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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.
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