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- Previously on SEAL Team... - They're gonna take her alive.

It's the way it must be!

We can't tell you how sorry we are for your loss.

We're getting pulled back to the States tomorrow.

You are leaving us? You're no warriors.

Gentlemen, I realize your feet have barely touched

the ground here, but you'll be spinning up.

Your mission remains a capture/kill of Jamar Yasiri.

Additionally, you will be gathering any intel

that may help expose a more powerful entity.

Welcome, hi, come on in.

Too many guys get off of the battlefield believing

they'll never shake the things they've seen and done.

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

Bravo Team, what misfortune

have you returned to inflict upon us?

We came back to take out Yasiri.

Weeks after his men killed our commander?

Word is, some of the ISIS whose compound was destroyed

might know the location of Yasiri.

Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham Brigade, do you know this man?

And here, I thought you were coming to apologize

about the drones that forced me into this place.

It was Yasiri's drones.

Yasiri is our enemy just like he's yours.

Jackpot.

Ray, I need to confirm

that the HVT's laptop has remained secure

in a Faraday case.

Stay blacked out until I can ensure

you haven't been compromised.

You figured out where their weapons came from?

Their weapons, their funding,

it's all coming from the same place... Iran.

- Ah! - Let's fucking see

what I fucking hauled in here, huh?

It's the magic. Here comes the magic.

All right, naming rights to Sonny's second-born.

- That's right. - All right.

A massage from Brock.

The gift of eternal enlightenment from Trent.

- You cannot put a price on that. - No, you cannot.

All right, what'd I miss? What did I miss?

Brock massages.

Just another poker night in purgatory.

Please tell me that was Command calling

telling us that we're going back to work.

Because it's been over a week and I'm starting to go crazy.

No, it was Naima, just some vet center stuff.

Last I heard from the brass,

they're still trying to wrap their heads around Iran

being the force behind al-Sham Brigade.

Well, while they wrap their heads,

we sit on our asses.

Unlike Brock, DoD's keeping their cards close.

They got no choice. We make a move that lets Iran

know we're onto 'em, and things escalate.

Shoot it out with the foot soldiers all you want,

but when you lock onto the top, it's hold fire.

That part.

Yeah, it's puppet masters protecting puppet masters.

Nobody wants World War III.

Especially not the innocent people

under the control of a reckless regime.

Well, I see Bravo 1

still does a mean Johnny Chan impression.

- Yeah. - Look at this, huh?

Hey, look, look, anybody else think

that Jason's noggin problems is just a long con

to take all our cash?

Hey, you can laugh, new guy, it's all right.

Well, you do seem to be a card shark.

Maybe all those headshots gave you a beautiful mind.

Whoo, the one good thing about a week in limbo

is we are one big happy family.

I got some side action for you.

Raise the stakes, make it a little exciting.

- Okay? - What's up?

One hand, head-to-head.

- If I win, okay... - Mm-hmm.

You stop all this crazy talk

about retiring in a couple months.

Now, that is one time in my life I will root for Sonny.

- Yes, yes, yes. - Come on...

I appreciate you, brother, but I'd rather save my luck

for outside the wire.

Hey, we mix it up with Iran, we're gonna need it.

You realize the discovery of Iran's involvement

raises a whole minefield of strategic questions

for SOCOM to consider?

I guess I'm wondering, sir,

where we fall in those considerations.

Our last trip here, we got yanked home

in a heartbeat, and we still had unfinished business.

Now, our mission's accomplished.

Look, if there's any follow-ons, let us at 'em, all right?

We're clawing the walls here.

Walls still surrounded by a dozen enemy groups,

including the remains of Yasiri's militia,

who can't be happy their leader got got.

There's no reason to believe that Bravo is vulnerable

to retaliatory attacks.

The Agency has successfully pushed the narrative that Yasiri

was taken out by ISIS.

You all are real good at spinning those lies, aren't you?

Excuse me, Petty Officer?

Now, what happens when that story of yours falls apart?

We just gonna stay here and take that hit?

All right, check it, Sonny. Come on.

Bravo Team will stand by until further instructed.

Yes, sir. Roger that.

Sonny, what the fuck was that back there?

Why you unloading on Blackburn like that?

I mean, look, you know, he's our boy and all,

but he's still our executive officer.

- You can't do that. - I know, I'm just getting sick

and tired of this head-shed horseshit over our Mali op.

Okay, that's top of the food chain politics

going on right there, you cannot pin that

on Blackburn or DEVGRU.

All cogs in a corrupt machine.

Whatever they're hiding, Davis might have dropped,

but I won't, and this ain't no conspiracy,

Area 51 bullshit, Jas, okay?

Something happened on our op,

and they are trying to cover it up.

I know, I know. I know.

I think they're trying to make me a part of it, too.

What the hell you mean?

I'm up for the Navy Cross for Mali.

I mean, that run you did saved all our asses, especially Clay.

But them giving you that medal focuses on what you did

and not what went wrong.

That's right, it puts the spotlight on me.

Whatever was rotten, it just stays in the shadows.

Now, a Navy Cross investigation,

that's gonna span across your entire career, okay?

They might get wise to your TBI.

That's not what I'm worried about.

You know how this works.

Extortion 17, Roberts Ridge,

all those families trying to get answers,

and they cannot get the truth.

DoD wants to bury something, they bury it eight miles deep.

That's why I'm not gonna stop digging, okay?

And this investigation that they're gonna do to you,

you don't have shit to worry about, okay,

'cause the team will have your back as we always do.

Besides, how many shots has Bravo 1 taken

home and away?

Has one of those shots landed? No.

I've had plenty of consequences, Sonny, plenty.

Yeah, look at you now. You're rolling pretty

with eight and a half of your nine lives.

As galling as we all find the fact that Tehran

would use a proxy for us to carry out this attack

on an American vessel, I'm yet to be presented

with any appropriate response.

Simply no appetite for open aggression with Iran.

Due respect, Admiral.

We may have a more specific target.

- More specific? - Sir, our enemy is one man.

Iranian General Afshin Rajavi.

Communications with al-Sham Brigade leadership

show that General Rajavi was giving them their orders,

supplying weapons, and personally directed

the attack on the USS Crampton.

General Rajavi is one of the most highly placed figures

in Tehran.

Why get his hands dirty with that?

To keep Iran's plausibly clean, sir,

while he advances their interest in the region.

Theory is, the use of Russian missiles in that attack

was an attempt to further pull our attention

away from the Middle East toward Moscow.

But that misdirection failed, drew our SEALs into Syria

and exposed Rajavi as the figure behind al-Sham Brigade,

a force which has now been degraded.

- It's a closed loop. - Except, sir,

the Crampton attack was only one salvo

in a campaign of clandestine operations

Rajavi was waging in the region.

Carried out under his orders with the full backing

and resources of Iran, while giving them distance

from the resulting bloodshed.

We'll take a look. Thank you.

With all due respect, sir, without action against Rajavi,

we are begging for another Ukraine,

inviting Iran to launch an offensive

that will change the geopolitical landscape

for a generation.

Our chance to stop that is now. It's him.

We are not venturing into a sovereign nation

to eliminate a sitting general.

If Rajavi is as hands-on with these global actions

as it sounds, he must travel quite a bit.

Stands to reason, sir.

If someone can find an angle of attack on him

outside Iranian borders without implicating U.S. forces,

I can see greenlighting action on him.

Yes, sir.

You rub on that thing enough, maybe the op genie appears,

grants us some action.

Jas, you know Sonny getting salty with Command

is not gonna make them any quicker to task us

- or bring us home. - I talked to him.

You got his ass screwed back in the right direction?

I just realized mine hasn't been.

You know, I've just been looking over my shoulder so much,

decommissioning, Omar, medal investigation.

First two storms have passed. You'll weather the next one.

Right, I'll walk away just fine,

when Clay, Hamal, and Commander Nouri didn't.

You've taken your share of damage too, brother.

Right, and I got to move on every time,

while Clay is just stuck living in his.

Jas, there's a big difference between living in your hurt

and living with it.

Now, Clay, he's doing great.

He's at the center every day paying forward

the support that you gave him.

I don't need a cheerleader, Ray.

Sure.

You need a target.

Downtime's nobody's friend.

All right. I'll leave you to it.

Hey, Ben.

We missed you at the group session, man.

Two of our guys discovered they both got injured

during Operation Iron Harvest.

Touching. I can't wait to hear

what happens on the next episode of Cry Coach.

Yo, hey. You good?

Naima told me that you missed your appointment

with the V.A. yesterday.

I'm exhausted.

I thought sleeping in a bed here instead of my truck

would have helped.

You still looking for that sleep without a nightmare?

Nightmares are easier to handle than reality

when I'm lying awake at 2:00 a.m.

wondering where I go from here.

Well, that career counselor have any leads for you?

Facilities maintenance at Fort Lee

or Air Station Oceana.

Thought Top Gun was cool, wait till you see the guys

that fix those guys' shitters.

Look, hey, you-- do you ever think about just, like,

trying something completely new?

Like going to school, or just try leaving the military behind?

Just let 'em off the hook?

- What do you mean? - They did this to me.

I walked into that Air Force recruiting office

gaslit by all that "Aim high, fly, fight, win" bullshit.

Well, I never got off the fucking ground,

fought dirty, and I've been losing ever since.

Air Force broke me.

It's on them to put me back together,

start with a job.

Look, the military is a lot better at breaking us

than it is fixing us.

Maybe that's why it's best for you just to cut ties,

you know, just try and move on with your life.

Yeah, from the guy who gave 'em a leg

and still lurks around base begging for more.

I got a fresh box of coffin nails

screaming to be smoked.

See ya.

Hey, hey.

Look, 2:00 a.m. hits hard.

You got my number.

Yo, we catch anything from Command?

- Ah, crickets. - Too bad.

Bravo seems to prefer chaos to calm.

Jason especially.

Yeah, well, Bravo 1 can't have a one-track mind

- outside the wire. - Huh.

What do you do when he gets frustrated like this?

You know, I worked with team leaders

who want an ego massage,

others who want a drinking buddy,

others who wanna be left the fuck alone.

Oh.

You're looking for the Jason Hayes

2IC user manual, huh?

At least the "don't feed after midnight" bullet points,

while you're still around.

Fair enough.

Um... yeah, usually, he just needs, you know,

time and space to shark around.

Hard part is knowing when there's a deeper problem.

I mean, the guy's endured as much loss as any Frogman.

- He seems to manage it. - Better now than ever.

I mean, part of me still worries that

that next blow will break that dam of trauma inside him.

Yeah, how do you help prevent that?

Well, the truth is,

for the past year Clay's done most of the heavy lifting.

I mean, he's the one that woke Jason up

to his head issues.

Didn't back down when it got ugly.

He put Jason on the path to healing.

You know, whatever you take from me,

you should take some from Clay, too.

Do not be afraid to call Bravo 1 out.

Okay.

So, I just gotta do the job

of two of the best Frogmen in DEVGRU.

Easy fucking day.

I'm glad we're on the same page.

Yo, I'm gonna get back to this work, but...

I'll catch you later.

Ma'am?

Latest SIGINT from Syrian extremists shows an uptick

in the questioning of Yasiri's death

and whether it was actually at the hands of ISIS.

Might just be more noise than signal at this point, but...

Our cover story's unraveling. Okay, we need to work faster.

Where are we on General Rajavi's travel history?

Documented appearances in Beirut, Baghdad,

Aleppo, and Northern Yemen over the past two months.

Did we have any advance indications of those visits?

We need to turn where he's been into where he's going.

Retrospective analysis

doesn't show any pattern to project forward.

Rajavi's meticulous about switching up aircrafts,

changing residences, leaving zero footprints.

Financials show any chink in the armor?

Any personal spending patterns?

Negative, financials all seem to go

through the same murky channels

that bankroll the weapons and fighters.

Hang on. What's this here?

His name is Reza Khoi. He's the head of Karaj Capital,

a multinational financial services firm

based in Iran.

The funds used for General Rajavi's global attacks

all go through this man.

Khoi's grip on General Rajavi's war chest

suggest that he's also aware of his movements.

And unlike Rajavi, we know that Khoi

is currently out of Iran

working from his corporate office

in Amman, Jordan.

Potential special activities op?

If Bravo can get close to Khoi,

hack into his communications with Rajavi,

it could reveal an opportune time and place

that the general will be vulnerable.

Bravo 3, this is 1, looks like HVT's clocking out

for the night.

It's past 11:00.

Whatever happened to banker's hours?

Khoi's gotta roll his sleeves up,

run a legit brokerage and launder cash

for General Rajavi's world tour of terror.

We swap the rubble of Syria for the bright lights of Amman,

still end up in the dust.

Look, no one's getting comfortable here, all right?

Davis says that Khoi is flying out tomorrow night

to some conference in Shanghai.

China's a no-go for us.

And our cover story for the Yasiri hit

won't hold much longer.

Rajavi's gonna get wise to the fact

that we're onto him soon.

Security Khoi rolls with here,

getting within hacking range of his tech is no easy feat.

Doing a pattern of life to find a security lapse

- could take weeks. - We got hours.

The clock's ticking. Clock is ticking, boys.

What's the word from this damn mountaintop?

Hey, your recon from last night indicate we can get close

- to Khoi at his residence? - Filthy with security.

A laser-beam shark short of Dr. Evil's volcano.

Which means the best shot we have

at tapping this guy's data is when he's in his office.

Yeah, his need to look legit

means he's got less firepower around.

Plus the building's got other businesses

in the lower floors.

Gives us cover to work our way up to Khoi's.

You know, the vacant office right above his

should be within range to use a sniffer on his Wi-Fi.

We could rip his laptop,

shouldn't take more than ten minutes.

Less firepower around, what's that mean?

Three to four guards roaming Khoi's floors,

all wearing the same gray suits.

I haven't had time to nail down their patterns.

Which we won't have.

Command made it very clear

that this has to happen today, right?

So, we sit on the bench for a week in Syria,

and now they're in a rush,

so we gotta do it quick and dangerous?

All right, look, why do you got the bug up your ass

about accountability, Sonny, huh?

Remember, all right, we're going after the dirtbag

who took out 20 American sailors, okay?

- So, dial it the fuck in. - Roger that.

Khoi's punching in.

All right. Hey, let's go to work.

Sweaty in business casual.

I built my whole life around avoiding this.

Yeah. Come on.

Sniffer's not finding Khoi's network.

Bravo 3, this is Mako 1.

Is the HVT still in his office, laptop on?

Bravo 3, this is Mako 1, do you copy?

Bravo 3, this is Mako 1, do you copy?

Might all be part of the same problem.

Hold here.

- I'll be right back. - I'll keep trying.

1, do you copy?

1, do you copy?

Mako.

Say again, 1.

You're broken, but you're readable.

- What's up? - We have a problem here.

Seems that we're up against some type of signal jammer.

It's disrupting comms and other tech.

We can try workarounds with the computer,

but we'll still be in the cone of silence.

Can you hold it where you are?

Negative. Too far away from 4.

If a gray suit pops out of that stairwell near him,

he's screwed.

If you go back to the office,

you're both working blind.

I'll stick with my brother.

I'm heading back in. We'll work quick, going dark.

I don't like 'em being in there

with no eyes and ears.

Especially when them gray jackets

are getting stirred up about something.

Might have to do with that. Check out the street.

Hey.

What's this?

It's the VIP.

More guards in the mix.

Bravo 1, this is 3.

Security's doing a sweep and making their way

up to our guys' pos.

- Do you copy? - Copy.

- What's the move? - You stay here.

I'm going up.

Work trip, yeah.

Dry heat, my ass, right?

Come on, Jas.

Still not getting through.

We're running out of options.

Hey. We need to move.

Now. Let's go.

Get what we're after?

- Not even close. - Just lucky to get out.

I take it you two corporate raiders

didn't close the deal.

Khoi's got a firewall around him,

we couldn't even tap into his damn network.

Oh, and that puts us absolutely nowhere.

Tell you what, man, why don't we go to Petra

and make something of this godforsaken trip?

- Yo, we might not be nowhere. - What's that mean?

So, I overheard the two guards running their mouths

in the elevator through Jason's open comms.

Khoi's guy mentioned accompanying his boss

to an event tonight at the Amman Citadel

before they head to China.

And it looks like it'll be one hell of a party.

Booze, women-- maybe his defenses come down.

If we get close to him there,

maybe we can take a swing at cloning his phone

- before he gets on his flight. - Aw, man, the phone's

probably just as hack-proofed as the computer is.

Hold on, you know, the route between the party

and the airport, there's a lot of dead spaces here.

- What's that mean? - What does it mean?

You know what, we got one last shot

of getting this guy Khoi before he vanishes.

Now, the scalpel, it's not working--

too delicate with this guy. Gotta drop the hammer,

get the guy himself.

Jason, we don't need Khoi, we need his data.

Well, how far did that get us? Got us nowhere, okay?

Phone's out. Forget the phone.

Okay, Khoi leaves the shindig, middle of the night,

one of those dead zones, vehicle interdiction.

We smash and grab this motherfucker

and squeeze him for all he knows about the general.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - You're making it sound

like we're not talking a dozen variables

that could spell disaster, Jas.

Khoi's guards, they're no joke.

The vehicle's up-armored, and we got, what,

eight hours before this party kicks off?

- Come on. - So, let's get to work.

Certain factors took the op out of Bravo's control,

but their team leader has informed me

they're exploring alternate avenues.

Excellent work, everyone.

Can I speak to you privately?

My team busted their asses

to get Bravo to the 10-yard line,

and then Bravo fumbled it.

Didn't seem like that long ago

that Bravo was your team, win or lose.

The boulder that I pushed up a hill

to send them back to Syria, to get the brass

zeroed in on Rajavi, it cannot come rolling back down.

There's too much riding on it.

What other avenues are they pursuing?

Jason had me reach out to a mutual contact in the area.

Jordanian American, former OGA who can pull some strings

to facilitate a second run on Khoi.

Well, what help do they need with another data extraction?

They've pivoted to apprehending Khoi himself.

Details beyond that, I trust them enough not to ask.

Then I will.

What happens when General Rajavi's money man vanishes?

He will know we are hunting him

and he will go even deeper underground.

Right now, all I am focused on is pulling for Bravo's success.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Keep a wide berth. Give the rabbit some room.

1, this is 3.

Moving to phase line two.

- Spiking the punch. - Copy, 3.

Sonny's on the way to plant the kill switch

on Khoi's vehicle.

Your Jordanian buddy delivered, getting him into that party.

Sure did. A hell of a lot easier for him to scam some tickets

into the party than getting this fucking bird.

So, HVT hits the road, they'll kill the engine,

we'll swoop in and do an air-to-ground interdiction.

It sounds simple.

Yeah. Let's hope.

Yeah. Oh.

Yeah, hey. Yeah, but...

Yeah. I tripped.

These roads here are...

Security!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Told 'em you're an auto exec,

can't resist getting a close look at a nice chassis.

Well, Hefner here, you know what I'm talking about?

Am I right, yeah, huh?

Yeah, look, we should get back to the party.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Hey.

Hey, guys.

You get it done?

Yep.

This is 2, the magnet is on the fridge.

2 and 3 both burned, falling back to our truck.

Do you hear that?

No. Brian wake up?

No. It's quiet.

Oh, wow.

Hi, thoughts and inner monologue,

it's been so long.

Don't let me interrupt.

What's new with the voice in your head?

She's good.

She's good, yeah. What about yours?

What is it?

I'm, uh...

I don't think I wanna go back to Green Team.

What do you mean? Do...

Do you wanna go back to operating?

If we weren't anchored here, where would you wanna go?

Like, if you could pursue whatever you wanted, wherever,

raise Brian anywhere?

Why?

Because so much of our life has just been about me.

You know, my job, my schedule, my struggles.

Mm-mm, no, no, no. They're ours.

- Come on, writer. - I'm serious.

Tell me the next chapter.

Oh, God...

Okay.

Mm, Mendocino Coast.

A little clapboard cottage.

Um, I teach and I work on my novel,

which is, of course, brilliant,

but still very much best-seller accessible.

And the three of us, we go on a walk

every sunset on the beach.

Yeah. If you're asking.

I am.

Look, I've been talking to Ash

about picking our TBI crusade back up,

but I can do that from anywhere.

You're actually serious?

Ever since we met, I never wanted to stop surprising you.

Oh, sorry.

- It's Ben. - Go ahead.

Hey, Ben, what's up?

Clay, need your help here.

Yo, what's going on, man? Where are you?

Behind the strip mall in Hampton,

Highway 6 and Temple. Can you come?

Hey, hey, well, slow down, slow down.

What's going on?

Ben?

- What is it? - I don't know.

He sounded frantic.

Well, you said he was spinning last time you saw him.

Yeah.

Maybe I should go check on him.

Sure.

All right, I'll be back soon, okay?

- Love you. - Love you.

Okay, I'll be hearing from you tomorrow. Thank you.

Bravo, stand by.

HVT may be making his exit.

Bravo, this is Mako 1.

HVT is boarding a private helicopter.

I say again, he is leaving by air, not ground.

Copy, HVT leaving by helo.

What the fuck?

Mako 1, HVT's bird,

does it have a HeloSAT or an antenna?

It's a HeloSAT. Why, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking we kill the comms before we do an interdiction.

1, say again, interdict?

Yeah, we're gonna do a helo-to-helo interdiction.

The hell did he just say?

1, I don't see that as an option.

Have your follow vehicle trail us.

1, we've never tried a helo-to-helo before.

Page of the tactical Kama Sutra we do not need to explore.

Bravo 1, head-shed doesn't deserve you

to put yourself on the line like this.

Your call.

Bravo 2, what's your read?

It's a Hail Mary.

I said, Bravo 2, what's your read?

Bravo 2.

Air interdiction's our only bullet left.

Say the word.

- We're spinning up. - All right.

Trying to get an angle on their HeloSAT.

Jackpot! Their comms are cut.

Signal them down.

They're not responding.

This'll get their attention.

They're putting down.

What are you doing?

You actually came.

Air Force Recruitment Center.

This where you enlisted?

The scene of the crime.

Your ninja skills help me get in there,

we can do to their office what they did to me.

- You don't wanna do that. - You told me

I should cut ties with the service.

Can't just walk away,

let some other kid get suckered in there.

Torching this place might actually do some fucking good,

and redeem me for all the blood on my hands.

Hey, stop, stop, stop!

You trying to get caught?

Let's go someplace else, we can talk this through.

There's security patrol right down the way, man.

If you're not here to help, fuck off.

This is only gonna mess your life up even worse.

What you're fighting through right now,

this isn't gonna fix it.

Mm, you're probably right.

It won't fix me.

Nothing will at this point.

- That's not true. - Oh, yes, it is.

My life already ended here at one point.

Don't need to stick around...

to see it happen again.

- You fucking pulled it off. - It's not over yet.

Sonny, check it.

Hey, turn him.

- Let's talk. - You're a businessman,

so you know how this deal goes.

Give us the intel we need, this stays smooth.

Or you're gonna feel the pain of us getting it out of you.

What is it I can do for the American government

to go back to my evening, gentlemen?

General Rajavi, you handle his finances.

Details beyond that, I trust them enough not to ask. Then I will. What happens when General Rajavi's money man vanishes? He will know we are hunting him and he will go even deeper underground. Right now, all I am focused on is pulling for Bravo's success. Understood? Yes, sir. - Keep a wide berth. Give the rabbit some room. ♪ 1, this is 3. Moving to phase line two. -Spiking the punch. - Copy, 3. Sonny's on the way to plant the kill switch on Khoi's vehicle. Your Jordanian buddy delivered, getting him into that party. Sure did. A hell of a lot easier for him to scam some tickets into the party than getting this fucking bird. So, HVT hits the road, they'll kill the engine, we'll swoop in and do an air-to-ground interdiction. It sounds simple. Yeah. Let's hope. Yeah. Oh. - - Yeah, hey. Yeah, but... -Yeah. I tripped. These roads here are... Security! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Told 'em you're an auto exec, can't resist getting a close look at a nice chassis. Well, Hefner here, you know what I'm talking about? Am I right, yeah, huh? Yeah, look, we should get back to the party. -Okay. Okay, okay. Hey. Hey, guys. You get it done? Yep. This is 2, the magnet is on the fridge. 2 and 3 both burned, falling back to our truck. Do you hear that? No. Brian wake up? No. It's quiet. Oh, wow. Hi, thoughts and inner monologue, it's been so long. Don't let me interrupt. What's new with the voice in your head? She's good. She's good, yeah. What about yours? What is it? I'm, uh... I don't think I wanna go back to Green Team. What do you mean? Do... Do you wanna go back to operating? If we weren't anchored here, where would you wanna go? Like, if you could pursue whatever you wanted, wherever, raise Brian anywhere? Why? Because so much of our life has just been about me. You know, my job, my schedule, my struggles. Mm-mm, no, no, no. They're ours. -Come on, writer. - I'm serious. Tell me the next chapter. Oh, God... Okay. Mm, Mendocino Coast. A little clapboard cottage. Um, I teach and I work on my novel, which is, of course, brilliant, but still very much best-seller accessible. And the three of us, we go on a walk every sunset on the beach. Yeah. If you're asking. I am. Look, I've been talking to Ash about picking our TBI crusade back up, but I can do that from anywhere. You're actually serious? Ever since we met, I never wanted to stop surprising you. - Oh, sorry. -It's Ben. - Go ahead. - - Hey, Ben, what's up? Clay, need your help here. Yo, what's going on, man? Where are you? Behind the strip mall in Hampton, Highway 6 and Temple. Can you come? Hey, hey, well, slow down, slow down. What's going on? Ben? -What is it? - I don't know. He sounded frantic. Well, you said he was spinning last time you saw him. Yeah. Maybe I should go check on him. Sure. All right, I'll be back soon, okay? -Love you. - Love you. - Okay, I'll be hearing from you tomorrow. Thank you. Bravo, stand by. HVT may be making his exit. ♪ Bravo, this is Mako 1. HVT is boarding a private helicopter. I say again, he is leaving by air, not ground. Copy, HVT leaving by helo. What the fuck? Mako 1, HVT's bird, does it have a HeloSAT or an antenna? RAY: It's a HeloSAT. Why, what are you thinking? I'm thinking we kill the comms before we do an interdiction. 1, say again, interdict? Yeah, we're gonna do a helo-to-helo interdiction. The hell did he just say? 1, I don't see that as an option. JASON: Have your follow vehicle trail us. 1, we've never tried a helo-to-helo before. Page of the tactical Kama Sutra we do not need to explore. Bravo 1, head-shed doesn't deserve you to put yourself on the line like this. Your call. Bravo 2, what's your read? It's a Hail Mary. I said, Bravo 2, what's your read? Bravo 2. Air interdiction's our only bullet left. Say the word. -We're spinning up. - All right. ♪ ♪ ♪ Trying to get an angle on their HeloSAT. Jackpot! Their comms are cut. Signal them down. They're not responding. This'll get their attention. They're putting down. ♪ What are you doing? You actually came. Air Force Recruitment Center. This where you enlisted? The scene of the crime. Your ninja skills help me get in there, we can do to their office what they did to me. -You don't wanna do that. - You told me I should cut ties with the service. Can't just walk away, let some other kid get suckered in there. Torching this place might actually do some fucking good, and redeem me for all the blood on my hands. Hey, stop, stop, stop! You trying to get caught? Let's go someplace else, we can talk this through. There's security patrol right down the way, man. If you're not here to help, fuck off. This is only gonna mess your life up even worse. What you're fighting through right now, this isn't gonna fix it. Mm, you're probably right. It won't fix me. Nothing will at this point. -That's not true. - Oh, yes, it is. My life already ended here at one point. Don't need to stick around... to see it happen again. -You fucking pulled it off. - It's not over yet. Sonny, check it. Hey, turn him. -Let's talk. - You're a businessman, so you know how this deal goes. Give us the intel we need, this stays smooth. Or you're gonna feel the pain of us getting it out of you. What is it I can do for the American government to go back to my evening, gentlemen? General Rajavi, you handle his finances. You know when and where we can find him outside Iran. All of my thriving business interests, and that nasty rumor is the one you want to discuss? I would be remiss not to loop in my attorneys. Do you think a mid-air chase and your two dead guards was a warm-up to getting your lawyers involved? Rajavi, when and where? Or they're gonna find your fucking body in a burning chopper. I'm afraid those mid-air theatrics were all for naught. Great, strap him in. Burn the fucker. -Douse it. - All right. -Come on. - All right, all right. I may have heard that Mr. Rajavi will be traveling three days from now. -Where? - Blasim Airfield, Mosul, Iraq. If you need more than my word, my phone is in my inner left pocket. Uses retinal scan. - - Check it. All the verification you will need is in there. Yeah, well, we're gonna hold onto you -until we can confirm that. - Then what happens to me? Better than what's gonna happen to the general. Stuff him in the fucking truck. -Just put the fucking gun down. - Go! Look, I'm not leaving you, okay? -This isn't the answer. - You said so yourself. Military and politicians ain't gonna put us back together. Maybe this'll wake 'em up. Look, my-- my buddy shot himself four years ago in the V.A. parking lot. You think it made a difference? I'm not letting you follow in his footsteps. Look, the only thing that the American war machine has proven that it's capable of is chewing up and spitting out its war fighters. But we gotta stay in the fight. I told you, our war is over. -It's over. - Maybe. ♪ A cold arm...♪ But guys like you are worth fighting for. I went from being considered one of the biggest badasses on the planet to an object of pity at work and a threat at home. And it put me right where you are weeks ago. I had a rifle, a spot picked out in the woods, I didn't see a path back. And then someone found me, and they led me out. Wish I had teammates like that. This fucking war is in its third decade. Man, guys like us, we're not alone. Maybe that's why I was saved, so I could be here for you. Your brother. You really think that's how this shit works? I don't know, man, there's gotta be some point to all of it, right? I'll help you find it. Hey, look at me. ♪ Hey, you are alone...♪ Just give me the gun. ♪ You are alone♪ ♪ I read it in the paper♪ ♪ ♪ Hey, you are alone♪ ♪ You are alone♪ Thanks, for looking out for me. Easy day. MAN: Security! ♪ I've been silent and stoic♪ ♪ Crazy, I denied you so♪ ♪ Sing another song.♪ Captioning sponsored by CBS Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org