buddies.

Sonny, how much time on those fuses?

- Eight seconds. - Go, go, go.

Oh, my God. Babe.

- Babe. - Babe, I-I told you,

okay? Just... I got to do this myself.

At least take a break. You're-you're overdoing it.

- That's who I am.

Get down. Patrol boat.

Where the fuck are Sonny and Trent?

That patrol boat ain't out

for a pleasure cruise, I'll tell you that.

We're chasing daylight.

You think we didn't

give ourselves enough margin for error?

That swim was hell.

Imagine not operating for six months.

Worried Trent pushed himself to come back too soon,

take Clay's spot?

Yeah, I am.

Nice of you to fucking join us.

Trent ran out of O2.

I had to buddy breathe him the whole way,

then my rig flooded.

Yeah, I can smell that caustic cocktail

on your breath, brother.

Yeah, that's what happens when you

swap spit with Trent for three hours.

Brock, take us home, buddy.

Let's move. Come on.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

There you go. Suck on that long neck, Brock.

Gracias.

Thanks for saving my life, Sonny.

Even at the expense of your own digestive system.

No, you're lucky. It usually takes me a handle of bourbon

to be capable of, uh, that much intimacy with someone.

- Give it up for Aquaman. - Oh, Brock.

Stop touching me. Please, stop, stop.

Hey, Davis.

Did we, uh, did we stop

the Cold War from going hot?

Uh, for now, at least.

There's no chatter anywhere about Americans in the area.

The authorities in Sukhumi are blaming

careless arms dealers.

Any word on Alpha and Foxtrot's

- targets? - Dry holes.

Search continues.

Well, at least we're putting up points on the board.

- Indeed. - Yeah.

And the shit ton of SSE you boys got me will help,

so I'm gonna go get a head start on that.

Is it just me or you happy that Foxtrot and Alpha

came up empty on that?

It's just good to come back home with a win

after being down for so long, Sonny.

What, uh...

what are you not telling us?

All right, look, Ray heard some rumors that, uh,

some of the teams are getting decommissioned.

I just, uh, I just got back

to Bravo, now they're gonna take it away?

Doesn't matter, okay? Look,

we killed tonight's op, and that's just gonna

crush any doubts that Command has on us, right?

Right?

Okay. If you think one mission success

will make up for us getting blown up twice

in our last handful of ops.

And with the absence of

Clay-rah Fawcett spreading his youthful glow,

we're DEVGRU old-timers.

Of course they're gonna stick a fork in us.

This one has a better kitchen setup,

but this one has better access

to public transportation.

- Mm-hmm. - And both landlords agreed

not to lease to anyone else until you got back to see them.

- That's great. - It's lucky.

There were better contenders we missed out on

because you and I agreed not to sign anything

till you were back to make a decision with me.

Hey.

Are you even listening?

I'm sorry, baby, I...

It's something with Bravo's got my head spinning.

Well, maybe I should get my job back

and we try this again when you hit your 20.

When you have time to give it your undivided attention.

Babe, my 20 just gives us access to my pension.

It doesn't mean I won't be dealing with Bravo anymore.

We both agreed that the vets need us now.

You're not planning on retiring next year?

Oh.

I-I guess we, uh...

- We never discussed what

doing this together looks like in the long term.

Maybe we should now.

Might not be a Bravo anymore, so

makes the decision easier.

Then what's making it harder?

Jason, babe.

He relied a lot on Clay

before he got hurt, and...

now I don't know who fills my shoes with Jason

if Bravo survives.

I know this isn't fair to you

right now, but...

I just don't know what to tell you.

So, look, if we, uh...

If you hadn't been here when I got back,

we would not have been able to do that,

- what we just did.

It was very acrobatic of you, I will say.

We could've done what we just did

at my place, only we wouldn't have had a dog audience.

Hey, I don't mind, you know, moving the show to your place.

It'd be good for me to get out of Vah Beach for a few days,

but the dog's got to come.

- Sorry. - I can't. I'm, uh...

I took a job.

- What kind of job? - Going to Afghanistan.

Get female educators to safety.

What, you going after a former asset, like Burkina Faso?

No, a friend of mine started an NGO,

recruited me to help.

I'll be protecting people, not stirring the pot.

Come on.

Water. Good boy. Yeah.

- You know...

when you thought I was worried about you

before you spun up,

I was.

But more than that, I...

- was jealous. - Yeah. No,

I can totally understand you wanting to run back

into the fire, but, you know...

Cerby's just, he's just finally loving having you...

you be here, and everything's just getting

smooth, and... So how-how long you gone for?

I don't know.

Everything that's happened to Clay,

you know, me having to deal with my TBI stuff

and all the treatments...

Everything you've done for me, it's, um...

God, I would have just, uh, stepped on some

serious, serious land mines

that would have blown me up in the past.

- How was this op? - How was this op?

The guys backstopped you?

- Was your head okay? - Yeah.

- It's good. - Just like you promised.

Yeah.

See? You're gonna be fine without me.

You've got the team supporting you.

Till Command splits us up.

- What? - There's a rumor going around

that Command's gonna break us up.

It's...

- You know what?

Uh, six weeks ago,

I told them I couldn't get away. I'll just say

I need a little more time.

No. That's good.

It's all right, you go. People are in danger.

You go.

That's what you do. That's what we do, so, hey.

It's, uh, you don't have to worry about me.

I'm not worried about you,

- but if-if you are... - No, not at all.

I'll be fine. Trust me. I'll be good. Got this.

All right, Cerby, that's good.

- Speak.

How long have you been...

A minute, 57.

58... 59...

My God, two minutes.

Day and a half, twice my goal.

Well, I'm still processing intel from Georgia.

What's your excuse?

You have anything actionable yet?

No, it's a lot to sort through.

Well, forget actionable.

I mean, uh, do you have any leads?

Maybe one.

But it's isolated,

and it's not enough to build a package around.

The IP address linked to the payment

for the rockets is anonymous,

but we traced it to northern Syria.

Northern Syria, who's there?

Who isn't? It's the Wild West of extremist groups.

It's a fucking hornets' nest to send a team into,

especially with no support in the region.

So, I'm hoping that the rest of this intel points elsewhere.

I'm just hoping that, uh, Bravo Team is still around...

...you know, to be that spear, wherever you point it.

You hear anything?

Yeah, I mean, I did some poking around.

Yeah, this decommissioning is more than a rumor.

Anything on Bravo?

They're part of the conversation.

Right.

I got to get back to it.

- I'll see you around.

- Hopefully.