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- Previously on SEAL Team...
- That's Yasiri.

We'll pull up, throw Yasiri
in the truck, and we're gone.

- Get us the fuck out of here.
- We're clean, let's do this!

Why don't you say
what really went down out there?

When it came time to execute,
you didn't think I could.

I used to look at the future.

Now I'm scared of what's around
the next corner.

It was not the rifle
that made you shine.

You are still that guy.

Yasiri's militants are a proxy
for a state actor.

- Who?
- I'm trying to figure that out.

Instead of trying, start doing.

Says the guy who twice
had Yasiri

in his crosshairs
and came home empty.

Does the name Jacques Tandina
mean anything to you?

He's the SGS source that
was playing both sides in Mali.

The Agency is still using him.

Yasiri's squirting.
We're losing him again.

Hold tight, we're going
after the HVT.

Oh-ho, whoo! Hey!

Probably thinks that we have
leftovers for him.

I think we've tried
every mimosa in Vah Beach.

What do you mean, "we"?

I think it's finally happened.

I'm officially brunched out.

All this downtime has turned me
into brunch guy.

It's like a gateway
to popping your collar

and listening to yacht rock.

Oh, casual boozy meals

are a perk of downtime,
if you ask me.

Shame, though,
you're not gonna be getting

any eggs Benedict
in Afghanistan.

Yeah, nor any Jason Hayes.

At least you get to go back,

you know,
finish what you started.

Wish I could say the same
for Bravo.

Well, while I'm helping
my friend's NGO

get women to safety,
you can occupy yourself

as a sheepdog around here
till you get spun up again.

Oh, okay.

Have you talked to Clay
since he went home?

Ah, I want him to have
some time with his family,

though living in
a one-bedroom apartment

with a newborn, what he
really needs is space.

Are you sure you want
to be throwing stones

from this particular
glass hovel?

Oh, hovel?
Did you hear that?

Hovel.

This is no hovel.
This place is great.

I'm not planning on living here
forever, that's for sure.

Oh! Really?

- Yeah.
- Where would you go?

Always wanted to get
an Airstream.

And live by the water.
Why is that so funny?

I wouldn't expect
any less from Bravo 1.

You like being able to drop
everything in 30 seconds

and run into the fire
with Bravo.

- Hmm.
- No judgment.

There you go.

To be honest,
I'd be more concerned

if you told me you had a house
in Key West

you had your eye on,

where you could spend
your days fishing.

Fishing.
Caught.

To us, two sharks
always circling.

Yo, hey, you don't need
to be doing that.

What?

You don't need
to be doing that.

Oh, come on,
you've made breakfast every day

since you've come home.
I can clean up.

I-I'm pretty sure there's
not enough household chores

to make up for walking out
on you and Brian.

Well, a week's worth
of you making omelets

is a good start.

But you could, you know,
afford to change up,

maybe throw in
a German pancake or something.

- Noted.
- Mm, good.

However, Professor,
you know,

omelets are actually a metaphor.

Like breaking eggs,
making a mess.

And yet still providing
for your family.

- I get it.
- Right.

Seriously, though, you...
stop apologizing.

We both made mistakes
navigating your recovery.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure
that you being cautious

compares to me insisting
that everything is normal

and then losing my shit

when I finally realized
that it wasn't.

You're here now.

And between my sabbatical

and you taking a break
from Green Team...

I think we can slow down,

maybe figure out
what normal means.

How's your pain level?

I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't jonesing for a pill.

The doctor said that cravings
should lessen after ten days.

And you're almost
out of the woods.

I promise, I'm never wandering
into those woods again.

- Mm.
- Come here.

Oh, look at you, all busy
behind your big-girl desk.

Well, I'm trying to clean out
my inbox

before I head up to D.C.

Looks like I'm also gonna have
to clean up that puddle of sweat

you're dripping
on my floor there, Sonny.

Oh, yeah, just been doing
three-day workouts at the gym.

Yeah, I don't really have
anything much else

to do, since...

You know,
I'm happy Clay's doing Clay,

but I'm really gonna miss
putting on...

...that Mrs. Doubtfire brassiere

and helping out
with little Brian.

Now, had I known me
sweating profusely would, uh...

- Shut up, listen.
- Oh.

I just got an email
from a contact at the CIA

confirming that they still rely
on the SGS source

they used in our
target package in Mali.

The source that sold us out,
that got us ambushed,

that lost Clay's leg?

The fucker that I've been
dreaming about

putting six feet under?

That's the thing.

They swear that he didn't
double-cross us.

Oh, bullshit,
that's just the Agency

- covering their ass.
- I don't think so.

The official AAR came down
and said the source

had been taken out of play.

Something doesn't smell right.

So, I put in an RFI
for the case file

for the operation.

Once the red tape clears,
I'll know.

If the source was good,
then who fucked over Clay?

I'll try to find out,
put it on my list

along with getting Bravo
back to Syria.

If the war machine's
gonna try and pull

some sort of Pat Tillman-style
cover-up,

I tell you what, man,
someone's gonna pay for this.

I can't do anything
until I get that case file.

And even then, once I do know
the questions to ask,

the answers that we'll want
lie above my pay grade.

Davis, you need to think.

Okay, what about them fancy
committees of yours?

You know, a new
cake-eater friend

that might want to hook you up?

I mean, I'm trying to understand
how it works.

I mean, it looks real good.

- Hi!
- Oh, Mr. Hobart, welcome.

I wanted to say thank you
to you two.

Oh.

Thank you for what
you're doing here.

Oh...

Well, thank you
for your service.

Uh, our assistant Kayla
will show you

back to a nurse
for an assessment.

That's a pretty good sign
we're filling a gap

that desperately needed it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey, what's going on?
- Oh.

Oh, look who it is.

- Hi.
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hi!
- Look at this place.

A little center-warming gift.

- Thank you.
- It's very nice.

A little bamboo
for good luck.

That's what it's supposed
to do-- give you structure.

Ray said you were good
with him retiring,

but I did not believe it
until you walked in here.

Well, if you need any tips
on how to deal

with the 2IC,
you just let me know.

- Hilarious.
- Good, bad, the ugly,

- the unwanted.
- Mm!

You guys, this place
is incredible.

How many vets
are you able to treat?

Oh, we have room
for 20 residents upstairs,

a group therapy room, kitchen,
quiet meditation room.

Oh, you guys
thought of everything.

- Yeah, well, she did.
- Let me show you around.

- Yes.
- It's impressive.

Ray, it's impressive,
finally found a reason

worth leaving the teams for,
my friend.

Oh, I appreciate you, brother,
but I'm not leaving just yet.

- Oh.
- And, in fact,

got a call from Command.

They want me to come in
next week.

Want to interview me
about your heroics in Mali.

No, fuck that.
Man, you kidding me?

No chest candy, no,
especially not for that op.

What happened to Clay.

Well, actually,
I talked to him earlier.

He's-- sounds like
he's doing much better.

He and Stella may swing by.

Doesn't mean I should get
a medal for an op

that ended his career.
No, uh-uh.

So just make it go away.

No can do on this one, brother.
They're talking Navy Cross.

Navy Cross, Ray?

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

Command's got me
under the microscope.

You know, first Omar,
now this.

You can't look over both
shoulders at the same time.

Can't.

Thank you, everyone.

Ma'am.

I was wondering
if you might have a moment

to speak privately.

- I'll catch up with you.
- Yes, ma'am.

Is there a problem, Lieutenant?

I was thinking
about what you said

about the repercussions

of not having a full view
of the playing field.

Oh, so what keeps me up at night

is now keeping you up
as well, also?

Yes, after I came across
some troubling information

that paints
an incomplete picture.

I believe you're in a position
to help me

fill in some of the blanks.

How so?

All signs suggest to me
that the militia group

that hit the USS Crampton
was backed by a state actor.

But we can't tell who
unless we send a team

back to Syria to finish
degrading al-Sham Brigade

and learn who's behind them.

You know such a decision
falls on SOCOM, not me.

And I also know that you
and the deputy commander

go way back
to your first ship.

Oh, I guess you have
read my CV.

If you were to whisper
in his ear to make this happen,

all of the glory will go to him

when the state actor theory
is confirmed,

and he will owe you
a favor in return.

A bold move...
for a woman that accused me

of advising her
to play politics.

What happens if your theory
isn't correct?

By finishing the job
with al-Sham,

we eliminate the extremists
who killed 20 American sailors.

Nothing for the brass
to be ashamed of there.

I would argue
it's a bigger black eye

to let this act
go unpunished, ma'am.

I don't disagree.

I'll see what I can do.

Anything else, Lieutenant?

No.
Thank you, ma'am.

Morning, gentlemen.

I realize your feet have
barely touched the ground here,

but you'll be spinning up.

Spinning up or handling
our unfinished business?

Well, you got your wish, Jace,
we're going back to Syria.

Your mission remains
a capture/kill

of Jamar Yasiri as a means of
degrading the al-Sham Brigade.

Additionally, you will be
gathering any intel

that may help expose
a more powerful entity,

likely a state actor supporting
the al-Sham Brigade.

Any ideas who that might be?

Turkey, Russia, Iran.
Even the Chinese.

Knowing what we're up against,

what type of additional
firepower are we packing?

Yeah, 'cause getting caught
naked by a fleet of drones

wasn't nearly as fun
as it sounds.

We're on our own.

S.A. mode, small footprint,

allowing us to work
more covertly

as we search for Yasiri.

There's no known location
on the HVT,

but there is promising intel.

After Bravo's engagement
with Yasiri's militia,

they carried out
their planned assault

of a nearby ISIS compound.

The ISIS casualties
were near total,

but chatter says a few of
the unit's leaders did escape,

and it's believed they've
discovered Yasiri's whereabouts.

- How does that help us?
- Are we gonna hook up

in a Yasiri survivors
support group?

The Agency will point us
towards those ISIS survivors,

we will make them an offer.

They give us Yasiri's location,
and we deliver the revenge

that they are too outgunned
and undermanned to execute.

Enemy of my enemy, right?

You're wheels up
in eight hours.

Wheels up, boys.

Hey, Davis.

Any news on Mali?
I'd feel better leaving Clay

if I knew I was getting
justice for him.

Oh, nothing yet.

What, are you still waiting
to hear something, or...?

I told you, I got nothing.

Well, that's a non-answer
if I ever heard one.

Look, I don't have anything
to tell you about Mali

because I used
all the capital that I had

to get a team back to Syria.

You got to be shitting me.
What about Clay?

I couldn't ask for both, okay?
I had to choose.

And getting a team back to Syria
has global implications.

So, getting answers for Clay
is too small of stakes

for a big-game hunter.

- That is not what I said.
- You didn't have to.

Turn your back on your family
so you can go full cake-eater.

Okay.

Yep, congratulations, Davis.

Your abandonment
of Bravo is complete.

Did you get on this hotel?
Do you remember?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Clay. Hi.

- Hey.
- How are you?

Oh, you know, just taking it
one day at a time.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Stella sends her love
and congrats, by the way.

- Sorry, our babysitter bailed.
- Oh, no worries.

Hey, I guess we're both
flying solo

since Ray got spun up.

Uh, welcome.
Hi, come on in.

Kayla here will help
you out, okay?

- Ready for the tour?
- Yeah.

- Let's do it.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, should I not
have mentioned Bravo?

No, look.

Last time they left,
I could admit

that it bothered me that
they got spun up without me.

But this time I can
honestly say that it doesn't.

Okay, good.

Could think of plenty of folks

who could have used
a place like this.

Yeah, thanks.

I can't take all the credit.

Ray definitely had a vision.

Well, found himself
another way to serve.

Yeah.

I told you,
I already filled those out!

- Okay?
- Hey.

- Listen!
- Hey! Hey, relax, okay?

Hey, wait just a...

Hey.

Easy, all right?
Relax.

- Come on.
- Hey.

- Let me go!
- Relax.

Let go of me.

In you go, bud. That's it.

So, we're both leaving
for unfinished business.

Only one who loses is Cerby.

Cerby, he's definitely
not losing out, I'll tell you.

Theo cooks him a steak
practically every night.

- What?
- He's, he's getting

the better of the half.

Then we all win.

I don't know.
You working on Taliban's turf,

I don't really know
if that's a win,

especially if you don't have
Jason Hayes to protect you.

You saying
you don't want me to go?

Can't ask that.

I hope we're at a place
where you can ask me anything.

Anything but that.

If you asked me to stand down,
I'd say no.

I'd never ask that.

What's got you spinning?

I thought you'd be thrilled
to get a shot

at your unfinished business
in Syria.

Oh, I am, trust me.

I am, I am.
But maybe that's the problem.

Meanwhile, Ray and Clay

have found their off-ramps
from operating.

- You think they shouldn't?
- Not at all.

Just seeing them,
you know, move on

has got me thinking
about our future,

and I don't see any off-ramps,
all I see is Bravo.

I mean, what does that
say about me, right?

Despite all the work
that I've done on myself,

I cannot quit this war.

It says you know
there's still a lot of work

left to do-- we both do.

When we drop everything
to do that work,

there's a price.

That price is
the collateral damage

on the folks we care about.

Look, I-I've heard
some alarm bells, too.

It's hard not to when history
has proven

that running into the fire
turns our relationships

into casualties.

But we're both running in.

That makes us different, right?

Oh, that's my Uber.

I'll see you, uh...
see you when I get home.

Yeah. All good.

- Get home safe.
- You, too.

A little dustier
than we left it.

Yeah. Well, the way
we scrambled out of here,

asses in hand, probably forgot
to tip the maid.

Ray, still nothing
from the Agency

on those potential ISIS targets?

They said they're still
synthesizing the latest intel.

All right, well, we don't hear
anything by tomorrow morning,

I got somewhere else
we can go to for help.

Roger that.

Yezda.

I see that trash-talking seminar
served you well.

Bravo Team.

What misfortune have you
returned to inflict upon us?

Yezda, it tore us up,
having to leave the way we did.

Looks like you stepped up
into the commander's boots.

With an assist from Bravo Team.
Why are you here?

We came back to take out Yasiri.

Weeks after his men
killed our commander,

after they attacked us again
and killed four of my sisters?

We can give you retribution
for Commander Nouri.

I know I want some.

So, go get it.

We hoped you might
help us with that.

You don't think
we've given enough?

We're just looking
for some info, okay?

You know,
tune you might've heard

listening to the ISIS radio
the way you do.

Word is, some of the ISIS
whose compound was destroyed

might know the location
of Yasiri.

We were hoping you could
point us in the direction

- of those ISIS.
- What do we get in return?

Empty apologies
and promises

won't buy us weapons
to protect ourselves.

American money will.

Commander Nouri spoke of how
you threw it around in the past.

$50,000.

Done.

I hear the commander

at that ISIS compound
is said to be alive.

If anyone knows
Yasiri's location, it is him.

Where is this
commander located?

In the wind.

But I hear his wife,

she is powerful
in her own right.

You want to make a deal
with the devil,

I can tell you
where to find her.

We're listening.

It's called Al-Hawl.

And before you even think
of asking,

there isn't enough cash
in the world

to get me to go
in there with you.

Al-Hawl refugee camp,
60 klicks from here.

At the fall of
the ISIS caliphate in Syria,

the camp was created to house
the left-behind wives,

widows, and children,
many of whom are orphans.

Doesn't look like the sun will
come out tomorrow over there.

ISIS brides biding their time
until the caliphate rises again.

Who's watching over this place?

The U.N. withdrew
along with the Red Cross

and other NGOs.

Officially, Kurdish YPG
are serving as the wardens.

But after having a dozen men
stabbed and ripped apart inside,

they stick to the perimeter.

The camp is run
by the women inside.

And we're gonna go in and ask
one of them for a favor.

Yeah.

Shit, man.

I'm not up for round two
if you've come back for more.

Man, I-I'm sorry
about the wrists.

I'm Clay.

Ben.
You know, if I had known

that there was a team guy here,

I would've kept myself
in check.

What gave it away?

Don't you know
how to spot a team guy?

He'll tell you.

Fair enough.

What about you?

Air Force.

Well, appreciate you,
uh, stepping in

when I... I bugged out.

Kept me from another night
in lockup.

What set you off?

It's all those questions

at intake, man.

It's hard enough
asking for help, you know?

Why I got to open up a vein
and talk about homelessness

and PTS and shit?

Maybe that's how they find out
what you need help with.

No, what I need

is one night of sleep
without a nightmare.

One morning where I wake up,
feel like myself again.

Too many guys get home
from the battlefield

believing they'll never,
ever shake the things

they've seen and done.

I didn't ever come home
from the battlefield.

Like, literally.

Joined up to fly fighter jets,

and instead they got me
up in Langley killing people

tens of thousands of miles away
with a joystick.

Flying drones spared you from
ending up with one of these.

You kidding?

I'd much rather have a robot leg

than whatever it is
I got going on.

You must think I'm pathetic,

being so whacked-out
from fighting war

in an air-conditioned box.

The worst injuries are the ones
that no one can see.

You know, it takes balls
asking for help,

staying in the fight
the way you are.

That's just it.

Chair Force never put me
in the fight.

Boots on the ground or not,
this war has given us

more blood and nightmares
than anyone can handle.

You know, this place is...
is to help guys like you.

Like us.

No one can handle this
on their own.

Well, what do you know?

Dr. fucking Phil
broke my wrist.

YPG source says that
this ISIS commander's wife--

Nimat Dahmash--
lives in a tent here.

Uh, means crossing through
a large chunk of the camp

to even approach her.

Could go in undercover
as an electrical crew.

Lots of exposed wiring

in that video, I mean,
maybe they won't fuck with us

if they think we're fixing
their Wi-Fi.

Yeah, I'm not sure
that access to TikTok

will quell the bloodlust
of these ladies.

We saw how well they took
to any kind of outsiders, okay?

I say we just, you know,
hit 'em with speed and surprise.

You know, the YPG say
they did deliver the food

same time every day
at this gate here,

across the camp
from Nimat's tent.

We could use the delivery
to pull some of the crowd away,

clear our path in.

Unless Nimat goes over
with them.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'll bet she doesn't.

Commander's wife will hold
the position of power

in the camp, probably has
underlings serving her.

Thins out the crowd.

We move in quick,
no-viz, concealed weapons.

Yeah, we'll beeline
for Nimat's tent,

- make our case.
- Total crapshoot, man.

Numbers against us,
enemy territory, no QRF.

- YPG will QRF if needed.
- That's great.

Man, we saw how those guys
freaking handle their shit

in the prison riot--
that went real well.

You know what,
we move out in 30.

Let's go.

Jace, you'll be with Omar
as he talks to Ms. Dahmash,

ideally out of sight
of the rest of the camp.

You do realize
you speak Arabic as well.

Yeah, which is gonna come
in handy

if I need to talk down
any of the thousand bystanders

I'm gonna keep off of your six.

Look, Omar looks the part.
He knows the culture.

He'll be able to create trust
with the wife.

And honestly,
there's nobody else

I'd rather have with you
in the lion's den.

Sorry, but you know what,
you know what, as OIC,

you do not actually have
tactical authority over me.

You do know that?

Right plan's the right plan.

Waiting for exfil trucks--
brightest idea

- those two numbskulls ever had.
- Huh, about time Rosencrantz

and Guildenstern
drew the right straws.

All right, check that out,
will you?

Just when I thought
I liked you.

All right, food delivery
will hit in a minute.

Great.
Radio check.

- Check.
- Yep.

All right,
keep your weapons holstered.

Bravo 1, on you.

Okay, when the food delivery drops,

that's when we roll, got it?

Got a PID on Nimat Dahmash.

All friends here.

Don't escalate it,
just keep your distance.

The fuck is he doing?

He's good, 1.

Nimat Dahmash?

What's he saying?

Allahu Akbar.

Can't make it out.

He's probably just
kissing the ring.

Yeah, well, he needs to work
on his ring-kissing skills.

Hey, something's off.

She sent those two
for reinforcements.

Ray and Sonny got our six.

You are American,

so let's speak
your vulgar tongue.

- What do you want?
- Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham Brigade.

Do you know this man?

And here, I thought
you were coming to apologize

about the drones
that destroyed my home

and forced me into this place.

It wasn't American drones.
It was Yasiri's drones.

Americans love to put weapons
in other people's hands

to do their dirty work.

The blood of my people
is on your hands.

Yasiri is our enemy
just like he's yours.

- We're hunting him.
- Hunting him? For what?

A man who has bathed
in the blood of the caliphate

is a hero to infidel pigs
like you.

Look, we're here
to take him out.

We just need your husband's help
to find him, that's all.

Your attack dog has gotten
off his leash, is that it?

Yasiri is not our attack dog.

We will soon punish him,
just as we will slit the throats

of those who empowered him.

It's getting
a little too crowded

for this infidel's taste.

I'm still wondering where
Nimat's two henchmen went

and who else might
come back with 'em.

Jason and Omar
better step on the gas.

Look, we're not saying
the U.S.

hasn't made mistakes
in the past.

Yeah, but someone else
is supplying his weapons,

and we caught their wrath
just like you did.

Those same drones
that destroyed your home

nearly killed us.

We want vengeance,
just like you.

My husband is off
planning his own vengeance.

Really?
With what men?

What weapons?

By the time he gets
his army together,

it's gonna be too late.

Yasiri's militia,

the shadow force behind them,

will own this region.

You want to rise
from the ashes?

You let us handle Yasiri.

Follow me.

- What are we doing?
- She said to follow her.

So, we're taking orders
from ISIS now?

Our only lead on Yasiri.

Good with this, 1?

This place is a maze,
and we're going deeper in it.

We're being led by the leader
of this camp.

Right now
she's our best protection.

Or she's parading us
before the slaughter.

What do you think, 1?

Omar's been dead-on
about her so far,

so we're Charlie Mike.

She's relaying our offer.

You sure about that?

Telling him straight,
word for word.

Uh, he wants to know
if we can make it look like

he did the hit on Yasiri.

We can do that.

All right,
everybody clear on the plan?

All right, look, we're gonna let
ISIS take credit for this.

Uh, it cannot look professional,
all right?

We got to make it
appear sloppy.

So, we'll use .762 rounds.

I'll put suppressors on the AKs.

All right.
Don't keep the groups tight.

Keep the pattern sporadic
when engaging.

All right, let's kit up,
we roll out in 20.

Yasiri's location's
is a two-hour drive.

Hey, just hang back
for a second.

I just-- I want to talk to you
about something, okay?

Look, if I stepped
on your toes back at the camp...

No, no, no.
You handled your shit.

We achieved mission success
because of you.

Whoa, was that a compliment?

Could I record that
so the guys will know?

Look, um...

...the last two times
that we engaged with Yasiri,

it went sideways.

So I just want to make
sure before we roll out...

Oh, I see.

Praise is really just a front
for coaching me up.

No, I'm not coaching you up.

Look, I'm reading you in.

Ray's leaving.
I'm not going anywhere.

But in order for Bravo
to run smoothly,

Bravo 1 and its 2IC
have to trust each other.

Look, um...

All this combat that, uh,
that I've seen,

my body has definitely
kept score.

And sometimes when we go
outside the wire,

I need, you know,
the team to help me out.

Well, yeah,
you can't go 100,000 miles

without losing step.

I got my days, too.

Why there's a team
to fall back on.

Right, uh, it's...
it's more than that.

Look, I hid it
from my teammates.

I... I'm hiding it
from Command.

I have TBI.

I'm working the problem,
but it does flare up.

And when it flares up,
it's-- it's a fucking bitch.

Our first brush with Yasiri.

Shit, I thought
you didn't trust me.

I... I didn't trust myself,
you know, to make a call,

to keep you safe.

Look, if this is something
that you need

to read Command in on, I'm...

You really think
you're fucking special?

Like you're the only old
bullfrog whose egg is cracked.

Shit, TBI is right up there
with stripper exes

and travel tattoos.

We may not talk about 'em,
but we all got 'em.

Look, I might be the new guy
here on Bravo,

but I'll go shields up
for any one of my brothers.

Let's kit up.

I confess, I never thought
I'd see the day,

teaming up with ISIS.

You sure they're not
trying to set us up?

You know what,
they want Yasiri dead

just as much as we do.

Yeah, well, I've seen
enough dinosaur movies

to know that you can't
override instinct.

If they wanted to fuck with us,
we'd already be fucked.

Doesn't benefit them
to wipe us out.

Yasiri is their roadblock
right now.

Shit, you really
want to worry, Sonny?

Remember, the last time
we went after Yasiri,

he hit us with drones.

Who knows what other kind
of toys he's got up his sleeve?

Call it.

Jackpot.

All right, target's secure.

Let's get to work, boys,
you know what to do.

In and out of here
in under ten.

Good?

Off target in two.

Sonny, how's that barbecue
coming along?

Set.
Waiting on extract, boss.

- How we doing?
- Good to go, boss.

- Okay, let's roll.
- All right.

Last man Quinn, cleared hot.

Beat it, Brock-amole.

Hey, I was talking
to Naima earlier.

Apparently, our boy Spenser
saved the day at the center.

There was some patient
that was causing trouble.

Well, I'm glad that Blond Cena's
making himself useful.

Speaking of,
Davis tipped me off

to some weird shit that happened
with the Mali ambush.

- Hmm?
- What's that mean?

The bad source that supposedly
set us up, it ain't true.

The Agency's still using him.

The official AAR
is full of shit.

What the hell does that mean?

It fucking means that the brass

is covering something up.

The question is why.

I asked Davis to dig deeper,
and she wouldn't.

Oh.

This fucking medal
they're throwing at me,

complete cover, right?

Head-shed distraction tactic.

You can't read
that much into it.

Besides, whatever it is,
Bravo's got your back,

including Omar.

I read him in tonight
before we hit Yasiri.

You know, told him
about my head.

Really?
Didn't see that coming.

I thought you'd be happy
about it, man.

- You've been pushing for it.
- Yeah, I am.

I mean, I have been
pushing for it.

I just figured
I'd be pushing for a while.

You don't have
a while left, Ray.

Guess the end of the road
really is coming

for the two of us, huh?

And he's finally down.

I'm pretty sure I've never heard
"patriarchy"

used in a lullaby before.

Mm, well, you know,
Brian likes my ad-lib lyrics,

so, yeah.

Also, stop spying on me
on the baby monitor, please.

You should appreciate that
I can't take my eyes off you.

Is that what it is?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- Hmm.
- Mmm.

You're certainly in a good mood

since the vet center.

I'm thinking about
going back tomorrow.

Really?

You've taken a shine
to that kid, haven't you?

What can I say? He, uh...

...he reminds me of Swanny.

Well, that's no faint praise.

I mean, in the,
in the best and worst ways.

Mm-hmm.

It also reminded me that,
you know,

last time I got injured, I--

I found a fight
away from the battlefield.

Do you think that maybe
this is--

this is a long-term substitute
for Green Team?

It was nice feeling like
I was making an impact with Ben.

I don't know.

Good reminder that I can
never stop working the problem.

Stay in that three-foot world,
you can get through anything.

I'm done with
my three-foot world.

That doesn't leave enough room
for what's really important.

You and Brian
are all that matters.

Yasiri's laptop still uploading
back to Davis?

Hopefully some receipts on who

his weapons sugar daddy
might be.

My money's on Tom Hanks.

Hold up, what's this?

Aftermath photos
from the drone strikes

they hit us with in Suluk.

Some sort
of after action report?

Maybe.
I-I can't read it.

It's not Arabic, it's Farsi.

Why was Yasiri receiving
an AAR in Farsi?

Jacket says he's native Syrian,
he spoke Arabic.

Ma'am, I don't believe
he received that AAR.

Metadata shows he generated it
and sent it off.

Who the hell's
up the chain from Yasiri?

Who was he submitting it to?

Haven't yet determined who.
Only where.

- Perry.
- Ray, I need to confirm

that the HVT's laptop
has remained secure

in a Faraday case.

Affirm, why?
What's going on?

Bravo needs to take
every measure

to stay blacked out
until I can ensure

you haven't been compromised.

Why the extra
cloak and dagger now?

I mean, Yasiri's out
of the picture,

and we're not on
his militia's radar.

The militia's not our concern.
The force behind them is.

Wait.

You figured out where
the weapons came from?

Their weapons,
their funding,

their marching orders.

It's all coming
from the same place.

Iran.

That's who we've been battling.