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Previously on SEAL Team...

Sir, our enemy is one man--

Iranian General Afshin Rajavi.

General Rajavi personally directed the attack

on the USS Crampton.

General Rajavi. You know when and where

we can find him outside Iran.

I may have heard that Mr. Rajavi

will be traveling three days from now.

- Where? - Blasim Airfield, Mosul, Iraq.

- Just put the fucking gun down. - Go!

This isn't the answer. Just give me the gun.

- Thanks. - Easy day.

Security!

All I'm saying, one more night in Amman

- would not have killed us, Jace. - Ah.

Air conditioning, iced coffees, zarb like my mom made--

it had all the comforts of home.

We're one step closer to nailing this General Rajavi.

We'll be home soon enough, boys.

Despite all the curveballs thrown our way,

it did feel like some vintage Bravo in Jordan.

Yeah, although, uh, next time Jason decides to play

helicopter chicken in the pitch black,

I'll stay on the ground, thanks.

I don't know what you're bitching about, Trent.

You got a story for the ages, huh?

Hey, that interdiction was so ninja,

I actually texted Clay about it.

- Yeah? - I bet he was a little jealous.

Uh, you know what, I actually haven't heard from the guy.

The intel that Khoi passed along is being vetted.

If it bears fruit, we should be expecting

a target package from Command very soon.

And in the meantime, we could revel over the fact

that Bravo's firing on all cylinders, boys.

- That's right, yeah. - There it is!

Ah, did you see that?

Yeah, it's about time you boys stepped up to my level.

Come on.

Oh, it's Naima. Excuse me, boys.

Hey, Jace, if that is Command calling,

you gotta let 'em know I need about ten minutes

before we spin up, because that mansaf

is still working its way through me.

The ride home made us all aware, Sonny.

Hayes.

Hear what, sir?

Right, yeah.

I'll tell 'em.

What's going on, Jace?

What's going on, Jace?

It's Clay.

What about Clay?

He...

He's dead.

Naima said Clay was shot by a security guard.

Security guard? Doing what?

Sounds like he was involved in an attempted break-in

at the Air Force recruitment center.

Clay involved in a break-in? There's no fucking way.

Look, he's had his bumps on the road, okay,

but he has his stuff squared away.

This doesn't make any sense, guys.

Naima's gonna keep me updated.

They've got the wrong guy!

Do you understand? It is the wrong guy.

I'm gonna call Clay right now and I'm gonna clear this all up.

Really simple.

Hey, Stella, it's, uh, it's Sonny.

Um...

I, uh... I heard that some stuff happened.

Uh... some really bad stuff,

and, uh, I tried calling Clay.

Um...

I just...

I need you to tell me he's gonna be okay.

He's... he's gotta be okay.

You've reached Clay. You know what to do.

You've reached Mandy. Leave a message.

If you've come to rub my face in it

after Bravo achieved mission success, I deserve it.

I wish this was about Bravo.

What's wrong?

Clay was shot and killed last night.

What?

No, that-- that can't be.

He's here, he's home with his family.

Details are sketchy at the moment.

This is going to destroy Sonny.

Please, please, God. Pick up the phone, pick up.

Pick up, buddy.

You've reached Clay. You know what to do.

Fuck!

- Davis. - I am so sorry about Sonny.

No.

No, don't say sorry about no rumors.

- I wish this was a rumor. - Yeah.

You know, uh, he's supposed

to be safe at home

with his baby boy.

If you'd been a little more interested

in getting justice for Clay instead of sending our asses

back to Syria, I would be at home

keeping him safe, do you understand?!

Look, I know you're upset, Sonny, okay?

Upset? Upset?

My heart is mudsucked right now.

I keep thinking about Stella and Brian, you know?

Uh...

What, you haven't-- you haven't seen them yet?

CACO has been with Stella since before I heard.

They need to be with their family.

Her parents are on their way.

Their Bravo family.

And I should be there.

We don't get ambushed in Mali, this doesn't happen.

Do you understand?!

You still think finding the person

with Clay's blood on their hand isn't worth your time?

I gotta go.

I don't know, man.

Losing a brother is always tragic.

But, uh...

...you know, everything that Clay went through, it's just...

This one's fucking mean, man.

Blindside hits always hurt the most.

Bravo is lucky

you're commanding the ship at times like this.

Come on, man, you really sure about that, huh?

I put Clay in the ground.

If I'd taken care of my TBI like I should have,

he'd still be alive.

Jace, if any fingers need pointing,

they should be in my direction.

Clay was with a kid from my vet center

when he was killed.

You try to create a beacon of hope, and this...

...this damn war just puts it out.

It's a hell of way to repay Clay

for saving my career after he took the heat

on the Marsden letter.

Man, I don't even want to think about where I would be...

...if it wasn't for him...

...helping me get my head fixed.

Look, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Command's on the horn.

Uh, it sounds like the target package is ready.

You gotta be fucking shitting me.

Oh, Command's timing's horrible as ever.

Um, I didn't have the privilege

of operating with Clay, but, um...

...sounds like you molded him into one hell of a frogman.

Actually, he's the one who had more of an impact on me.

Look, boss, Bravo's rightfully a mess.

If Command's sending us marching orders,

are we fit to follow 'em?

Our whole team can "fall ill,"

say we're not battle-ready, and sit this one out.

But if you say we should roll, I trust your judgment.

My judgment has caused a lot of pain recently.

It's on Bravo to decide.

- Hey. - Hey.

This is so awful.

Yeah.

I'm, uh... still numb.

Have you seen Stella?

I've been dealing with the fallout here.

I-I tried calling her, but I got her voice mail,

which I guess is to be expected.

Not yet. I...

I wanted to, but...

But what?

The op where Clay lost his leg,

I had my reservations, but I didn't say anything.

If only I had spoken up.

Clay was with one of our residents

when he was killed.

And as much as I want to be there for Stella,

I can't imagine she'd want me around.

Naima?

Lisa?

Stella.

I'm so sorry.

- What are you doing here? - I, uh...

I...

You find this person who makes you feel things

that you never knew existed before they came into your life,

and then, yet, when they're-- when they're gone,

everyone is just so...

...preoccupied with these

pragmatic concerns, like, like...

...life insurance, and, uh, and funeral arrangements.

You know, it's just...

I'm just trying to feel connected

to my husband, you know?

So, I...

Oh, God. I thought maybe it would help

to retrace his final steps.

Ray and I are devastated

that someone from the clinic was...

No, no, no, don't do that.

This place made-- made Clay feel whole again.

Gave him purpose.

I got my husband back when he started coming here.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

You know, Clay loved telling the story

about how you handed him his ass in the C-17,

when he was just a strap with Bravo.

He loved you, Lisa.

He loved you.

Intel has vetted what we got off Khoi in Jordan.

General Rajavi will be traveling from Tehran

to Mosul, Iraq, in two days.

The brass believe he's in play there.

Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

Look, taking him out, it's an important op.

But maybe this one is not for Bravo.

We gotta decide whether or not that, uh,

we want to stand down and go home.

The only op that I'm interested in doing

is the one that Clay tasked us with.

That is being there for Brian...

...and being there for Stella.

I mean, we got the ball to the goal line.

There is no shame in letting someone else spike the football.

Family first.

Then it's decided.

I'll get on the horn with Command.

How you holding up?

I saw Stella.

Made me feel better. And worse.

Bravo's put a request in to return home.

Say they're not battle-ready.

Can you blame 'em?

Given their current headspace

and the geopolitical stakes of this action

against General Rajavi, I can't say that I disagree.

I feel a "but" coming.

The Agency's taken over Khoi's digital media

and put out a disinformation story

about why he never made it to Shanghai,

but it'll only hold for a few days.

And when Rajavi catches wind that we're onto him,

he's gonna park his ass in Tehran

where we can't reach him.

Meaning there's no time to spin another team up.

Might be on Bravo's heavy shoulders to pull this off.

I'm more worried about their heads than their shoulders.

Clay's loss has gotta be stirring things up,

especially for Jason and Ray.

Is there something I'm not aware of?

No, sir.

I just mean it all adds up.

So, you're ordering Bravo to move forward with the mission?

Well, stakes like these,

call's coming from above Command.

Which is a good thing, too.

I am so torn up about Clay,

I have no clue what's best right now.

Look, our request to make it home

has been denied.

You've gotta be shitting me.

With the tight timeline and no other assets

in the region, the op falls on us.

War fighters over war fighting.

Okay, but our brother just died, Jace.

We gotta get home to his wife and his little boy.

Don't you think I fucking know that, Sonny?

But orders are orders.

Well, fine, I'll just book us a commercial flight home, then.

You really think Clay would want us all

to pull a career-ender?

Hey, sooner we knock this out,

the sooner we get to go home, all right?

Ray, what do we got?

Yeah, okay.

Two afternoons from now,

General Rajavi is set to meet with a commander of Al-Hashd

in the Bab-al-Saray market in Mosul.

So, broad daylight in militia-controlled territory.

- What's not to like? - It gets better.

One of his undisclosed drone bases is in the area.

We take out the general and his ISR capability,

we set back Iran's intention in the region.

- Done. - A lot of moving parts.

Yeah, two targets, two different locations.

Which leaves us with one choice.

Abandon our posts, Bowe Berghdahl-style.

Simultaneous drone strikes.

Call in our drones to do the heavy lifting,

we come off the sidelines for battle damage assessment.

We confirm that this dirtbag of a general's been hit,

fucking eats a hellfire, we get to go home.

Now, look, Sonny's on full tilt about Clay.

Maybe I should roll with him, balance him out?

Yeah, we can't have any wild cards out there, Jace.

Okay, you, Sonny, and Brock, you watch the drone fields.

The rest of us will keep an eye on the general.

We are, uh... we're gonna toast.

Hey. You don't have to do that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Hey.

To Clay Spenser, our, uh...

...our teammate and...

...our brother.

The best of us don't come home.

Corner's not reserved for the star pupil, Lieutenant.

Just, um, feeling outranked, ma'am.

If this op succeeds, your days of feeling that way

will be numbered.

Admiral Rivas, you remember Lieutenant Davis.

How could I forget the officer who told me

inaction against General Rajavi would invite the next Ukraine?

Well, I admit my messaging was a little blunt, sir.

Well, it worked.

Thanks to you, we're about to derail Iran's ambitions

- in the Middle East. - Let's hope.

I feel like all eyes in this room are on me.

That's because they are.

All wondering how you were able to read the tea leaves

when they could not, and connect General Rajavi

to the Crampton attack.

Enjoy the moment, Lieutenant.

You're the reason we're all here.

Havoc, this is 1, I pass Pat's.

I copy Pat's, 1. Over.

Clay's funeral is in two days.

We do this right, we'll be back in time.

It all feels so fast.

It'll have been five days by then;

Stella deserves closure.

What the fuck is closure, huh?

Let's get front-sight focused, all right?

Let Clay go until we get through the op.

First deployment, 2007,

lost our 2IC in a midnight raid,

got sent on a follow-on a couple hours later.

Yeah, we've all been through that bullshit.

This is just different.

At least this op makes an impact.

That's right.

Wipe the general off the map, people's lives are better.

The only lives I'm interested in making better at this moment

are Stella and Brian's.

You need to clear your head, Sonny.

Can't roll into an op with a lit fuse.

Tell you what, this op goes sideways,

you're gonna want me to go boom.

Entering Mosul proper in about ten klicks.

Heads on a swivel, boys.

General's plane lands in about an hour.

And it's hellfire shortly after that.

Bravo One, this is Havoc.

Your airstrike has been canked.

Say again, your airstrike has been called off.

Hold what you got and stand by for further instructions.

What the fuck now?

I was afraid the Iraqis would get cold feet.

Citing our history of drone strikes

causing civilian casualty

feels like an outdated excuse.

Iraq is effectively a vassal state of Iran.

Authorizing a hit on Rajavi would stir the pot.

So the general skates.

And he will soon connect the dots

and realize that we're onto him.

This was our last shot at Rajavi.

Just because the drone strikes weren't authorized

doesn't mean we can't still affect the situation.

We have assets on the ground.

Bravo is there for battle damage assessment.

They're not prepared for a kinetic operation.

It's their call, but if you don't think

your former team is up to the task,

now's the time to speak up, Lieutenant.

If anyone can pull it off, Bravo can, sir.

Where does this put us, boss?

On a flight home, do not pass "go,"

do not pick up dead general.

Look, the brass doesn't want to give up

on taking out Rajavi.

If we come up with a plan, we're clear to Charlie Mike.

Shit, but good idea fairies want a plan,

let's just say we don't got one.

That means we'll be home in time

for when they put Clay in the ground.

Uh, if I, if I miss that,

I don't think I'd ever forgive myself.

You know, Clay told me, "If anything goes wrong,

"the worst happens, I want you to be there

for Stella and my kid."

And you know what, I wasn't, and that fucking kills me.

But, uh, you know, missing out on things,

that's part of the job, right? That's what we do.

Sacrifice to save lives and...

Look, if we don't take this shot,

more people are gonna die.

What shot, Jace?

We're geared up to be spectators, okay?

Not to get in the damn ring and throw haymakers.

We may not be rolling heavy, Sonny,

but it's not our equipment that makes us elite.

Look, man.

The families of those dead American sailors

are hurting just like us.

Maybe, you know, a little vengeance...

...just might give 'em a little comfort.

Yeah, I was with Clay when we heard about the Crampton.

He thought the world should know what happens

when you poke the bear.

So fuck it. I'm in, brother.

Yeah, all right, listen, when the general lands,

we're gonna interdict the convoy.

We're gonna hit 'em hard and we're gonna hit 'em fast.

He'll be keeping a low profile

with a limited security footprint.

All right, it's a fair fight on the ground.

But they get those drones up in the sky...

Stand by to die.

So, we hit the aerial assets, too, like we planned.

Intel on drone site said there's minimal security, right?

Sonny and I will improvise a way to take them out

while the rest of the team hunts Rajavi.

Four rifles against the general

and his security team is a fight I'll take.

If you take out the drones before we get to Rajavi,

and, uh, he'll know we're making a play on him.

Simultaneous hits. Easy day.

Anybody thinks this is just batshit crazy,

you better speak up now.

Clay can fall in a hole like Baby Jessica did,

surrounded by the enemy with just a pistol on his side,

and survive...

Yeah.

We got this, boys.

Let's do this one for Clay, all right?

Normal pregame nerves, or something deeper going on?

Ma'am?

that Bravo Team believes they can salvage the op.

The Predator strikes had a more preferable risk factor.

And yet, when you pushed this op

through the gears of the mighty war machine,

you had no sense a drone strike was in order.

I know, ma'am. But is it wrong to worry

that I may have pushed so hard I've endangered Bravo?

I'd be worried if you weren't.

Burden of leadership.

Prioritizing the greater good never feels very good.

: Well, look at that.

Damn near biblical out here.

Good, 'cause, uh, we're gonna need a miracle.

We only got two rifles, a few frags and smokes

to demo three UAVs?

That's your plan.

This, uh...

first-gen immigrant "can do" attitude

has become a real pain in the ass, I gotta tell you.

Whoa, whoa, right there, look at that.

You see that fuel truck? That's giving me some bad ideas.

Tank full of JP-8, it'd boost our arsenal.

I'm in a "torch it all" kind of mood right now.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We, uh, got a plan out here, gonna need a few minutes

to get it done. Just let us know when to execute.

Copy, 2, stand by.

Havoc, this is 1. We pass Geno's.

Bravo is set. Over.

Copy, Bravo One.

Bravo 2, this is 1. Get set.

Do not clack off until I call it.

Copy, 1. Wait for execute authority.

Bravo 2 out.

- Jace? - Yeah?

Those are up-armored vehicles

Rajavi's security are rolling in.

That eliminates vehicle interdiction.

Here we go.

Not too late to turn back.

Bingo. That's our guy.

Yep. Let's move.

Hey, maintain the two car lengths between us, all right?

- Close, but not too close. - Copy.

Drive casual.

Those aren't Iraqi flags.

Al-Hashd militia. The map may call this Iraq,

but Iran calls the shots, and Al-Hashd is the army.

They're running checkpoints on anyone heading out.

We take our shot at Rajavi, they'll lock the city down.

- Trap us in the hornets' nest. - Havoc, this is 1.

Militia's running checkpoints outbound,

there ain't no driving out of here.

We need exfil options. How copy?

Check, we're on it. Havoc out.

All right, listen up.

Bravo needs to tag in a secondary extract.

Let's get that in motion.

You get the truck, and I'll hose 'em down.

Check.

Oh, shit.

These guys know we're here?

Yeah, they will once these drones spontaneously combust.

Meeting the militia leader in a public market

swarming full of locals shows how much control

the Iranians have here.

You sure we want to step into this?

Only time he's gonna be out in the open

before he vanishes back to Iran, okay?

Ray, stay with the convoy. Trent, Brock-- on me.

Fuck, we stick out like a dog's balls here.

Yeah, and we're losing him, right?

Fan out, get eyes on.

That way.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We got four Tangos approaching our pos.

If we engage, we're gonna have to roll

right into demoing the drones, won't be able to wait.

- Over. - Copy, 2. Do it.

Copy, 1. Over.

Turn this smoke into the spark we need.

1, this is 5.

HVT's near the tea shop west of your position.

Roger that. Collapse on HVT.

Be on us in a second. Gonna wait for them to find us?

Fuck no.

Keep 'em there!

We gotta torch 'em, let's go!

Come on. Come on.

There's more Tangos inbound.

Then this firewall better hold 'em off.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We're burned. Clacking it off now.

Copy, 2. Send it.

Bravo 5, HVT's landed and I need you down here now.

Copy, moving.

We're three guns against six,

and that's if the VIPs aren't packing.

Pick our targets, we'll hit 'em

from three different positions at once.

Big fish is yours.

Come on, Brock.

They must have found out about the fucking drones.

All right, we gotta execute now, I got the HVT

- and the two guys behind him. - Roger.

Move it!

Rajavi's not here, Jace.

Had our shot and we fucking missed.

All these people, we need to beat feet.

Rajavi's on foot now, without security. Spread out.

I got him. On me.

Mako 1, HVT squirted. Pursuing on the north side

- of the marketplace. - Good copy, 1.

A dozen snake holes Rajavi could have went down

- in the neighborhood. - Yeah.

And he's got way more friends here than we do.

Brock, stay here and overwatch.

Trent, on me. let's go.

Bravo 1, check the stairs at your ten o'clock.

Fuck.

Blue, blue!

Havoc, this is 1. Jackpot.

I pass One Tango Helo.

- Yes! - Yeah!

Hook 'em, baby! Yes!

All Bravo elements, we're moving to Rally Point One.

Mako 1, come pick us up.

Two mikes out.

Lieutenant Davis,

yours is the first hand I want to shake.

This would not have happened

without your ferocious determination.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you realize the impact

your work just had on global security.

I didn't do any of this

by myself, ma'am, but thank you.

I think a celebration is in order.

Don't you agree, Lieutenant?

Oh, we're still waiting for word

on Bravo Team's exfil, aren't we, sir?

DEVGRU's Tactical Operation Center will handle that.

Our objective is complete.

I'd be honored to join, sir.

We're still on Iranian turf. Word's gonna get out.

1, this is 2. Just pulled up on your six.

Bravo 2, Havoc has a helo exfil

coming in for us ten klicks north of here.

I'll send you the coordinates, we'll lead the way. Over.

Roger that. Ten klicks north

is still militia territory.

Extract site is in an unpopulated area.

It should be safe.

Didn't know they had that word in Mosul.

Motherfucker.

That truck behind him has been on our ass

for the last two fucking turns.

Bravo 2, this is 1. May have a tail.

- Drive in a box to confirm. - Roger.

Bravo 5, starting the box right here

to see if he's behind us.

Fuck, he's still there.

Yeah, but he's onto us, why is he not engaging?

Keep pushing to the extract point, man.

Roger.

- Trent, Brock, move! - Moving!

Moving!

- Coming through, coming through. - Move!

Let's go, let's go!

Other vehicle, move!

Move!

Move.

- Go, go! - Come on! Come on!

You in?

Engine's barely holding on.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

Your exfil platform is ten mikes out.

Yeah, I copy. Ten mikes out.

Helo might make it there before we do.

If we do.

Mosul word for "safe" means already bombed the hell out.

Militia could be here, too.

Here comes our ride.

- Holy... - What the fuck?

Damn it.

That's got to be a company worth of guys,

and they know we're here.

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