SEAL Team (2017–…): Season 5, Episode 8 - Episode #5.8 - full transcript
Previously on SEAL Team...
I know all about looking out
for Bravo 1.
20 years of combat is eventually
gonna catch up with him.
Just want to make sure we can
clock it before it's too late.
Someone tipped Command
to my behavior on deployment.
Stella's pregnant.
I knew you could do it.
Jason?
Mandy.
I've evolved.
That's why we're hanging out
in Rehoboth
instead of Vah Beach.
Curious timing
with Mandy being around.
You two make
a lot of sense together.
Damn shame if you
can't see that for yourself.
I'm suggesting
you and Leanne move here
and live together as a family.
Don't you think we owe it
to our daughter to at least try
to make our family whole?
Whatever time I have left,
I'd like to try to repair
things, if you'll let me.
If you're excited about Mandy,
then be excited.
Just pump the brakes, okay?
We're just having fun.
Please don't be your own
worst enemy for a change.
Hi, Mandy.
Master Chief?
Where's your cane?
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Uh...
Brock, you got to stop with
that-that lip-smacking, okay?
It's driving me
absolutely crazy.
It's making me feel sick, okay?
I'm just trying to put
the pieces together,
find this turtle here.
See this little parrotfish,
little barracuda?
Why wouldn't you start
with the borders?
We've been trapped in here
for three days,
and you idiots are still stuck
on this same freakin' puzzle?
What a dick.
Say, are you sure
that Brock didn't accidently eat
any of the pieces?
All I know
is that time is standing still
since we've been in this place.
Wonder how it feels for Trent.
The docs put him in that coma
to help his recovery.
Yeah.
He'll be good.
Yeah, his-his brain, you know,
probably needs some time off
anyways. Am I right?
Well...
at least
we get to go home today.
Yeah.
Turtle.
More ocean.
No, listen,
I did 45 days outside the wire,
and I'm telling you,
there was no toilet,
there was no shower, there was
zero, zero combat jacks, okay?
And that is easy days
compared to this purgatory.
Well, you
didn't really expect Bravo
to stay calm in the calm,
did you?
Puzzle says
it's for ages five and up.
Supposed to be staying off
that knee.
Docs are pretty confident
Trent's gonna pull through,
Jace.
You've earned some rest.
A complete mission failure.
That earns me nothing.
No. The op was a success.
My whole team...
is injured, Ray.
It was supposed to be a
straightforward capture-kill op.
Brother, you and I both know
there's nothing straightforward
about this line of work.
Look, man, let's hit
the cafeteria, all right?
I hear they got schnitzel.
You love schnitzel.
Fixating on what happened
isn't gonna change anything.
Yeah, they just, you know,
all they did was just...
draw some blood and...
take some measurements and...
I really almost just
fell asleep on the exam table,
until I remembered my husband's
in the hospital.
Don't stress.
All right? It's not good
for you or the baby.
I'm fine.
Considering you've been, um,
shot, fragged and blown up, our
definition of "fine" may vary.
The only thing wrong with me
was missing
your appointment.
Well,
being in a hospital in Germany,
uh, is a very good excuse.
Least I'll make it home in time
to take Ash
to his chemo infusion.
Yep.
I never thought I'd be a better
son than a husband or father.
Don't say that.
Please don't say that.
You're doing an amazing job
taking care of us both, okay?
Just... focus
on getting better, please.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Talk soon.
How's, uh,
Stella and the baby-to-be?
Uh...
Yeah. Doc says the baby's
the size of a grapefruit.
But I wish
I could've been there.
Yeah, man.
It's always...
it's always difficult
observing life
through a damn screen, yeah?
Especially with so much
going on back home.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, we just, uh...
we've been helping out
this homeless vet Sam.
Naima's been shouldering all the
work while I've been stuck here.
That's a noble undertaking.
Yeah, well, after what we've
seen in Africa and Afghanistan,
it's just nice to feel
like I'm making an impact.
Yeah. It's better than
the impact that put us in here.
Yeah.
Is Jace still taking it hard?
Man refuses to ease up
on himself,
even though we-we all know it
was an RPG to blame and not him.
So I'm trying to lift
his spirits a little bit,
and I think you can help.
Honestly, I'll take anything
that gives me a break
from Sonny and Brock.
There's that.
So, given Jason's, uh,
conspicuous gallantry...
on the op, he's likely
gonna be considered for a medal.
Jason's not exactly
a medal jumper.
Precisely why I need someone
to take down statements
from the rest of the team
about his actions.
But he cannot catch wind, okay?
He cannot know.
Well, some bird shit
might be a nice way
to recognize
all of his sacrifices.
All right. I'll go first.
All right. Hey, look,
if you're forcing me to do this,
I'm gonna do it right.
Okay, so,
uh, Bravo was running a joint op
with a GIGN partner force
on a, um, enemy safe house.
Multiple tangos on target.
Uh, the French were
the mobility element,
posted outside with Trent
and the gun trucks, while...
the rest of Bravo was
the assault force.
We entered the south entrance
of the building,
split the train,
then started clearing rooms
north through the target.
I called Trent to get
more rifles in the fight,
but I never got a response.
Bravo 4, I say again,
I need four in!
How copy?
Bravo 4, radio check! Over!
Bravo 2, this is 1.
Your comms aren't making it
outside the building.
I'll head back outside,
get some more shooters.
Good copy, 1! Sooner the better!
Should've set
your flux capacitor
three minutes ago,
Blondie McFly.
More firepower
than we expected.
Sounds like they
got friends outside, too.
RPG tango! North ridge.
Keep hammering!
And the next thing I know,
Jason's pulling me out,
and then he went back in and
pulled the rest of you guys out.
It reads like a World War II
medal citation.
Yeah. It's nice
to hear you say that.
Lately
I've been feeling like, uh,
you thought
we needed to watch Jason's six.
Op proved that
he's watching ours.
Same as you're doing for him.
Yeah, I'm not sure
everybody feels that way.
Someone talked to Command
about my actions in Nigeria.
Questioned my fitness for duty.
Dirty business,
putting your bird
in the crosshairs like that.
I hope it blows over, man.
What are you doing?
Uh...
You can't pull a piece
out after you've dropped it in.
Yeah. Right. Look. This one
slipped. It was an accident.
This hospital food's giving me
the bubble guts.
Eh!
My hands are sweatier
than dew on Dixie.
Wh-Why would you do
something like that?
I was just about to win.
I had five straight across.
By cheating.
You ain't cheating,
you ain't trying.
What's the, uh,
action like in here?
Meeting of the mindless,
that's what it is.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Sonny, why don't you
go check in with Hannah
and give our ears a break?
Uh, wow, I haven't touched base
with her since we spun up.
She doesn't know
you're in the hospital?
Radio silence is not
the comforting balm
you think it is, brother.
Uh, once we, uh,
once we discharge tonight,
I'm gonna call her up
and I'm gonna turn up
the old Sonny Quinn charm.
Nobody's being discharged
tonight.
Doctor wants more brain scans.
You're all under observation
for another 48 hours.
Aw, this is bullshit, man.
We got better things to do
than get probed
by the pecker-checkers.
Can they really
hold us here against our will?
This is America.
This is Germany, Brock.
Doesn't matter
where we are, okay?
Our-our-our ninja skills
should translate.
All right? So I have an idea.
Why don't we just
bust the hell out of here
and end this tour as,
uh, as lab rats?
I'm in.
What do you mean you're in?
Okay? It's a military hospital.
You break out,
you're AWOL.
A career-ender
just to wander around
rural Germany.
You know, that might be one
of your dumber ideas, Sonny.
And that is saying a lot.
Look at you two.
Okay, well, what the hell
are we supposed to do, man?
I'm-I'm tired of being captive.
Hey, you know,
we got to do something
with this pent-up aggression.
You remember them Gucci
deployments we used to have,
friendly competition
to pass the time?
Some hospital Olympics
might be a way
to keep us
from climbing the walls.
Ugh, that's terrible.
Jace.
If you sign on,
they'll fall in line.
Nobody wants to play games,
Ray, okay? Let it go.
Oh, it's better we fall apart
at the seams?
Bravo's already got enough eyes
on it after this op.
And disorderly conduct
inside a military hospital
is not gonna help.
Create a little chaos...
to keep us all calm.
Mm-hmm.
The docs are saying
Trent's doing better.
If he was here,
he'd be the first in line.
Yeah, huh?
Uh-huh.
Game on.
Game on.
♪ Yeah!♪
♪ When I get high,
I get high on speed♪
♪ Top fuel funny car's
a drug for me♪
♪ My heart, my heart♪
♪ Kickstart my heart♪
♪ Always got the cops
coming after me♪
♪ Custom-built bike doing 103♪
♪ My heart, my heart♪
♪ Kickstart my heart♪
Guys! Come on!
♪ Ooh, are you ready, girls?♪
♪ Ooh, are you ready now?♪
♪ Whoa, yeah♪
♪ Kickstart my heart,
give it a start♪
♪ Whoa♪
Yeah, come on!
♪ Yeah♪
Oh, I'm gonna get you.
♪ Baby...♪
Whoo-hoo, I'm gonna get you.
I'm gonna get you, boy.
I'm gonna get you, boy.
Oh, I'm gonna get you.
♪ Kickstart my heart,
hope it never stops♪
♪ Whoa♪
♪ Yeah♪
Yeah!
Yeah!
♪ Baby♪
Whoo-hoo!
♪ Yeah♪
♪ Whoa...♪
That's the checkered flag
for the Texan right there!
Wait a minute.
Checkered flag, my ass!
Man, that was a foul!
What are you talking about?
What do you mean, foul?
Foul, my ass!
Rubbing's racing, right?
If-if you ain't first, you last!
♪ Yeah!♪
Seriously, right?
Okay, so, 42.
Yeah, when you mention
the Welton case again,
it seems redundant.
And that's it.
I think it's coming together.
Usually hate notes, but...
this was painless.
I detected a slight eye roll
around page 24, so...
But now is your chance
for payback, okay?
So... what do you got for me?
Uh, page 13.
Okay.
You have a typo
in your section heading.
All right.
And on page 47,
you misspelled
"General Keating."
What?
"Feating."
That would have been
embarrassing.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Okay, what else?
That's it.
The rest is perfect.
So, I was thinking,
for dinner...
Oh, r-really?
Come on, I mean,
the only thing worse
than a ton of notes is no notes.
Trust me, it's fantastic.
I don't need you
to go easy on me
because we're dating.
I'd love to show you
how this shrewd mind
can pick apart arguments,
but...
you lay out your case
flawlessly.
What's got you so stressed?
The important eyes
that are gonna be on our papers.
I-I got to get this right.
Also guessing you're worried
about your teammates?
Look, their close call
only reinforces
the arguments in my paper.
We need to be prioritizing
our warfighters
over warfighting.
Lucky for your SEALs, the people
who'll be reading your thesis
have the power to influence
the change you call for.
That's why I got to hit
the bull's-eye.
The higher-ups might not like
facing the hard truths,
but shining the light is the
first step to effecting change.
If you need to hear it
from someone
who doesn't go weak in the knees
when you smile,
or who has military expertise...
...get a second opinion.
Okay, so two more days?
Yeah. Means
I won't make it home in time
to take Ash
to his chemo infusion.
Well, I'll take him.
You got office hours.
You shouldn't be
on your feet all day.
I'm not the first pregnant woman
in history. I can take him.
You just focus on you
and Bravo, okay?
I feel like I'm...
doing a better job
emulating Jason as an operator
than Ray as a family man.
How is Jason?
Another explosion
can't be good for his head.
I mean, fortunately,
he wasn't near the blast.
He's actually the reason
we're alive.
Good... morning, Ramstein!
Here's a little something
from Okefenokee Joe himself,
the legendary Dick Flood!
Uh, what is that?
It's Sonny putting points on
the board for our competition.
Of course you guys
are playing games
instead of recuperating.
Know what? You better come home
a winner, then.
Huh? Love you.
All right, love you.
See ya.
♪ That she'll be true♪
♪ Unless you make her sure
of you.♪
Ow.
Ouch.
Winning...
the snack haul challenge
is gonna put me back
in the medal race, okay?
Mm. You guys are so pretty.
Ray asked me to help gather some
first-hand accounts of the op.
Yeah?
Doctor.
Doctor.
Brock is gonna run away
with this right now, okay?
So stop trying to sabotage me,
Blondya Harding.
This could help Jace realize
that he's the hero here,
not the goat, okay?
Hey, you need to... just,
can you please look that way?
Listen to my voice
but look that way.
Okay, just, um...
Ow.
Ow, ah, damn it.
What do you remember? Start...
start with
right after we breached, right?
Um...
We entered in the south end.
It was Ray...
Brock, myself.
We started clearing rooms.
The few guys that intel said
was gonna be there
ended up being
a hell of a lot more.
Should've set
your flux capacitor
to three minutes ago,
Blondie McFly.
Then I got a visual
through the window, north wall,
and to the left of it there was
a Jihad Jerry
that was shouldering up an RPG.
RPG tango! North ridge.
Keep hammering!
Why would the enemy fire
an RPG into his own safe house?
Well, uh...
some...
dirtbag took a shit shot that...
was probably aiming
somewhere else,
ended up hitting something
in the building,
and the whole damn thing
came down.
But I tell you what,
I-I am grateful
that Jace was outside
and saved our bacon bits.
Petty Officer Quinn?
Whoa.
Time for your brain scan.
That shouldn't take long.
You keep your mitts
off my machine there.
Hey, uh, look,
I'm just calling to tell you
that I, uh,
I canceled the hotel
in, uh, Rehoboth.
I'll, uh...
I'll call you
when I'm stateside.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just, uh...
Oh.
Oh.
What's this?
Nice haul, buddy!
Yeah!
Real victory's
stealing this stuff
behind Sonny's back.
I'll bet it was.
It's mine now.
Hey.
How's Trent? Is he awake yet?
We put Petty Officer Sawyer
in the medically induced coma
in hopes of reducing
the swelling on his brain.
It hasn't worked.
The danger we're monitoring
for now
is an uncal herniation.
That's when part of the brain
encroaches another part,
causing neurological damage.
If we don't see improvement
in the next 36 hours, we'll
have to perform a craniotomy
to reduce the swelling.
Trent's a fighter.
I mean, he's got this.
No, he shouldn't have
to be fighting. Mm-mm.
If I made a different call...
Jace...
you might be the baddest
damn gunslinger alive,
but as much as you think
you have a say
in what happens downrange, war
has always got the last word.
I could have done more.
We were outside.
Trent was up front
on the heavy gun.
And I went and I got
a few of the GIGN guys
to bring back inside
to help you guys,
and, uh,
we started to head back inside,
and that's when Trent got hit
by an RPG.
Hold fire now!
You know, Trent was my priority.
He was down, so I went to him.
GIGN guys continued forward
without me.
Come on, man,
don't do this to me.
Stay with me!
I did everything I could
to help Trent,
and then the RPG
took the building down.
And thanks to you,
me and Spenser
are standing here.
What happened
after the building collapsed?
GIGN guys...
they moved back immediately.
My instincts took over,
and I ran inside the building.
Ray!
Ray. Come on, get up.
Put your arm around me.
Ready?
Come on.
Hey. Hey, look at me.
Put your arm around me.
Come on. Come on. Good?
Come on, Brock. Come on.
Get up, buddy.
Okay.
Hold on. Careful.
Maybe you boys, you
could've handled your business.
If I just had stayed
with Trent longer...
Jace, did you fire the RPG
that brought down the building?
Huh?
Don't go blaming yourself
for an op
that was a catch-22
from the start, man.
Hey.
You did your job, boss, okay?
Look, let the doctors
just do theirs, all right?
If I stayed with him
a little longer, maybe I...
Hey.
I cannot thank you enough
for reading this paper, sir.
I-I... I'm sure you have
a lot of notes.
Um, can I get you a drink
before we dig in?
Well, this isn't
a drinking occasion.
I wanted to meet here because
we cannot have this conversation
at DEVGRU.
Okay.
You asked me to read a paper...
about applying lessons
from Afghanistan
to better protect warfighters
in Africa.
What you gave me
is a manifesto
with a flawed thesis.
Uh, what's flawed is
our inability to adapt
to this endless war.
You're an officer
in the United States Navy,
and to label...
major operations
as short-sighted,
misguided...
is revisionist history
that many of your superiors
are gonna find
personally insulting,
including me.
I was standing up
for our warfighters.
I was not taking shots
at the architects of these wars.
This is the United States Navy.
You think we do nuance here?
I just gave you the opinion
of an officer.
Here's the opinion of a friend.
You publish this paper,
you are gonna start a shitstorm
that you want no part of.
Now, I know your intentions
are pure...
but you are too good
of an officer
to derail your career
over some paper.
Ooh. How's the assignment
coming along?
Feel like I'm rounding
third base.
Good, good.
You...
Damn it.
Running into roadblocks
with Sam.
One step forward,
two steps back.
I been down that road
with Swanny.
You know...
you know, you think
you're making progress,
and then reality just...
gives you a cold shower.
Sam's not even
in the damn V.A. system,
because he doesn't have
a government-issued I.D.
Naima was gonna take him down
to the DMV to get one,
but he never showed.
The legacy of the war on terror
isn't on the battlefields
overseas.
It's on our sidewalks at home.
Hey, uh, don't forget to take
down your account, all right?
Time for my brain scan.
We made entry on the black side
of the building.
I split from Bravo 1.
Ran a combat clearance.
The plan was to meet up
with the rest of Bravo,
but we got held up.
Found a room
with an explosive hazard...
Mark it for EOD.
...so I tagged the door
with a red chem light,
and as I made my way
to meet up with Jason
and continue clearing,
we heard shooting break out
on the other side of the target.
Bravo 4, I say again,
I need four in. How copy?
Bravo 2, this is 1.
Your comms aren't making it
outside the building.
I'll head back outside
and get more shooters.
Go to Ray.
Good copy.
Sooner the better.
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This is the building.
South end.
Trucks.
This represents
this one up here.
Two rooms.
We entered the
south entrance of the building,
split the train, and then
started clearing rooms north
through the target.
So, split the rooms through
clear to the north.
Then I got a visual
through the window,
north wall,
and then to the left of it
there was a Jihad Jerry
that was shouldering up
an RPG.
So, if the RPG was launched
from the rooftop here...
...how does it detonate
on the ground floor here?
It makes no sense.
I just pulled off
the sock equivalent
of the Lufthansa heist.
The rest of Bravo
better watch out.
Hey.
You're still stewing, I see.
Canceling those plans
to Rehoboth
probably didn't help.
You know, been grabbed
and poked and prodded
for the past few days.
I've had enough. Had enough.
Stop.
No, no, not stopping.
Mandy shows up in town,
and you get a hitch
in your giddyap
for the first time in years?
Come on.
Don't hold out on me,
brother-man.
Tell me, uh...
tell me what's the deal?
Me and her just been,
you know, heading up to
Rehoboth every few weeks.
That is nice to hear.
I was hoping you two would
spend some time together.
Time that took my eye
off of Bravo.
Oh. I see.
So, because you were hanging
with a girl you dig,
that's what put Trent here?
Stop looking for excuses to deny
yourself what you deserve.
You know, Ray, you know,
I put in an honest effort
allowing myself for once
to have a life
outside of Bravo,
and yet here we are.
An honest effort...
...isn't keeping
the relationship
in a Rehoboth Beach bubble
because you're afraid of...
making it real.
I can't believe it, man, you...
The same guy who's willing
to repeatedly run into
a collapsed building
to save his teammates
is scared to move forward
with a girl he likes?
It's not that easy, Ray.
You know, I thought I,
I finally found balance,
but then war put its
ugly thumb on the scale,
so I should have known better.
Jace, you ever think
that meeting Mandy
was one of the few good things
that actually
came out of this damn war?
I mean, brother, you two
might actually have
a future together.
Mm. Yeah, I'll think
about that future
once Trent is in the clear,
okay?
Okay.
Yeah.
You sure the RPG
came from the north?
Yeah, that's what I saw.
So, were there any EOD hazards
on the west side
of the safe house?
No, it was clear.
Clear. So how did one RPG
take down a whole building?
There was a second shooter
on the grassy knoll.
Maybe another RPG launcher?
I mean, look, all I know is the
enemy knew that we were coming.
They were armed to the tits.
We're lucky to have survived
that Murphy's Law op.
Yeah.
What is that?
What?
No, no, turn--
Look at me.
Are you wearing makeup?
No.
Yeah, well... well...
I listened to you and Ray, okay,
about keeping radio silence
with Hannah,
so I gave her a call.
And then I sweet-talked
that nurse down there
into helping me put my best
uninjured face forward.
So instead of saying nothing,
you lied to her?
Oh, come on, you of all people
know that lying is
a necessary evil.
Come on, man.
I was tempted to-to spare Stella
the stress
of knowing that we're in here.
Okay, but as much as I want
to believe that withholding
is actually really
protecting her,
that kind of thinking is how
my dad and Jason
ended up being alone.
Clay, I just got Leanne
full-time.
Okay? I just got her.
Yeah.
And there's
no way in hell
I'm ever going back.
And you got Hannah
in your life, too.
Yeah, that's, that's what
I meant, Hannah-Hannah, too.
Yeah. Is being,
being hospitalized
all that you've been
hiding from her?
You made a pretty quick
little transition there,
going from writing in your diary
and pining over Lisa Davis
to moving in
with your baby mama.
Davis and I didn't have
a choice,
and this time I do, okay.
And being honest with Hannah
is courting disaster.
It's like handing her
Pandora's Box and being like,
"Hey, open it up."
You know? I don't know.
What in the hell is
happening there?
Is he okay?
Later, buddy.
I don't envy the weight
of having to
second-guess every call.
Well, that's the burden
of being team leader.
It's ops like these
that make me reconsider
ever wanting to wear that crown.
But that's why it's, you know,
it's so important
that I learn as much as I can.
Was there a...
was there another RPG launcher
attacking from the east?
Not that I saw.
Hey, can you, um...
can you fill me in on,
on what happened after we split?
I was just-I was wondering
why the GIGN guys
never made entry
after you told them
to join the fight inside.
All right. Okay.
Um...
we were clearing rooms.
A firefight had broke out
inside.
Ray called for more guns,
but he couldn't get through.
So, uh...
I broke outside and got some
of the GIGN guys
to bring back into the fight.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
come here!
I need more guns inside.
They're posted
at northeast corner.
You got it?
We have a wall charge.
Hey, good. Let's move.
It'll give us a clean entrance.
Go, go, go!
Put the breach
next to that door.
Go! Go!
Got it.
Hold fire now!
Come on, man, don't do this
to me.
Stay with me!
GIGN guys used a wall charge
to breach?
We would've walked right
into a firestorm
if I used any
of the other entries.
So... it was your call
to breach the wall,
not the French?
My men inside.
It's on me to make sure
they're out of the blast range.
Which wall did you tell
GIGN to breach?
East wall.
Right next
to the corrugated door.
Master Chief?
Time for your daily brain scan.
This is getting old.
It's getting old.
Hey. Clay is asking me questions
about the op,
using his phone
to record things.
What's he poking around about?
Look, I-I just thought
that you pulling four guys
out of a burning building
was worth some recognition,
that's all.
I do not need any chest candy.
Look, Jace...
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I have an update
on Petty Officer Sawyer.
His brain swelling
has gone down.
We'll bring him out of his coma
tomorrow morning.
All right.
Okay, that's good, all right?
Look...
we on the same page here?
The only good thing
I'm taking out of this op
is that Trent's gonna be okay.
Got it?
We're on the same page, brother.
All right.
Yo.
Trent's gonna be okay.
That's good news.
When, uh, when do we get to...
to see him?
Tomorrow.
Oh, and, uh, other good news:
your work is done.
Jason, he, uh,
he sniffed out the...
medal assignment.
Put a bullet in it.
So... that's it.
Hey, uh, Ray, did your team see
any EOD hazards when you guys
were clearing the west side?
Like, anything that enemy RPG
could have ignited and taken
the building down with?
You have a funny way of dropping
the assignment, Clay.
No, it's just, honestly,
it's for my own curiosity.
Uh...
no.
We didn't find anything
on the west side.
Now close the book on it.
Yeah, consider it closed.
All right.
Petty Officer Sawyer,
I don't want to alarm you,
but you've been in a coma
for ten years.
You, uh...
You had me there
for a second, yeah.
Beard was a nice touch.
You don't want to know
how we made that. Trust me.
I wouldn't be getting
any of that in your mouth.
You got a couple strands
coming in right there.
You might want to pick
that glue off, too.
Wait. Wait, wait.
S-Something's wrong.
I don't remember
you guys being so ugly.
Sense of humor still intact.
Uh, looks like you guys...
took some hits
and checked in, too.
Well, Bravo is now a unit
of the crutch brigade.
No one's been sent to the brig?
I'm disappointed.
We had a friendly competition
to pass the time.
Team shenanigans?
Yeah.
Who... who won?
Okay, the winner?
Drumroll, guys.
The winner is--
just because I quit--
good old urban cowboy...
Brock Reynolds!
Yeah!
Look at that, huh?
Look at that guy.
Stop the steal.
Stop the steal.
There it is.
Hey, come on, man.
Go enjoy that, guys.
Look at that.
Yeah, look at it.
Smells like you, man.
You gonna schedule
a little time
at a hotel in Rehoboth
when you get back home?
Uh... you know,
I'm thinking about something
a little bit closer to home
this time.
Okay.
Look, I thought I told, uh, Ray
to bury the medal campaign
there, Lois Laine.
Hey, did you warn the, uh, GIGN
about any EOD hazards
in the building
when you told them
where to put the wall charge?
Why would I do that?
There were no EOD hazards
in the building.
Doc. Hey, there you are.
Tell you what,
you ever need anyone to help you
with the prostate exams...
this kid, top-notch.
Master Chief Hayes, a word?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Tell you what, Doc, if the
military's looking to clone me,
I pass.
I'd like to run some more tests.
For what? I've been discharged.
Daily CT scans we've been doing
was an acute response
to the injuries
you came in with.
And they all checked out,
so I'm good to go.
But raised enough flags
for me to look over your record.
20 years operating.
Multiple documented concussions.
Exposure to more hard combat
than anyone I've come across.
You're a prime candidate
for Breacher's Syndrome.
So is every other frogman.
You understand? All right?
I have been cleared to leave,
so I'm leaving.
TBI is an invisible injury.
Which is why
I recommend scheduling
diffusion tensor imaging
to detect precursors
to astroglial scarring.
Have you experienced headaches?
Hearing disturbances?
Trouble concentrating?
Irritable more than usual?
Not till you showed up, Doc.
How about memory problems?
And how did one RPG
bring down the whole building?
I was inside.
I didn't have a line of sight...
Found a room
with an explosive hazard.
Mark it for EOD.
RPG tango!
GIGN guys used
a wall charge to breach?
East wall. Right next
to the corrugated door.
I asked
if you have memory problems.
My men put me up for a medal
for this op, all right?
Just to show I have no chinks
in my armor.
That's what's so horrific
about TBI.
Most of the time the injured
show no signs of impairment.
But in an instant,
that can change.
Proper scans to gauge whether
you're suffering from TBI--
I encourage you to look now,
so you can make
informed decisions
before the effects
become disastrous.
Did you warn the, uh, GIGN
about any EOD hazards
in the building
when you told them
where to put the wall charge?
Why would I do that?
There were no EOD hazards
in the building.
Put the breach
next to that door. Go!
Go!
Which wall
did you tell GIGN to breach?
East wall.
Right next
to the corrugated door.
Jason brought the building down.
♪
Both of you look like
you've seen a ghost.
I'm fine.
Easy day.
Easy day.
Let's go home.
Best thing
I've heard all day, Ray.
♪ Don't laugh too loud♪
♪ When people say♪
♪ Someone could steal
your love away♪
♪ These things can happen
to you.♪
I know all about looking out
for Bravo 1.
20 years of combat is eventually
gonna catch up with him.
Just want to make sure we can
clock it before it's too late.
Someone tipped Command
to my behavior on deployment.
Stella's pregnant.
I knew you could do it.
Jason?
Mandy.
I've evolved.
That's why we're hanging out
in Rehoboth
instead of Vah Beach.
Curious timing
with Mandy being around.
You two make
a lot of sense together.
Damn shame if you
can't see that for yourself.
I'm suggesting
you and Leanne move here
and live together as a family.
Don't you think we owe it
to our daughter to at least try
to make our family whole?
Whatever time I have left,
I'd like to try to repair
things, if you'll let me.
If you're excited about Mandy,
then be excited.
Just pump the brakes, okay?
We're just having fun.
Please don't be your own
worst enemy for a change.
Hi, Mandy.
Master Chief?
Where's your cane?
♪
♪
♪
♪
Uh...
Brock, you got to stop with
that-that lip-smacking, okay?
It's driving me
absolutely crazy.
It's making me feel sick, okay?
I'm just trying to put
the pieces together,
find this turtle here.
See this little parrotfish,
little barracuda?
Why wouldn't you start
with the borders?
We've been trapped in here
for three days,
and you idiots are still stuck
on this same freakin' puzzle?
What a dick.
Say, are you sure
that Brock didn't accidently eat
any of the pieces?
All I know
is that time is standing still
since we've been in this place.
Wonder how it feels for Trent.
The docs put him in that coma
to help his recovery.
Yeah.
He'll be good.
Yeah, his-his brain, you know,
probably needs some time off
anyways. Am I right?
Well...
at least
we get to go home today.
Yeah.
Turtle.
More ocean.
No, listen,
I did 45 days outside the wire,
and I'm telling you,
there was no toilet,
there was no shower, there was
zero, zero combat jacks, okay?
And that is easy days
compared to this purgatory.
Well, you
didn't really expect Bravo
to stay calm in the calm,
did you?
Puzzle says
it's for ages five and up.
Supposed to be staying off
that knee.
Docs are pretty confident
Trent's gonna pull through,
Jace.
You've earned some rest.
A complete mission failure.
That earns me nothing.
No. The op was a success.
My whole team...
is injured, Ray.
It was supposed to be a
straightforward capture-kill op.
Brother, you and I both know
there's nothing straightforward
about this line of work.
Look, man, let's hit
the cafeteria, all right?
I hear they got schnitzel.
You love schnitzel.
Fixating on what happened
isn't gonna change anything.
Yeah, they just, you know,
all they did was just...
draw some blood and...
take some measurements and...
I really almost just
fell asleep on the exam table,
until I remembered my husband's
in the hospital.
Don't stress.
All right? It's not good
for you or the baby.
I'm fine.
Considering you've been, um,
shot, fragged and blown up, our
definition of "fine" may vary.
The only thing wrong with me
was missing
your appointment.
Well,
being in a hospital in Germany,
uh, is a very good excuse.
Least I'll make it home in time
to take Ash
to his chemo infusion.
Yep.
I never thought I'd be a better
son than a husband or father.
Don't say that.
Please don't say that.
You're doing an amazing job
taking care of us both, okay?
Just... focus
on getting better, please.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Talk soon.
How's, uh,
Stella and the baby-to-be?
Uh...
Yeah. Doc says the baby's
the size of a grapefruit.
But I wish
I could've been there.
Yeah, man.
It's always...
it's always difficult
observing life
through a damn screen, yeah?
Especially with so much
going on back home.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, we just, uh...
we've been helping out
this homeless vet Sam.
Naima's been shouldering all the
work while I've been stuck here.
That's a noble undertaking.
Yeah, well, after what we've
seen in Africa and Afghanistan,
it's just nice to feel
like I'm making an impact.
Yeah. It's better than
the impact that put us in here.
Yeah.
Is Jace still taking it hard?
Man refuses to ease up
on himself,
even though we-we all know it
was an RPG to blame and not him.
So I'm trying to lift
his spirits a little bit,
and I think you can help.
Honestly, I'll take anything
that gives me a break
from Sonny and Brock.
There's that.
So, given Jason's, uh,
conspicuous gallantry...
on the op, he's likely
gonna be considered for a medal.
Jason's not exactly
a medal jumper.
Precisely why I need someone
to take down statements
from the rest of the team
about his actions.
But he cannot catch wind, okay?
He cannot know.
Well, some bird shit
might be a nice way
to recognize
all of his sacrifices.
All right. I'll go first.
All right. Hey, look,
if you're forcing me to do this,
I'm gonna do it right.
Okay, so,
uh, Bravo was running a joint op
with a GIGN partner force
on a, um, enemy safe house.
Multiple tangos on target.
Uh, the French were
the mobility element,
posted outside with Trent
and the gun trucks, while...
the rest of Bravo was
the assault force.
We entered the south entrance
of the building,
split the train,
then started clearing rooms
north through the target.
I called Trent to get
more rifles in the fight,
but I never got a response.
Bravo 4, I say again,
I need four in!
How copy?
Bravo 4, radio check! Over!
Bravo 2, this is 1.
Your comms aren't making it
outside the building.
I'll head back outside,
get some more shooters.
Good copy, 1! Sooner the better!
Should've set
your flux capacitor
three minutes ago,
Blondie McFly.
More firepower
than we expected.
Sounds like they
got friends outside, too.
RPG tango! North ridge.
Keep hammering!
And the next thing I know,
Jason's pulling me out,
and then he went back in and
pulled the rest of you guys out.
It reads like a World War II
medal citation.
Yeah. It's nice
to hear you say that.
Lately
I've been feeling like, uh,
you thought
we needed to watch Jason's six.
Op proved that
he's watching ours.
Same as you're doing for him.
Yeah, I'm not sure
everybody feels that way.
Someone talked to Command
about my actions in Nigeria.
Questioned my fitness for duty.
Dirty business,
putting your bird
in the crosshairs like that.
I hope it blows over, man.
What are you doing?
Uh...
You can't pull a piece
out after you've dropped it in.
Yeah. Right. Look. This one
slipped. It was an accident.
This hospital food's giving me
the bubble guts.
Eh!
My hands are sweatier
than dew on Dixie.
Wh-Why would you do
something like that?
I was just about to win.
I had five straight across.
By cheating.
You ain't cheating,
you ain't trying.
What's the, uh,
action like in here?
Meeting of the mindless,
that's what it is.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Sonny, why don't you
go check in with Hannah
and give our ears a break?
Uh, wow, I haven't touched base
with her since we spun up.
She doesn't know
you're in the hospital?
Radio silence is not
the comforting balm
you think it is, brother.
Uh, once we, uh,
once we discharge tonight,
I'm gonna call her up
and I'm gonna turn up
the old Sonny Quinn charm.
Nobody's being discharged
tonight.
Doctor wants more brain scans.
You're all under observation
for another 48 hours.
Aw, this is bullshit, man.
We got better things to do
than get probed
by the pecker-checkers.
Can they really
hold us here against our will?
This is America.
This is Germany, Brock.
Doesn't matter
where we are, okay?
Our-our-our ninja skills
should translate.
All right? So I have an idea.
Why don't we just
bust the hell out of here
and end this tour as,
uh, as lab rats?
I'm in.
What do you mean you're in?
Okay? It's a military hospital.
You break out,
you're AWOL.
A career-ender
just to wander around
rural Germany.
You know, that might be one
of your dumber ideas, Sonny.
And that is saying a lot.
Look at you two.
Okay, well, what the hell
are we supposed to do, man?
I'm-I'm tired of being captive.
Hey, you know,
we got to do something
with this pent-up aggression.
You remember them Gucci
deployments we used to have,
friendly competition
to pass the time?
Some hospital Olympics
might be a way
to keep us
from climbing the walls.
Ugh, that's terrible.
Jace.
If you sign on,
they'll fall in line.
Nobody wants to play games,
Ray, okay? Let it go.
Oh, it's better we fall apart
at the seams?
Bravo's already got enough eyes
on it after this op.
And disorderly conduct
inside a military hospital
is not gonna help.
Create a little chaos...
to keep us all calm.
Mm-hmm.
The docs are saying
Trent's doing better.
If he was here,
he'd be the first in line.
Yeah, huh?
Uh-huh.
Game on.
Game on.
♪ Yeah!♪
♪ When I get high,
I get high on speed♪
♪ Top fuel funny car's
a drug for me♪
♪ My heart, my heart♪
♪ Kickstart my heart♪
♪ Always got the cops
coming after me♪
♪ Custom-built bike doing 103♪
♪ My heart, my heart♪
♪ Kickstart my heart♪
Guys! Come on!
♪ Ooh, are you ready, girls?♪
♪ Ooh, are you ready now?♪
♪ Whoa, yeah♪
♪ Kickstart my heart,
give it a start♪
♪ Whoa♪
Yeah, come on!
♪ Yeah♪
Oh, I'm gonna get you.
♪ Baby...♪
Whoo-hoo, I'm gonna get you.
I'm gonna get you, boy.
I'm gonna get you, boy.
Oh, I'm gonna get you.
♪ Kickstart my heart,
hope it never stops♪
♪ Whoa♪
♪ Yeah♪
Yeah!
Yeah!
♪ Baby♪
Whoo-hoo!
♪ Yeah♪
♪ Whoa...♪
That's the checkered flag
for the Texan right there!
Wait a minute.
Checkered flag, my ass!
Man, that was a foul!
What are you talking about?
What do you mean, foul?
Foul, my ass!
Rubbing's racing, right?
If-if you ain't first, you last!
♪ Yeah!♪
Seriously, right?
Okay, so, 42.
Yeah, when you mention
the Welton case again,
it seems redundant.
And that's it.
I think it's coming together.
Usually hate notes, but...
this was painless.
I detected a slight eye roll
around page 24, so...
But now is your chance
for payback, okay?
So... what do you got for me?
Uh, page 13.
Okay.
You have a typo
in your section heading.
All right.
And on page 47,
you misspelled
"General Keating."
What?
"Feating."
That would have been
embarrassing.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Okay, what else?
That's it.
The rest is perfect.
So, I was thinking,
for dinner...
Oh, r-really?
Come on, I mean,
the only thing worse
than a ton of notes is no notes.
Trust me, it's fantastic.
I don't need you
to go easy on me
because we're dating.
I'd love to show you
how this shrewd mind
can pick apart arguments,
but...
you lay out your case
flawlessly.
What's got you so stressed?
The important eyes
that are gonna be on our papers.
I-I got to get this right.
Also guessing you're worried
about your teammates?
Look, their close call
only reinforces
the arguments in my paper.
We need to be prioritizing
our warfighters
over warfighting.
Lucky for your SEALs, the people
who'll be reading your thesis
have the power to influence
the change you call for.
That's why I got to hit
the bull's-eye.
The higher-ups might not like
facing the hard truths,
but shining the light is the
first step to effecting change.
If you need to hear it
from someone
who doesn't go weak in the knees
when you smile,
or who has military expertise...
...get a second opinion.
Okay, so two more days?
Yeah. Means
I won't make it home in time
to take Ash
to his chemo infusion.
Well, I'll take him.
You got office hours.
You shouldn't be
on your feet all day.
I'm not the first pregnant woman
in history. I can take him.
You just focus on you
and Bravo, okay?
I feel like I'm...
doing a better job
emulating Jason as an operator
than Ray as a family man.
How is Jason?
Another explosion
can't be good for his head.
I mean, fortunately,
he wasn't near the blast.
He's actually the reason
we're alive.
Good... morning, Ramstein!
Here's a little something
from Okefenokee Joe himself,
the legendary Dick Flood!
Uh, what is that?
It's Sonny putting points on
the board for our competition.
Of course you guys
are playing games
instead of recuperating.
Know what? You better come home
a winner, then.
Huh? Love you.
All right, love you.
See ya.
♪ That she'll be true♪
♪ Unless you make her sure
of you.♪
Ow.
Ouch.
Winning...
the snack haul challenge
is gonna put me back
in the medal race, okay?
Mm. You guys are so pretty.
Ray asked me to help gather some
first-hand accounts of the op.
Yeah?
Doctor.
Doctor.
Brock is gonna run away
with this right now, okay?
So stop trying to sabotage me,
Blondya Harding.
This could help Jace realize
that he's the hero here,
not the goat, okay?
Hey, you need to... just,
can you please look that way?
Listen to my voice
but look that way.
Okay, just, um...
Ow.
Ow, ah, damn it.
What do you remember? Start...
start with
right after we breached, right?
Um...
We entered in the south end.
It was Ray...
Brock, myself.
We started clearing rooms.
The few guys that intel said
was gonna be there
ended up being
a hell of a lot more.
Should've set
your flux capacitor
to three minutes ago,
Blondie McFly.
Then I got a visual
through the window, north wall,
and to the left of it there was
a Jihad Jerry
that was shouldering up an RPG.
RPG tango! North ridge.
Keep hammering!
Why would the enemy fire
an RPG into his own safe house?
Well, uh...
some...
dirtbag took a shit shot that...
was probably aiming
somewhere else,
ended up hitting something
in the building,
and the whole damn thing
came down.
But I tell you what,
I-I am grateful
that Jace was outside
and saved our bacon bits.
Petty Officer Quinn?
Whoa.
Time for your brain scan.
That shouldn't take long.
You keep your mitts
off my machine there.
Hey, uh, look,
I'm just calling to tell you
that I, uh,
I canceled the hotel
in, uh, Rehoboth.
I'll, uh...
I'll call you
when I'm stateside.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just, uh...
Oh.
Oh.
What's this?
Nice haul, buddy!
Yeah!
Real victory's
stealing this stuff
behind Sonny's back.
I'll bet it was.
It's mine now.
Hey.
How's Trent? Is he awake yet?
We put Petty Officer Sawyer
in the medically induced coma
in hopes of reducing
the swelling on his brain.
It hasn't worked.
The danger we're monitoring
for now
is an uncal herniation.
That's when part of the brain
encroaches another part,
causing neurological damage.
If we don't see improvement
in the next 36 hours, we'll
have to perform a craniotomy
to reduce the swelling.
Trent's a fighter.
I mean, he's got this.
No, he shouldn't have
to be fighting. Mm-mm.
If I made a different call...
Jace...
you might be the baddest
damn gunslinger alive,
but as much as you think
you have a say
in what happens downrange, war
has always got the last word.
I could have done more.
We were outside.
Trent was up front
on the heavy gun.
And I went and I got
a few of the GIGN guys
to bring back inside
to help you guys,
and, uh,
we started to head back inside,
and that's when Trent got hit
by an RPG.
Hold fire now!
You know, Trent was my priority.
He was down, so I went to him.
GIGN guys continued forward
without me.
Come on, man,
don't do this to me.
Stay with me!
I did everything I could
to help Trent,
and then the RPG
took the building down.
And thanks to you,
me and Spenser
are standing here.
What happened
after the building collapsed?
GIGN guys...
they moved back immediately.
My instincts took over,
and I ran inside the building.
Ray!
Ray. Come on, get up.
Put your arm around me.
Ready?
Come on.
Hey. Hey, look at me.
Put your arm around me.
Come on. Come on. Good?
Come on, Brock. Come on.
Get up, buddy.
Okay.
Hold on. Careful.
Maybe you boys, you
could've handled your business.
If I just had stayed
with Trent longer...
Jace, did you fire the RPG
that brought down the building?
Huh?
Don't go blaming yourself
for an op
that was a catch-22
from the start, man.
Hey.
You did your job, boss, okay?
Look, let the doctors
just do theirs, all right?
If I stayed with him
a little longer, maybe I...
Hey.
I cannot thank you enough
for reading this paper, sir.
I-I... I'm sure you have
a lot of notes.
Um, can I get you a drink
before we dig in?
Well, this isn't
a drinking occasion.
I wanted to meet here because
we cannot have this conversation
at DEVGRU.
Okay.
You asked me to read a paper...
about applying lessons
from Afghanistan
to better protect warfighters
in Africa.
What you gave me
is a manifesto
with a flawed thesis.
Uh, what's flawed is
our inability to adapt
to this endless war.
You're an officer
in the United States Navy,
and to label...
major operations
as short-sighted,
misguided...
is revisionist history
that many of your superiors
are gonna find
personally insulting,
including me.
I was standing up
for our warfighters.
I was not taking shots
at the architects of these wars.
This is the United States Navy.
You think we do nuance here?
I just gave you the opinion
of an officer.
Here's the opinion of a friend.
You publish this paper,
you are gonna start a shitstorm
that you want no part of.
Now, I know your intentions
are pure...
but you are too good
of an officer
to derail your career
over some paper.
Ooh. How's the assignment
coming along?
Feel like I'm rounding
third base.
Good, good.
You...
Damn it.
Running into roadblocks
with Sam.
One step forward,
two steps back.
I been down that road
with Swanny.
You know...
you know, you think
you're making progress,
and then reality just...
gives you a cold shower.
Sam's not even
in the damn V.A. system,
because he doesn't have
a government-issued I.D.
Naima was gonna take him down
to the DMV to get one,
but he never showed.
The legacy of the war on terror
isn't on the battlefields
overseas.
It's on our sidewalks at home.
Hey, uh, don't forget to take
down your account, all right?
Time for my brain scan.
We made entry on the black side
of the building.
I split from Bravo 1.
Ran a combat clearance.
The plan was to meet up
with the rest of Bravo,
but we got held up.
Found a room
with an explosive hazard...
Mark it for EOD.
...so I tagged the door
with a red chem light,
and as I made my way
to meet up with Jason
and continue clearing,
we heard shooting break out
on the other side of the target.
Bravo 4, I say again,
I need four in. How copy?
Bravo 2, this is 1.
Your comms aren't making it
outside the building.
I'll head back outside
and get more shooters.
Go to Ray.
Good copy.
Sooner the better.
♪
This is the building.
South end.
Trucks.
This represents
this one up here.
Two rooms.
We entered the
south entrance of the building,
split the train, and then
started clearing rooms north
through the target.
So, split the rooms through
clear to the north.
Then I got a visual
through the window,
north wall,
and then to the left of it
there was a Jihad Jerry
that was shouldering up
an RPG.
So, if the RPG was launched
from the rooftop here...
...how does it detonate
on the ground floor here?
It makes no sense.
I just pulled off
the sock equivalent
of the Lufthansa heist.
The rest of Bravo
better watch out.
Hey.
You're still stewing, I see.
Canceling those plans
to Rehoboth
probably didn't help.
You know, been grabbed
and poked and prodded
for the past few days.
I've had enough. Had enough.
Stop.
No, no, not stopping.
Mandy shows up in town,
and you get a hitch
in your giddyap
for the first time in years?
Come on.
Don't hold out on me,
brother-man.
Tell me, uh...
tell me what's the deal?
Me and her just been,
you know, heading up to
Rehoboth every few weeks.
That is nice to hear.
I was hoping you two would
spend some time together.
Time that took my eye
off of Bravo.
Oh. I see.
So, because you were hanging
with a girl you dig,
that's what put Trent here?
Stop looking for excuses to deny
yourself what you deserve.
You know, Ray, you know,
I put in an honest effort
allowing myself for once
to have a life
outside of Bravo,
and yet here we are.
An honest effort...
...isn't keeping
the relationship
in a Rehoboth Beach bubble
because you're afraid of...
making it real.
I can't believe it, man, you...
The same guy who's willing
to repeatedly run into
a collapsed building
to save his teammates
is scared to move forward
with a girl he likes?
It's not that easy, Ray.
You know, I thought I,
I finally found balance,
but then war put its
ugly thumb on the scale,
so I should have known better.
Jace, you ever think
that meeting Mandy
was one of the few good things
that actually
came out of this damn war?
I mean, brother, you two
might actually have
a future together.
Mm. Yeah, I'll think
about that future
once Trent is in the clear,
okay?
Okay.
Yeah.
You sure the RPG
came from the north?
Yeah, that's what I saw.
So, were there any EOD hazards
on the west side
of the safe house?
No, it was clear.
Clear. So how did one RPG
take down a whole building?
There was a second shooter
on the grassy knoll.
Maybe another RPG launcher?
I mean, look, all I know is the
enemy knew that we were coming.
They were armed to the tits.
We're lucky to have survived
that Murphy's Law op.
Yeah.
What is that?
What?
No, no, turn--
Look at me.
Are you wearing makeup?
No.
Yeah, well... well...
I listened to you and Ray, okay,
about keeping radio silence
with Hannah,
so I gave her a call.
And then I sweet-talked
that nurse down there
into helping me put my best
uninjured face forward.
So instead of saying nothing,
you lied to her?
Oh, come on, you of all people
know that lying is
a necessary evil.
Come on, man.
I was tempted to-to spare Stella
the stress
of knowing that we're in here.
Okay, but as much as I want
to believe that withholding
is actually really
protecting her,
that kind of thinking is how
my dad and Jason
ended up being alone.
Clay, I just got Leanne
full-time.
Okay? I just got her.
Yeah.
And there's
no way in hell
I'm ever going back.
And you got Hannah
in your life, too.
Yeah, that's, that's what
I meant, Hannah-Hannah, too.
Yeah. Is being,
being hospitalized
all that you've been
hiding from her?
You made a pretty quick
little transition there,
going from writing in your diary
and pining over Lisa Davis
to moving in
with your baby mama.
Davis and I didn't have
a choice,
and this time I do, okay.
And being honest with Hannah
is courting disaster.
It's like handing her
Pandora's Box and being like,
"Hey, open it up."
You know? I don't know.
What in the hell is
happening there?
Is he okay?
Later, buddy.
I don't envy the weight
of having to
second-guess every call.
Well, that's the burden
of being team leader.
It's ops like these
that make me reconsider
ever wanting to wear that crown.
But that's why it's, you know,
it's so important
that I learn as much as I can.
Was there a...
was there another RPG launcher
attacking from the east?
Not that I saw.
Hey, can you, um...
can you fill me in on,
on what happened after we split?
I was just-I was wondering
why the GIGN guys
never made entry
after you told them
to join the fight inside.
All right. Okay.
Um...
we were clearing rooms.
A firefight had broke out
inside.
Ray called for more guns,
but he couldn't get through.
So, uh...
I broke outside and got some
of the GIGN guys
to bring back into the fight.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
come here!
I need more guns inside.
They're posted
at northeast corner.
You got it?
We have a wall charge.
Hey, good. Let's move.
It'll give us a clean entrance.
Go, go, go!
Put the breach
next to that door.
Go! Go!
Got it.
Hold fire now!
Come on, man, don't do this
to me.
Stay with me!
GIGN guys used a wall charge
to breach?
We would've walked right
into a firestorm
if I used any
of the other entries.
So... it was your call
to breach the wall,
not the French?
My men inside.
It's on me to make sure
they're out of the blast range.
Which wall did you tell
GIGN to breach?
East wall.
Right next
to the corrugated door.
Master Chief?
Time for your daily brain scan.
This is getting old.
It's getting old.
Hey. Clay is asking me questions
about the op,
using his phone
to record things.
What's he poking around about?
Look, I-I just thought
that you pulling four guys
out of a burning building
was worth some recognition,
that's all.
I do not need any chest candy.
Look, Jace...
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I have an update
on Petty Officer Sawyer.
His brain swelling
has gone down.
We'll bring him out of his coma
tomorrow morning.
All right.
Okay, that's good, all right?
Look...
we on the same page here?
The only good thing
I'm taking out of this op
is that Trent's gonna be okay.
Got it?
We're on the same page, brother.
All right.
Yo.
Trent's gonna be okay.
That's good news.
When, uh, when do we get to...
to see him?
Tomorrow.
Oh, and, uh, other good news:
your work is done.
Jason, he, uh,
he sniffed out the...
medal assignment.
Put a bullet in it.
So... that's it.
Hey, uh, Ray, did your team see
any EOD hazards when you guys
were clearing the west side?
Like, anything that enemy RPG
could have ignited and taken
the building down with?
You have a funny way of dropping
the assignment, Clay.
No, it's just, honestly,
it's for my own curiosity.
Uh...
no.
We didn't find anything
on the west side.
Now close the book on it.
Yeah, consider it closed.
All right.
Petty Officer Sawyer,
I don't want to alarm you,
but you've been in a coma
for ten years.
You, uh...
You had me there
for a second, yeah.
Beard was a nice touch.
You don't want to know
how we made that. Trust me.
I wouldn't be getting
any of that in your mouth.
You got a couple strands
coming in right there.
You might want to pick
that glue off, too.
Wait. Wait, wait.
S-Something's wrong.
I don't remember
you guys being so ugly.
Sense of humor still intact.
Uh, looks like you guys...
took some hits
and checked in, too.
Well, Bravo is now a unit
of the crutch brigade.
No one's been sent to the brig?
I'm disappointed.
We had a friendly competition
to pass the time.
Team shenanigans?
Yeah.
Who... who won?
Okay, the winner?
Drumroll, guys.
The winner is--
just because I quit--
good old urban cowboy...
Brock Reynolds!
Yeah!
Look at that, huh?
Look at that guy.
Stop the steal.
Stop the steal.
There it is.
Hey, come on, man.
Go enjoy that, guys.
Look at that.
Yeah, look at it.
Smells like you, man.
You gonna schedule
a little time
at a hotel in Rehoboth
when you get back home?
Uh... you know,
I'm thinking about something
a little bit closer to home
this time.
Okay.
Look, I thought I told, uh, Ray
to bury the medal campaign
there, Lois Laine.
Hey, did you warn the, uh, GIGN
about any EOD hazards
in the building
when you told them
where to put the wall charge?
Why would I do that?
There were no EOD hazards
in the building.
Doc. Hey, there you are.
Tell you what,
you ever need anyone to help you
with the prostate exams...
this kid, top-notch.
Master Chief Hayes, a word?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Tell you what, Doc, if the
military's looking to clone me,
I pass.
I'd like to run some more tests.
For what? I've been discharged.
Daily CT scans we've been doing
was an acute response
to the injuries
you came in with.
And they all checked out,
so I'm good to go.
But raised enough flags
for me to look over your record.
20 years operating.
Multiple documented concussions.
Exposure to more hard combat
than anyone I've come across.
You're a prime candidate
for Breacher's Syndrome.
So is every other frogman.
You understand? All right?
I have been cleared to leave,
so I'm leaving.
TBI is an invisible injury.
Which is why
I recommend scheduling
diffusion tensor imaging
to detect precursors
to astroglial scarring.
Have you experienced headaches?
Hearing disturbances?
Trouble concentrating?
Irritable more than usual?
Not till you showed up, Doc.
How about memory problems?
And how did one RPG
bring down the whole building?
I was inside.
I didn't have a line of sight...
Found a room
with an explosive hazard.
Mark it for EOD.
RPG tango!
GIGN guys used
a wall charge to breach?
East wall. Right next
to the corrugated door.
I asked
if you have memory problems.
My men put me up for a medal
for this op, all right?
Just to show I have no chinks
in my armor.
That's what's so horrific
about TBI.
Most of the time the injured
show no signs of impairment.
But in an instant,
that can change.
Proper scans to gauge whether
you're suffering from TBI--
I encourage you to look now,
so you can make
informed decisions
before the effects
become disastrous.
Did you warn the, uh, GIGN
about any EOD hazards
in the building
when you told them
where to put the wall charge?
Why would I do that?
There were no EOD hazards
in the building.
Put the breach
next to that door. Go!
Go!
Which wall
did you tell GIGN to breach?
East wall.
Right next
to the corrugated door.
Jason brought the building down.
♪
Both of you look like
you've seen a ghost.
I'm fine.
Easy day.
Easy day.
Let's go home.
Best thing
I've heard all day, Ray.
♪ Don't laugh too loud♪
♪ When people say♪
♪ Someone could steal
your love away♪
♪ These things can happen
to you.♪