SEAL Team (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 1 - Low-Impact - full transcript
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"Seal Team"...
JASON:
We fight for each other.
- On and off the battlefield.
- Amen. Let's go.
He's perfect.
JASON: I gotta talk to you
about my memory issues.
How serious?
It's called breacher's syndrome.
All the terrible shit
that I've seen and done
had me thinking
I didn't deserve
happily ever after.
SONNY:
My selfishness down in Columbia
nearly jeopardized this
beautiful family of yours.
NAIMA:
I know you're sliding
back into
your Bravo 2 comfort place.
But get your mind right.
This is my last run with Bravo.
I need to be there
for my family.
BROCK:
IED!
We gotta get off
this fucking "X"!
Down, down!
Down, down, down!
DAVIS: Bravo, this is Havoc.
Radio check. Over.
[♪]
[gunshots]
DAVIS [echoing]: Bravo, this
is Havoc. Radio check. Over.
[groans]
- [gunfire]
- Ah!
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans]
DAVIS:
All Bravo stations,
I say again:
Radio check. Over.
- [groans]
- [gunfire continues]
JASON:
Clay!
Clay!
[Jason grunts]
[explosion nearby]
Clay, come on!
Sonny, you good?
SONNY:
I'm good!
JASON:
Get some fire on that ridge line.
Hey, Brock, are you good?
BROCK:
Yeah, solid!
- How's Clay?
- Get back in the fight, Sonny!
Get back in the fight!
[gunfire continues]
Havoc, 1. How copy?
JASON: I say again, Havoc,
this is 1. How copy?
Go ahead, 1,
I've got you Lima Charlie.
We're taking some
serious heavies down here.
- Bravo 6 is down hard.
- DAVIS: Copy, one man down.
QRF is en route.
Stand by for ETA.
ERIC: I want every available
asset inside 100 klicks
up on comms right now.
How far out is that QRF?
They're at least 15 mikes out
from Bravo's pos, ma'am.
They were just ten minutes out;
What the hell's going on?
They've been rerouted
- over less hostile terrain.
- On whose authority?
Battle space commander's, sir.
DAVIS:
Son of a bitch.
It's gonna be the longest
15 minutes of Bravo's life.
[♪]
[♪]
[gunfire]
Hey. We're not gonna last
15 mikes here.
RAY: Not with those RPGs
handing us our ass.
JASON: We gotta take out
that position.
[gunfire continues]
Clay! Clay. Talk with me.
Talk with me.
[panting]
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Where's his med kit?
Where's his med kit?!
[Sonny grunts]
- Stay with it, buddy.
- JASON: Sonny!
Sonny, get back on that gun!
RAY: Not sure
we got the headcount
to make a move
on that ridge, Jace.
I'll make it solo.
That's suicide!
Fuck! Fuck!
I need everything on that ridge
on my mark.
Send it!
[gunfire continues]
Jace!
Brock, we need ammo.
Grab the GB guys' mags
and the go-bag.
BROCK:
Roger that.
CLAY:
Fuck!
Sonny, check on Spenser!
SONNY:
I got him!
Well, look at that.
Uh, Sleeping Blondie's awake!
The fuck happened?
Well, we got throat-punched
by some turdnuggets.
Just gonna get this tourniquet
a little tighter for you.
Hey. Hey!
Win the firefight first.
- Self-aid before buddy-aid.
- You sure?
- Go! Sonny, go!
- Here, take my med kit.
CLAY:
Fuck.
[grunts]
[panting]
JASON:
Fuck.
[gunfire continues]
RAY:
On three! On the ridge!
BROCK:
I got him!
RAY:
They're shifting left!
They're shifting left!
Keep trying to flank us.
RAY: We gotta hold them
here for Jason.
Look alive!
BROCK:
He's down, he's down!
RAY:
Brock, mag! I'm Winchester!
Here you go, buddy.
- SONNY: Points out left!
- On it!
[indistinct shouting]
SONNY:
Hey. Okay.
You ready for
some buddy-aid now?
Here.
[grunts]
I'm about to give you
some morphine. Huh?
Say hello to
the purple elephants, pal.
All right. Keep that
pretty face of yours down,
you understand me?
All right.
Let's go! [Panting]
[gunfire continues]
[♪]
[shouts, grunts]
[panting]
[nearby explosion]
[panting]
- [gunfire continues]
- [indistinct shouting]
BROCK: How far out is Jace?
RAY: Not sure!
[indistinct shouting continues]
[grunts]
[gunfire continues]
SONNY: Ray!
He's moving around the saddle!
RAY:
I see him, I see him!
SONNY:
Got two more heading your way!
[gunfire continues]
BROCK:
I've got two more moving east!
Hold 'em there, Sonny boy!
I've released the ISR platform,
Lieutenant. It's en route.
DAVIS: Copy.
The Reaper is en route
to Bravo's pos now.
Thank you.
And the QRF?
It's about eight mikes out.
I've got a unit being overrun
here, Colonel Decker.
I appreciate the situation,
but I got an entire battle space
to worry about.
Given the hostile conditions,
rerouting the QRF was
the only call, Lieutenant.
Respectfully, sir, I'm not sure
my team would agree
with that assessment.
Lieutenant Davis, we need you
back on the con here
as our ISR platform
comes on station.
Thank you for
the update, Colonel.
Yes, thank you, sir.
Havoc out.
He just fucking hung Bravo
out to dry.
We're about to get eyes on
our boys again. Focus up.
Man, as soon as Jace hits
that ridge, we're moving!
Clay ain't moving!
Man, how're you set for ammo?
I grabbed a few belts
from the truck.
RAY: All right,
Brock and I will move,
you set a base here.
Roger that.
Brock, gimme something more
than this peashooter!
Never out of the fight, huh?
- Sonny, get back out there.
- Roger that.
Hey! Nothing on
the ridge line, all right?
- Jason's up there.
- Got it.
[grenade launches]
[explosion]
[gunfire continues]
JASON:
2, this is 1.
Position cleared. How copy?
RAY: Read you Lima Charlie.
Shifting fire.
Now that's more like it!
- Brock, move!
- Moving!
Moving!
You keep lobbing those
golden eggs up there, Clay!
[panting]
[exhaling]
Oh, appreciate that, 1.
Look, I need to get more ammo
from the truck. All right?
I need you to operate the pig.
We got about 50 rounds left.
Clay, watch out! Behind you!
Grenade didn't arm.
I owe you, man.
Big, uh... big case of beer.
Though I'll take
some more morphine instead.
Yeah, well...
that might be a little hazardous
for your health.
[gunfire continues]
JASON:
Bravo 2, this is 1.
I'm out of rockets. You good?
Yeah, we got this position
cleared out!
One left
and we got the upper hand!
Check that, check that.
Got two technicals
heading our way,
about to chew us up.
[gunfire continues]
ERIC: Bravo 1, this is Havoc,
we have ISR overhead.
- How copy?
- About goddamn time.
ERIC: Those technicals are
about to put an end to this.
How many Hellfires does
the Reaper have left?
They left us with one.
Better than none.
Bravo 1, this is Havoc.
We have one Hellfire left.
Stand by, Havoc.
All Bravo stations, this is 1.
You need to flip
your strobes on.
Come back to me
when you're good.
BROCK:
Strobe's on.
RAY:
Up.
Bravo 3, are you good?
We're good.
[grunts]
Havoc, this is 1.
All strobes are up.
You should see us.
Yeah, we've got five strobes.
You have one Hellfire left.
Where do you want it?
Havoc, I'm lassoing
two technicals.
200 meters south of hill 477.
I copy a laser lasso
on what appears to be
two enemy technicals, over.
JASON:
A-firm.
Send it.
DAVIS: Stand by, 1.
We are comin' in hot.
Reaper, this is Havoc.
You are cleared hot.
[Jason panting]
All stations, this is 1.
Consolidate to Bravo 6 pos.
[panting]
That's a hell of a sound.
QRF sure took
its sweet-ass time.
Brock, see if you can free up
the GB guys.
Coming home with us.
Hit me again, Sonny.
How's he holding up?
He's about to think
he's Ethel Merman.
Oh, that leg is gnarly.
Give him an antibiotic yet?
Negative. He left
his med kit out there.
JASON:
All right.
Hey. All right, my slayer.
You're gonna take this.
- Okay?
- I want food.
- All right. You take this pill.
- I'm hungry, man.
But I want a Big Mac
- and some fries.
- There you go.
Take that pill,
then you can have
your fucking Happy Meal, okay?
That's it. That's it.
There you go. That's it.
That's it, that's it, easy.
That's it.
Good. You got it? Yeah.
Stay up, man.
That's it, bud.
Oh, wow, easy, easy. Shit.
- JASON: Fuck.
- RAY: Over here!
- Help load him up, come on!
- [Clay coughing, choking]
SONNY:
Faster, faster, faster, faster!
I got him. We got him.
- I got that side. Grab his legs?
- [Clay coughs]
[indistinct chatter]
Lift on my count.
One, two, three, lift.
Let's strap him in.
- Can you strap the feet?
- [sighs]
- Oh, whoa.
- Get the feet.
Let's go,
let's move, let's move.
- Is there time for a torniquet?
- No. We gotta go.
- Let's go.
- Let's go. Move.
[♪]
PJs have Bravo en route
to Kaya airfield,
where a C-17's waiting
to transport them to Ramstein.
DAVIS:
How bad are they?
[sighs]
Most are torn up but stable.
And Spenser?
Leg's in bad shape.
Also has internal bleeding.
Sounds like it's touch and go.
Clay's pulled through
tough situations before.
You know, all that Stella's
been through with Brian...
I'm not sure how she recovers
from the information
that might be headed her way.
Well, if there's bad news
to be shared,
it should come from family.
Hey.
Lisa, what are you, um...
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not happening.
- [exhales]
- DAVIS: Look, I can't
share much,
but Clay was seriously injured.
Okay, but is he alive?
Yes.
According to the last report,
- yes.
- Last report?
That's really reassuring,
thank you.
Jesus. Okay.
What else do you,
what else do you know?
Clay and Bravo were
all transported
to Ramstein, Germany.
Is that...
That's-that's where they went
when the, when the building
collapsed, right?
- Yes.
- Yeah. That's... He...
Clay... Clay kept calling me
to apologize
for missing
my doctor's appointments.
Where's my phone?
Geez...
[Face Time ringing]
Come on, pick up. [Sniffles]
Pick up, baby, pick up.
- Fuck.
- Stella...
What?
The Navy can fly you to Ramstein
if you want to be with him.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, anything is better
than just sitting around here
waiting for answers.
Actually, can't. I can't fly.
Brian's been home
for, like, five minutes.
I can't just fly him to Germany.
And I can't leave him behind.
Damn it.
- DAVIS: I-I spoke to Naima.
- [sighs]
And we think that you should
head to her place.
You shouldn't be alone
right now.
STELLA:
Okay.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Okay. Do-Do you mind, uh...
[sniffles]
...here, grabbing him?
I just gotta grab some stuff.
- There, you got him?
- Yep.
You know, before leaving,
Clay promised me
he was going to find a way
to put our family first, and...
[exhales]
I wanted to believe him,
but I didn't.
Maybe the last time I saw
my husband and I doubted him.
[crying]:
I'm sorry, I need a second.
Long time in surgery.
They're just taking their time
putting him back together,
making Blond Delicious
look all perfect.
Sonny, you been pacing since
the Burkina Faso flight.
Just... give yourself a rest,
all right?
Just, one-one minute
we were literally talking about
introducing our babies
when we get back, and then...
the next minute, he's...
he's bleeding out
on the battlefield.
- It's just not right.
- RAY: Well, he didn't bleed out
and he's still in the fight
because of you, Sonny.
Yeah, but everything
that Clay's done for me, Ray,
okay, it should've been me
that were eating those RPGs.
You've got no say in that,
brother.
Hey, war always has
the last word.
- [Sonny chuckles]
- Right, Jace?
SONNY: We used to be
the baddest sled dogs around.
When did Bravo become
a fucking bomb magnet?
[Jason sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. You need to tell me
what's going on down there.
All right? We've been
in the dark since we got here.
NURSE:
I am sorry, Master Chief Hayes,
but keeping you informed
- isn't Dr. Rush's top priority.
- Look, look, look, look.
That is my teammate in there.
That's my brother.
He's got a newborn
and he's got a wife back home.
They deserve to know
what's going on.
I will make sure you're updated
as soon as we know anything.
Yeah, thanks for your help.
[grunts]
RAY:
Oh.
Any news?
Nurse is still stonewalling.
What's got you so spooked?
Oh, I spotted that brain doctor
from the last time we were here.
You know, the one that told me
my head was all fucked up.
Oh. That's the last thing
you need right now.
Master Chief Hayes? It's time
to change your dressings.
Uh...
This should last
another few hours.
You're lucky you caught
a ricochet.
We done here? [Groans]
Master Chief Hayes.
I thought I saw you earlier.
We have to stop
meeting like this.
Couldn't agree more.
So let's not.
WATKINS:
How's the head?
Business end of an RPG blast
could do a number.
I'm fine.
Your teammates report
tinnitus, headaches,
even lapses in memory.
I find it hard to believe
you made it through unscathed,
given your history.
You know, my head must be harder
than those guys'.
I checked your jacket:
You never underwent
the diffusion tension imaging
- I recommended.
- Everything's fine.
Like I said, if there was
a problem, I'd be working it.
So, if you'll excuse me,
my teammate is fighting
for his life.
I understand
by acknowledging any TBI issues
you'd likely lose your Trident.
But as I told you last time,
if there is a problem,
you need to address it before
the effects become disastrous.
- NAIMA: Hey.
- STELLA: Mm.
NAIMA:
I know your stomach's in ropes,
but Brian's going to be hungry
when he wakes up.
- Oh.
- Hydrate.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Yep, yep.
Eat and sleep.
I so envy his obliviousness.
- [sighs]
- Any news?
He's still in surgery.
The fact that they moved him
to Germany could be a good sign.
I doubt they would have
transported him
if his condition
was too severe.
Or maybe
his injuries were so bad
that he couldn't be treated
where they were deployed.
I-I can't share where they were.
But it is fair to say they
weren't near optimal facilities.
[sighs] Okay.
Well, do we...
When do we hear?
I mean, why isn't anyone
saying anything?
NAIMA:
Getting any answers
when Ray went missing
was like pulling teeth.
Military is one big,
happy family
until they go
into cover-their-ass mode,
put a lid on everything.
DAVIS:
Well, getting to the truth,
even in my position,
is... a challenge.
Just tell me that
they weren't on some op
that I'm gonna hear
about on the news, okay?
- 'Cause I can't handle that.
- It's doubtful.
This was a low-impact mission.
- Not for my husband, it wasn't.
- NAIMA: Okay.
Look. Clay is surrounded
by his brothers right now.
- They got him from here.
- Okay.
And we got you.
- Right?
- [Stella chuckles]
[knock at door]
NAIMA:
I'll get it.
[exhales] Okay. All right.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- NAIMA: Thanks for coming.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
Hi. Oh, my God.
- STELLA: Hi.
- WOMAN: How are you?
Hi.
SONNY: Look, I don't need
to be Doogie Howser
to know that more time
under the knife, it...
it ain't a good thing.
Well, look, however this goes,
people are gonna be
relying on us,
so keep it together.
I never did actually, uh,
plan that bachelor party we were
always talking about for Clay.
Some friend I am.
I tell you what, though.
When he gets outta here,
it is gonna be
full Debauch-alypse.
I'm talking Cabo,
Montreal, Vegas...
Amsterdam.
Colombia was the place back
in my Prime time Perry days.
True, I mean, just, uh...
You know, Clay and I
shouldn't go back there
for, like, a lifetime or two.
Because, you know,
- I mean...
- BROCK: Clay's been married
a while. Why don't we,
uh, throw him a baby moon?
Go out to wine country...
Oh, please, Brock,
shut your mouth.
Do a spa weekend...
SONNY:
Brock, you make reality
annoying enough,
so whatever you do,
don't fuck up
my delusions, too.
RAY:
Hey.
Why don't you two go find
that, uh, vending machine
of yours, Sonny, and cool off?
Yeah. You mention "baby moon"
one more time
and you'll see what happens.
Gonna rip that little
cotton condom off your head.
[Brock chuckles]
RAY:
Boss. How's that bullet wound?
Lucky I didn't have to dig that
round out with my Leatherman.
Yeah, I'll live.
You sure you didn't get
any bad news in there?
[exhales]
[sighs heavily]
You know, on the way
out to the op,
Clay told me that, uh,
he was stepping down
from Bravo
when he got back home.
Oh.
Uh...
Damn.
Then things go sideways
for him...
Man, that kind of timing leads
to a lifetime of "what ifs."
Don't tell me
Bravo 1 is blaming himself.
This is what you do, Jace:
Adam, Nate,
- hell, even when I got taken...
- [pen clatters]
This is on me.
Clay shouldn't have been
on that op. I fucked up.
[door opens]
Commander, you got
a sitrep on Spenser?
[sighs] He's out of surgery
and resting, Master Chief.
But it's too early to make
any long-term calls.
Well, his leg took the brunt
of those RPG blasts.
Is it salvageable?
Petty Officer Spenser suffered
a compound fracture,
so we're working to repair
the skeletal,
soft tissue, nerve damage
in order to restore function.
But frankly, I'm more concerned
about his internal injuries.
He has a splenic laceration,
causing a surrounding hematoma.
How bad?
We don't know yet
if we have to remove the organ,
but I prefer
my patients to leave
with all the parts
they came in with.
So he's not
out of the woods yet.
He's hypotensive, tachycardic
and his leg wound
was extremely dirty, putting
him at the risk of infection.
Was he administered
a broad-spectrum antibiotic
in the field?
Yeah, he just, uh...
He puked it up.
Understood.
In any event,
the next 48 hours are critical.
[Jason sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Yet another death-defying stunt
by Evel Clay-nievel.
Most of it's a blur.
Anyone tell Stella yet?
We were kind of just waiting,
'cause we didn't know, um,
what type of call
we were gonna have to make.
[whispers]:
Sonny.
How you feeling?
Grateful to you all for
getting me off that battlefield.
Oh, Jason especially.
Bravo I made
a dash for the ages.
Well, more like a waddle
with this knee.
Y'all gotta be
pretty banged up, too.
RAY:
Dealing with some burns,
tympanic tears,
respiratory issues from
all the crap we inhaled.
But... we got off easy.
My bell definitely got rung.
Everybody else good?
Don't worry about us, man.
We already got discharged.
[coughing]
[sniffles]
[clears throat]
I want you...
I want you all headed home.
The situation was reversed,
I'd be on the next plane
to see Stella and Brian.
Look, we all came in together,
we all leave together.
[Clay coughing]
I think visiting hour's over.
Christie Brink-Clay needs
his beauty sleep.
RAY:
All right.
CLAY:
Hey, Jace.
Hey, hold-hold up a second, man.
[Clay exhales]
What's on your mind?
I didn't want to say it
in front of the boys,
but I wasn't sure
that I'd pull through here.
Yeah, but you know what?
You did pull through.
You won the fight.
We both know
the battle isn't over.
Docs used a lot of
big words telling me that.
Can't trust anyone
who can't even read their own
handwriting. [Chuckles]
We both thought Metal was
in the clear, too, right?
Yeah.
Listen, if this...
if this is how I go,
serving my country
alongside the brothers I love...
...I'm all right with that.
But leaving Stella
and Brian behind...
No. Shh, shh.
Man, it's not gonna
come to that.
But if it does...
...if Stella has
to hear the worst...
...there's nobody
better equipped
to help her
in that moment than you.
[chuckles]
I don't know if that's true.
[breathes deeply]
Look, you've got more experience
in these situations
than anyone.
I want the rest of Bravo
there with her, too.
Look, man.
I'm your team leader.
There's no way in hell
I'm gonna leave you here.
I'm not asking as a teammate.
I'm asking as a friend.
How's Stella holding up?
As expected,
given the situation.
She's in good hands
with Naima, though.
Just figured
I'd be more useful here,
digging into the ambush.
Times of crisis, we cling
to what brings us comfort.
I'm looking for answers,
not comfort.
Answers to what?
You think SGS was able to just
slap together a coordinated
attack like that?
Somebody messed up
and they need
to be held accountable.
Believe me, I am kicking
my own ass on this one, too.
You sure that
chasing down a bogeyman
isn't just a way
to absolve your own guilt?
Paper of yours got you
new access at the Pentagon,
but second-guessing
the decisions on this op
won't win you many friends.
Don't let the anger and the pain
that you're feeling right now
drive you to do something
you'll regret later.
[door closes]
Discharged faster
than last time.
Yeah, but this doesn't feel
like victory.
Look, I don't like
leaving either,
but you know what?
Clay wants us back home
with Stella, so...
we got our orders;
That's what we're gonna do.
When I got blowed up
in Tunisia,
the thought of you guys
with Naima and the kids
definitely provided me comfort.
SONNY:
[clears throat] Look, I wouldn't
do Stella no good
pacing around all anxious-like.
Let me stay and watch over him.
Okay, boss?
Take care of our boy.
Roger that.
[indistinct chatter]
[monitor beeping steadily]
Thought everyone was home bound.
SONNY:
Yeah.
You been out so long
the boys are probably
almost wheels down
in Vah Beach by now.
Miss the flight?
There's no way
I'm leaving my battle-boo.
[chuckles] Besides, the, uh...
the recliner
in the hospital rec room,
it's, uh, very damn comfy.
You know, the... hospital's
gonna evict your squatting ass.
Between my drooling and...
and my night terrors...
[chuckling]:
...I'm pretty sure everyone here
is, uh, is pretty afraid
to talk to me.
[both chuckle]
[coughing]
[quietly]:
Hey. It's all right.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Thought you had a flight...
- to go see Leanne coming up.
- Yeah.
You should be with her.
Yeah.
I love that little girl
more than anything,
but there is no way in hell
that I'm leaving your side.
Just like you didn't
adios me in Colombia.
- With that robe on...
- Oh, yeah, that robe.
- Cowboy hat...
- Mm-hmm. [Laughs]
That little... that...
that lady holding
onto your arm.
- Oh, yeah.
- She was calling you El Jefe.
El Jefe.
Oh, she was hot. [Laughs]
Even those RPG blasts
can't wipe that from my memory.
Yeah.
Knuckle-dragger to the end.
The legacy of Sonny Quinn.
I thought you learned to knock
that knuckle-dragger shit off.
Well, if it walks
like a duck...
talks like a duck...
That's why you turned to Jason
to be there for Stella,
instead of me.
Jace has been there for...
how many Gold Star families?
But if I don't, if I don't
make it out of here...
...you're the one
I want looking over them.
Forever.
I wouldn't entrust anyone else
with the two most important
people in the world to me.
All right, well,
it sure as shit's not happening,
you understand me?
Do you?
Promise, promise that
you'll do that for me.
Yeah, man. All right?
I promise, brother.
[phone buzzing]
I give you my word.
[phone continues buzzing]
It's, uh, it's Stella.
She's trying to Face Time me.
You got enough energy for it?
Hey, Stella,
hold-hold on one second here.
- Which way?
- I got him right here.
- Oh, my God, baby!
- CLAY: Hey, babe.
- [Stella crying]
- Hey.
Are you okay?
What's happening?
I'm fine.
[coughs] I'm fine, baby.
I can't believe I'm talking
to you. I thought that...
I didn't know what to think.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't worry, all right?
I'll be with you
and Brian in no time.
[Stella sniffles]
Okay.
[coughing]
- What's wrong?
- Hey. Hey. Give me the phone.
Can someone tell me
what's happening?
[coughing]
SONNY:
It's all right.
STELLA:
Clay? What is wrong?
Nothing, baby. I'm...
I'm just worn out.
Then you should, you should
just rest, then, okay?
And I'll, um...
I'll call you again
when-when Brian's awake.
Just, thank God
that you're okay.
I love you so much.
I love you, too.
[Ray sighs]
- Welcome home.
- What's up?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Hi.
Hey. The, uh,
mood's a little bit
more upbeat than I expected.
Yeah, Stella spoke with Clay
a little while ago.
Sounds like he'll be
up and about in no time.
Um... well, with all
that Stella's dealing with,
I can see
why Clay's downplaying it.
How bad is he?
He's probably gonna be
on his ass for a minute,
but he'll pull through.
He really appreciates you, um,
keeping things
under control around here.
Yeah. Unfortunately,
I'm becoming an old pro at this.
[sighs]
This one could've
been bad, baby.
Like real bad.
I mean, getting hit hard,
nearly losing Clay...
that's a lot of emotional trauma
you've endured.
Babe, I got my PTS
under control.
Well, best way
you can take care of others
is by taking care of
yourself first, right?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.
I spoke to Emma earlier.
She and Brad made it back
to New York in one piece.
That's good.
They left right after
Stella's shower
so that Brad could turn
his thesis in.
You know he's graduating
a semester early?
JASON:
Wow.
[Mandy clears throat]
[Jason exhales]
[Mandy clears throat]
- Hey.
- Yeah.
However bad it was,
how much worse it gets,
I'm here for you.
Stella's the one
that needs our help.
She needs our help right now,
so we gotta be there
for her, right?
[car door opens]
[Jason groans]
- MANDY: Hey.
- Hi.
- How are you holding up?
- Well, you know.
Getting my baby shower
thank you cards out
in time is no longer
stressing me out the most.
MANDY:
Been a whirlwind few days.
- [exhales]
- STELLA: Yeah. Yeah.
Between celebrating Brian
and sitting vigil for Clay...
MANDY:
Sounds like he's doing better.
That's what everyone
keeps saying. I'm just...
I'm not gonna relax
until he's home.
Hey, Brian, look.
This is Daddy's friend Jason.
He's probably why
Daddy's not
in worse shape, so...
- thank you.
- JASON: Yeah.
I'm starving, I haven't eaten
since the flight.
- I'll be back.
- STELLA: Okay.
[laughs shakily]
With that bad knee,
you couldn't have run away
from Stella any faster.
I feel like I can't pretend
Clay's gonna be okay
when he's not even
out of the woods yet, right?
Yeah. Those 48 hours
can't be up soon enough.
So I'm heading into Command
to file the AAR
if you want to tag along.
I know this is not
Bravo 1's comfort zone.
Yeah, I promised Clay
I'd be here.
I want to be here.
Taking orders from Bravo 6.
You two have come a long way.
All right.
Um... Hey, Jason?
I'm gonna call Clay.
He wanted to see Brian. I'm sure
he'd be happy to see you.
[line ringing]
[phone buzzes]
Heh. Howdy, Stella.
Oh, hey, Sonny.
Is everything okay?
SONNY: Oh, yeah,
he-he's doing just fine.
Old, uh, Rip Blond Winkle's
having some
sweet dreams right now.
But when he wakes up
- I'll be sure to have...
- [alarm beeping]
- NURSE: He's crashing.
- NURSE 2: He's gonna code.
SONNY:
What the hell?
STELLA:
Sonny?
NURSE:
Brakes up, let's move.
Sonny, what is it?
What's-what's...
What's going on?
AUTOMATED VOICE [over P.A.]:
Code blue.
Code blue.
- NURSE: Bag on.
- SONNY: Clay?
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Code blue.
- Clay!
[♪]
I-I just talked to him.
This doesn't make any sense.
- [exhales]
- [whispers]: It's okay.
He's gonna be okay.
- [line ringing]
- [Jason exhales]
Hey, Sonny.
What the hell's going on?
SONNY: I don't know, Jace.
He looked, uh...
He looked really bad.
His eyes, um...
his eyes looked lifeless.
All right, look,
what are they telling you?
His leg's infected,
and his, uh...
his blood pressure was crashing.
It's... sepsis.
Shit.
Septic shock.
All right.
Listen, Stella is a mess, man.
She's having a hard time
holding on, here,
so the minute that they tell you
that Clay is stable,
you call her.
SONNY:
Yep.
[voice cracking]:
Yep. I'm on it.
JASON:
Listen, Sonny.
If it's bad news, you call me.
Understand?
Un-fucking-believable.
[whispers]:
Fuck. What the fuck..
Jason?
How bad is septic shock?
He's in good hands.
Just stay positive.
Come on.
STELLA:
Okay.
Still no word?
Nope.
[sighs] It's been three hours.
I-I, uh...
I know how much
Clay means to you.
How much they all m...
mean to you.
And I also know that
"ignore and override"
isn't the best way
to deal with tragedy.
I've... been there myself
more times
than I care to remember.
You know there's nothing you can
do right now to make it better,
so...
Only things you can do
to make it worse:
Putting up walls,
shutting others out,
blaming yourself...
[Jason sighs]
[Jason sighs heavily]
Don't do this, please.
I know you didn't show up
on my doorstep the other day
just to have somebody to share
the good times with, right?
You're right. I know, I'm sorry.
I really am.
I'm sorry. I am, just, um...
I'm to blame.
I made a bad call.
Yeah. From what I've heard,
it's thanks to you
that Bravo even made it
off the battlefield.
You know, Clay's fighting
for his life right now
because of me.
- What do you mean?
- [exhales]
[sighs]
If I stood down when
I learned about my TBI...
...Clay would've been on his
family leave like he planned.
The reason why he stuck around
was to watch over me
and Bravo.
I know exactly how you feel.
But I also now know...
...that anyone who put
their trust in me
and paid the ultimate price,
I wasn't the one
who took anything from them.
It was this fucking war.
Yeah.
It was this fucking war.
Let's get back inside, okay?
[sighs]
- [phone buzzing]
- Oh, fuck.
[exhales, sniffles]
It's Sonny.
- Why is he calling you?
- [exhales]
Sonny.
[door opens]
[Stella exhales, sniffles]
What is it?
Clay's been stabilized.
What are you not telling me?
[sobbing]
Well, the infection
was spreading.
So the doctors did
what was necessary
in order to save his life.
[♪]
"Seal Team"...
JASON:
We fight for each other.
- On and off the battlefield.
- Amen. Let's go.
He's perfect.
JASON: I gotta talk to you
about my memory issues.
How serious?
It's called breacher's syndrome.
All the terrible shit
that I've seen and done
had me thinking
I didn't deserve
happily ever after.
SONNY:
My selfishness down in Columbia
nearly jeopardized this
beautiful family of yours.
NAIMA:
I know you're sliding
back into
your Bravo 2 comfort place.
But get your mind right.
This is my last run with Bravo.
I need to be there
for my family.
BROCK:
IED!
We gotta get off
this fucking "X"!
Down, down!
Down, down, down!
DAVIS: Bravo, this is Havoc.
Radio check. Over.
[♪]
[gunshots]
DAVIS [echoing]: Bravo, this
is Havoc. Radio check. Over.
[groans]
- [gunfire]
- Ah!
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans]
DAVIS:
All Bravo stations,
I say again:
Radio check. Over.
- [groans]
- [gunfire continues]
JASON:
Clay!
Clay!
[Jason grunts]
[explosion nearby]
Clay, come on!
Sonny, you good?
SONNY:
I'm good!
JASON:
Get some fire on that ridge line.
Hey, Brock, are you good?
BROCK:
Yeah, solid!
- How's Clay?
- Get back in the fight, Sonny!
Get back in the fight!
[gunfire continues]
Havoc, 1. How copy?
JASON: I say again, Havoc,
this is 1. How copy?
Go ahead, 1,
I've got you Lima Charlie.
We're taking some
serious heavies down here.
- Bravo 6 is down hard.
- DAVIS: Copy, one man down.
QRF is en route.
Stand by for ETA.
ERIC: I want every available
asset inside 100 klicks
up on comms right now.
How far out is that QRF?
They're at least 15 mikes out
from Bravo's pos, ma'am.
They were just ten minutes out;
What the hell's going on?
They've been rerouted
- over less hostile terrain.
- On whose authority?
Battle space commander's, sir.
DAVIS:
Son of a bitch.
It's gonna be the longest
15 minutes of Bravo's life.
[♪]
[♪]
[gunfire]
Hey. We're not gonna last
15 mikes here.
RAY: Not with those RPGs
handing us our ass.
JASON: We gotta take out
that position.
[gunfire continues]
Clay! Clay. Talk with me.
Talk with me.
[panting]
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Where's his med kit?
Where's his med kit?!
[Sonny grunts]
- Stay with it, buddy.
- JASON: Sonny!
Sonny, get back on that gun!
RAY: Not sure
we got the headcount
to make a move
on that ridge, Jace.
I'll make it solo.
That's suicide!
Fuck! Fuck!
I need everything on that ridge
on my mark.
Send it!
[gunfire continues]
Jace!
Brock, we need ammo.
Grab the GB guys' mags
and the go-bag.
BROCK:
Roger that.
CLAY:
Fuck!
Sonny, check on Spenser!
SONNY:
I got him!
Well, look at that.
Uh, Sleeping Blondie's awake!
The fuck happened?
Well, we got throat-punched
by some turdnuggets.
Just gonna get this tourniquet
a little tighter for you.
Hey. Hey!
Win the firefight first.
- Self-aid before buddy-aid.
- You sure?
- Go! Sonny, go!
- Here, take my med kit.
CLAY:
Fuck.
[grunts]
[panting]
JASON:
Fuck.
[gunfire continues]
RAY:
On three! On the ridge!
BROCK:
I got him!
RAY:
They're shifting left!
They're shifting left!
Keep trying to flank us.
RAY: We gotta hold them
here for Jason.
Look alive!
BROCK:
He's down, he's down!
RAY:
Brock, mag! I'm Winchester!
Here you go, buddy.
- SONNY: Points out left!
- On it!
[indistinct shouting]
SONNY:
Hey. Okay.
You ready for
some buddy-aid now?
Here.
[grunts]
I'm about to give you
some morphine. Huh?
Say hello to
the purple elephants, pal.
All right. Keep that
pretty face of yours down,
you understand me?
All right.
Let's go! [Panting]
[gunfire continues]
[♪]
[shouts, grunts]
[panting]
[nearby explosion]
[panting]
- [gunfire continues]
- [indistinct shouting]
BROCK: How far out is Jace?
RAY: Not sure!
[indistinct shouting continues]
[grunts]
[gunfire continues]
SONNY: Ray!
He's moving around the saddle!
RAY:
I see him, I see him!
SONNY:
Got two more heading your way!
[gunfire continues]
BROCK:
I've got two more moving east!
Hold 'em there, Sonny boy!
I've released the ISR platform,
Lieutenant. It's en route.
DAVIS: Copy.
The Reaper is en route
to Bravo's pos now.
Thank you.
And the QRF?
It's about eight mikes out.
I've got a unit being overrun
here, Colonel Decker.
I appreciate the situation,
but I got an entire battle space
to worry about.
Given the hostile conditions,
rerouting the QRF was
the only call, Lieutenant.
Respectfully, sir, I'm not sure
my team would agree
with that assessment.
Lieutenant Davis, we need you
back on the con here
as our ISR platform
comes on station.
Thank you for
the update, Colonel.
Yes, thank you, sir.
Havoc out.
He just fucking hung Bravo
out to dry.
We're about to get eyes on
our boys again. Focus up.
Man, as soon as Jace hits
that ridge, we're moving!
Clay ain't moving!
Man, how're you set for ammo?
I grabbed a few belts
from the truck.
RAY: All right,
Brock and I will move,
you set a base here.
Roger that.
Brock, gimme something more
than this peashooter!
Never out of the fight, huh?
- Sonny, get back out there.
- Roger that.
Hey! Nothing on
the ridge line, all right?
- Jason's up there.
- Got it.
[grenade launches]
[explosion]
[gunfire continues]
JASON:
2, this is 1.
Position cleared. How copy?
RAY: Read you Lima Charlie.
Shifting fire.
Now that's more like it!
- Brock, move!
- Moving!
Moving!
You keep lobbing those
golden eggs up there, Clay!
[panting]
[exhaling]
Oh, appreciate that, 1.
Look, I need to get more ammo
from the truck. All right?
I need you to operate the pig.
We got about 50 rounds left.
Clay, watch out! Behind you!
Grenade didn't arm.
I owe you, man.
Big, uh... big case of beer.
Though I'll take
some more morphine instead.
Yeah, well...
that might be a little hazardous
for your health.
[gunfire continues]
JASON:
Bravo 2, this is 1.
I'm out of rockets. You good?
Yeah, we got this position
cleared out!
One left
and we got the upper hand!
Check that, check that.
Got two technicals
heading our way,
about to chew us up.
[gunfire continues]
ERIC: Bravo 1, this is Havoc,
we have ISR overhead.
- How copy?
- About goddamn time.
ERIC: Those technicals are
about to put an end to this.
How many Hellfires does
the Reaper have left?
They left us with one.
Better than none.
Bravo 1, this is Havoc.
We have one Hellfire left.
Stand by, Havoc.
All Bravo stations, this is 1.
You need to flip
your strobes on.
Come back to me
when you're good.
BROCK:
Strobe's on.
RAY:
Up.
Bravo 3, are you good?
We're good.
[grunts]
Havoc, this is 1.
All strobes are up.
You should see us.
Yeah, we've got five strobes.
You have one Hellfire left.
Where do you want it?
Havoc, I'm lassoing
two technicals.
200 meters south of hill 477.
I copy a laser lasso
on what appears to be
two enemy technicals, over.
JASON:
A-firm.
Send it.
DAVIS: Stand by, 1.
We are comin' in hot.
Reaper, this is Havoc.
You are cleared hot.
[Jason panting]
All stations, this is 1.
Consolidate to Bravo 6 pos.
[panting]
That's a hell of a sound.
QRF sure took
its sweet-ass time.
Brock, see if you can free up
the GB guys.
Coming home with us.
Hit me again, Sonny.
How's he holding up?
He's about to think
he's Ethel Merman.
Oh, that leg is gnarly.
Give him an antibiotic yet?
Negative. He left
his med kit out there.
JASON:
All right.
Hey. All right, my slayer.
You're gonna take this.
- Okay?
- I want food.
- All right. You take this pill.
- I'm hungry, man.
But I want a Big Mac
- and some fries.
- There you go.
Take that pill,
then you can have
your fucking Happy Meal, okay?
That's it. That's it.
There you go. That's it.
That's it, that's it, easy.
That's it.
Good. You got it? Yeah.
Stay up, man.
That's it, bud.
Oh, wow, easy, easy. Shit.
- JASON: Fuck.
- RAY: Over here!
- Help load him up, come on!
- [Clay coughing, choking]
SONNY:
Faster, faster, faster, faster!
I got him. We got him.
- I got that side. Grab his legs?
- [Clay coughs]
[indistinct chatter]
Lift on my count.
One, two, three, lift.
Let's strap him in.
- Can you strap the feet?
- [sighs]
- Oh, whoa.
- Get the feet.
Let's go,
let's move, let's move.
- Is there time for a torniquet?
- No. We gotta go.
- Let's go.
- Let's go. Move.
[♪]
PJs have Bravo en route
to Kaya airfield,
where a C-17's waiting
to transport them to Ramstein.
DAVIS:
How bad are they?
[sighs]
Most are torn up but stable.
And Spenser?
Leg's in bad shape.
Also has internal bleeding.
Sounds like it's touch and go.
Clay's pulled through
tough situations before.
You know, all that Stella's
been through with Brian...
I'm not sure how she recovers
from the information
that might be headed her way.
Well, if there's bad news
to be shared,
it should come from family.
Hey.
Lisa, what are you, um...
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not happening.
- [exhales]
- DAVIS: Look, I can't
share much,
but Clay was seriously injured.
Okay, but is he alive?
Yes.
According to the last report,
- yes.
- Last report?
That's really reassuring,
thank you.
Jesus. Okay.
What else do you,
what else do you know?
Clay and Bravo were
all transported
to Ramstein, Germany.
Is that...
That's-that's where they went
when the, when the building
collapsed, right?
- Yes.
- Yeah. That's... He...
Clay... Clay kept calling me
to apologize
for missing
my doctor's appointments.
Where's my phone?
Geez...
[Face Time ringing]
Come on, pick up. [Sniffles]
Pick up, baby, pick up.
- Fuck.
- Stella...
What?
The Navy can fly you to Ramstein
if you want to be with him.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, anything is better
than just sitting around here
waiting for answers.
Actually, can't. I can't fly.
Brian's been home
for, like, five minutes.
I can't just fly him to Germany.
And I can't leave him behind.
Damn it.
- DAVIS: I-I spoke to Naima.
- [sighs]
And we think that you should
head to her place.
You shouldn't be alone
right now.
STELLA:
Okay.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Okay. Do-Do you mind, uh...
[sniffles]
...here, grabbing him?
I just gotta grab some stuff.
- There, you got him?
- Yep.
You know, before leaving,
Clay promised me
he was going to find a way
to put our family first, and...
[exhales]
I wanted to believe him,
but I didn't.
Maybe the last time I saw
my husband and I doubted him.
[crying]:
I'm sorry, I need a second.
Long time in surgery.
They're just taking their time
putting him back together,
making Blond Delicious
look all perfect.
Sonny, you been pacing since
the Burkina Faso flight.
Just... give yourself a rest,
all right?
Just, one-one minute
we were literally talking about
introducing our babies
when we get back, and then...
the next minute, he's...
he's bleeding out
on the battlefield.
- It's just not right.
- RAY: Well, he didn't bleed out
and he's still in the fight
because of you, Sonny.
Yeah, but everything
that Clay's done for me, Ray,
okay, it should've been me
that were eating those RPGs.
You've got no say in that,
brother.
Hey, war always has
the last word.
- [Sonny chuckles]
- Right, Jace?
SONNY: We used to be
the baddest sled dogs around.
When did Bravo become
a fucking bomb magnet?
[Jason sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. You need to tell me
what's going on down there.
All right? We've been
in the dark since we got here.
NURSE:
I am sorry, Master Chief Hayes,
but keeping you informed
- isn't Dr. Rush's top priority.
- Look, look, look, look.
That is my teammate in there.
That's my brother.
He's got a newborn
and he's got a wife back home.
They deserve to know
what's going on.
I will make sure you're updated
as soon as we know anything.
Yeah, thanks for your help.
[grunts]
RAY:
Oh.
Any news?
Nurse is still stonewalling.
What's got you so spooked?
Oh, I spotted that brain doctor
from the last time we were here.
You know, the one that told me
my head was all fucked up.
Oh. That's the last thing
you need right now.
Master Chief Hayes? It's time
to change your dressings.
Uh...
This should last
another few hours.
You're lucky you caught
a ricochet.
We done here? [Groans]
Master Chief Hayes.
I thought I saw you earlier.
We have to stop
meeting like this.
Couldn't agree more.
So let's not.
WATKINS:
How's the head?
Business end of an RPG blast
could do a number.
I'm fine.
Your teammates report
tinnitus, headaches,
even lapses in memory.
I find it hard to believe
you made it through unscathed,
given your history.
You know, my head must be harder
than those guys'.
I checked your jacket:
You never underwent
the diffusion tension imaging
- I recommended.
- Everything's fine.
Like I said, if there was
a problem, I'd be working it.
So, if you'll excuse me,
my teammate is fighting
for his life.
I understand
by acknowledging any TBI issues
you'd likely lose your Trident.
But as I told you last time,
if there is a problem,
you need to address it before
the effects become disastrous.
- NAIMA: Hey.
- STELLA: Mm.
NAIMA:
I know your stomach's in ropes,
but Brian's going to be hungry
when he wakes up.
- Oh.
- Hydrate.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Yep, yep.
Eat and sleep.
I so envy his obliviousness.
- [sighs]
- Any news?
He's still in surgery.
The fact that they moved him
to Germany could be a good sign.
I doubt they would have
transported him
if his condition
was too severe.
Or maybe
his injuries were so bad
that he couldn't be treated
where they were deployed.
I-I can't share where they were.
But it is fair to say they
weren't near optimal facilities.
[sighs] Okay.
Well, do we...
When do we hear?
I mean, why isn't anyone
saying anything?
NAIMA:
Getting any answers
when Ray went missing
was like pulling teeth.
Military is one big,
happy family
until they go
into cover-their-ass mode,
put a lid on everything.
DAVIS:
Well, getting to the truth,
even in my position,
is... a challenge.
Just tell me that
they weren't on some op
that I'm gonna hear
about on the news, okay?
- 'Cause I can't handle that.
- It's doubtful.
This was a low-impact mission.
- Not for my husband, it wasn't.
- NAIMA: Okay.
Look. Clay is surrounded
by his brothers right now.
- They got him from here.
- Okay.
And we got you.
- Right?
- [Stella chuckles]
[knock at door]
NAIMA:
I'll get it.
[exhales] Okay. All right.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- NAIMA: Thanks for coming.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
Hi. Oh, my God.
- STELLA: Hi.
- WOMAN: How are you?
Hi.
SONNY: Look, I don't need
to be Doogie Howser
to know that more time
under the knife, it...
it ain't a good thing.
Well, look, however this goes,
people are gonna be
relying on us,
so keep it together.
I never did actually, uh,
plan that bachelor party we were
always talking about for Clay.
Some friend I am.
I tell you what, though.
When he gets outta here,
it is gonna be
full Debauch-alypse.
I'm talking Cabo,
Montreal, Vegas...
Amsterdam.
Colombia was the place back
in my Prime time Perry days.
True, I mean, just, uh...
You know, Clay and I
shouldn't go back there
for, like, a lifetime or two.
Because, you know,
- I mean...
- BROCK: Clay's been married
a while. Why don't we,
uh, throw him a baby moon?
Go out to wine country...
Oh, please, Brock,
shut your mouth.
Do a spa weekend...
SONNY:
Brock, you make reality
annoying enough,
so whatever you do,
don't fuck up
my delusions, too.
RAY:
Hey.
Why don't you two go find
that, uh, vending machine
of yours, Sonny, and cool off?
Yeah. You mention "baby moon"
one more time
and you'll see what happens.
Gonna rip that little
cotton condom off your head.
[Brock chuckles]
RAY:
Boss. How's that bullet wound?
Lucky I didn't have to dig that
round out with my Leatherman.
Yeah, I'll live.
You sure you didn't get
any bad news in there?
[exhales]
[sighs heavily]
You know, on the way
out to the op,
Clay told me that, uh,
he was stepping down
from Bravo
when he got back home.
Oh.
Uh...
Damn.
Then things go sideways
for him...
Man, that kind of timing leads
to a lifetime of "what ifs."
Don't tell me
Bravo 1 is blaming himself.
This is what you do, Jace:
Adam, Nate,
- hell, even when I got taken...
- [pen clatters]
This is on me.
Clay shouldn't have been
on that op. I fucked up.
[door opens]
Commander, you got
a sitrep on Spenser?
[sighs] He's out of surgery
and resting, Master Chief.
But it's too early to make
any long-term calls.
Well, his leg took the brunt
of those RPG blasts.
Is it salvageable?
Petty Officer Spenser suffered
a compound fracture,
so we're working to repair
the skeletal,
soft tissue, nerve damage
in order to restore function.
But frankly, I'm more concerned
about his internal injuries.
He has a splenic laceration,
causing a surrounding hematoma.
How bad?
We don't know yet
if we have to remove the organ,
but I prefer
my patients to leave
with all the parts
they came in with.
So he's not
out of the woods yet.
He's hypotensive, tachycardic
and his leg wound
was extremely dirty, putting
him at the risk of infection.
Was he administered
a broad-spectrum antibiotic
in the field?
Yeah, he just, uh...
He puked it up.
Understood.
In any event,
the next 48 hours are critical.
[Jason sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Yet another death-defying stunt
by Evel Clay-nievel.
Most of it's a blur.
Anyone tell Stella yet?
We were kind of just waiting,
'cause we didn't know, um,
what type of call
we were gonna have to make.
[whispers]:
Sonny.
How you feeling?
Grateful to you all for
getting me off that battlefield.
Oh, Jason especially.
Bravo I made
a dash for the ages.
Well, more like a waddle
with this knee.
Y'all gotta be
pretty banged up, too.
RAY:
Dealing with some burns,
tympanic tears,
respiratory issues from
all the crap we inhaled.
But... we got off easy.
My bell definitely got rung.
Everybody else good?
Don't worry about us, man.
We already got discharged.
[coughing]
[sniffles]
[clears throat]
I want you...
I want you all headed home.
The situation was reversed,
I'd be on the next plane
to see Stella and Brian.
Look, we all came in together,
we all leave together.
[Clay coughing]
I think visiting hour's over.
Christie Brink-Clay needs
his beauty sleep.
RAY:
All right.
CLAY:
Hey, Jace.
Hey, hold-hold up a second, man.
[Clay exhales]
What's on your mind?
I didn't want to say it
in front of the boys,
but I wasn't sure
that I'd pull through here.
Yeah, but you know what?
You did pull through.
You won the fight.
We both know
the battle isn't over.
Docs used a lot of
big words telling me that.
Can't trust anyone
who can't even read their own
handwriting. [Chuckles]
We both thought Metal was
in the clear, too, right?
Yeah.
Listen, if this...
if this is how I go,
serving my country
alongside the brothers I love...
...I'm all right with that.
But leaving Stella
and Brian behind...
No. Shh, shh.
Man, it's not gonna
come to that.
But if it does...
...if Stella has
to hear the worst...
...there's nobody
better equipped
to help her
in that moment than you.
[chuckles]
I don't know if that's true.
[breathes deeply]
Look, you've got more experience
in these situations
than anyone.
I want the rest of Bravo
there with her, too.
Look, man.
I'm your team leader.
There's no way in hell
I'm gonna leave you here.
I'm not asking as a teammate.
I'm asking as a friend.
How's Stella holding up?
As expected,
given the situation.
She's in good hands
with Naima, though.
Just figured
I'd be more useful here,
digging into the ambush.
Times of crisis, we cling
to what brings us comfort.
I'm looking for answers,
not comfort.
Answers to what?
You think SGS was able to just
slap together a coordinated
attack like that?
Somebody messed up
and they need
to be held accountable.
Believe me, I am kicking
my own ass on this one, too.
You sure that
chasing down a bogeyman
isn't just a way
to absolve your own guilt?
Paper of yours got you
new access at the Pentagon,
but second-guessing
the decisions on this op
won't win you many friends.
Don't let the anger and the pain
that you're feeling right now
drive you to do something
you'll regret later.
[door closes]
Discharged faster
than last time.
Yeah, but this doesn't feel
like victory.
Look, I don't like
leaving either,
but you know what?
Clay wants us back home
with Stella, so...
we got our orders;
That's what we're gonna do.
When I got blowed up
in Tunisia,
the thought of you guys
with Naima and the kids
definitely provided me comfort.
SONNY:
[clears throat] Look, I wouldn't
do Stella no good
pacing around all anxious-like.
Let me stay and watch over him.
Okay, boss?
Take care of our boy.
Roger that.
[indistinct chatter]
[monitor beeping steadily]
Thought everyone was home bound.
SONNY:
Yeah.
You been out so long
the boys are probably
almost wheels down
in Vah Beach by now.
Miss the flight?
There's no way
I'm leaving my battle-boo.
[chuckles] Besides, the, uh...
the recliner
in the hospital rec room,
it's, uh, very damn comfy.
You know, the... hospital's
gonna evict your squatting ass.
Between my drooling and...
and my night terrors...
[chuckling]:
...I'm pretty sure everyone here
is, uh, is pretty afraid
to talk to me.
[both chuckle]
[coughing]
[quietly]:
Hey. It's all right.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Thought you had a flight...
- to go see Leanne coming up.
- Yeah.
You should be with her.
Yeah.
I love that little girl
more than anything,
but there is no way in hell
that I'm leaving your side.
Just like you didn't
adios me in Colombia.
- With that robe on...
- Oh, yeah, that robe.
- Cowboy hat...
- Mm-hmm. [Laughs]
That little... that...
that lady holding
onto your arm.
- Oh, yeah.
- She was calling you El Jefe.
El Jefe.
Oh, she was hot. [Laughs]
Even those RPG blasts
can't wipe that from my memory.
Yeah.
Knuckle-dragger to the end.
The legacy of Sonny Quinn.
I thought you learned to knock
that knuckle-dragger shit off.
Well, if it walks
like a duck...
talks like a duck...
That's why you turned to Jason
to be there for Stella,
instead of me.
Jace has been there for...
how many Gold Star families?
But if I don't, if I don't
make it out of here...
...you're the one
I want looking over them.
Forever.
I wouldn't entrust anyone else
with the two most important
people in the world to me.
All right, well,
it sure as shit's not happening,
you understand me?
Do you?
Promise, promise that
you'll do that for me.
Yeah, man. All right?
I promise, brother.
[phone buzzing]
I give you my word.
[phone continues buzzing]
It's, uh, it's Stella.
She's trying to Face Time me.
You got enough energy for it?
Hey, Stella,
hold-hold on one second here.
- Which way?
- I got him right here.
- Oh, my God, baby!
- CLAY: Hey, babe.
- [Stella crying]
- Hey.
Are you okay?
What's happening?
I'm fine.
[coughs] I'm fine, baby.
I can't believe I'm talking
to you. I thought that...
I didn't know what to think.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't worry, all right?
I'll be with you
and Brian in no time.
[Stella sniffles]
Okay.
[coughing]
- What's wrong?
- Hey. Hey. Give me the phone.
Can someone tell me
what's happening?
[coughing]
SONNY:
It's all right.
STELLA:
Clay? What is wrong?
Nothing, baby. I'm...
I'm just worn out.
Then you should, you should
just rest, then, okay?
And I'll, um...
I'll call you again
when-when Brian's awake.
Just, thank God
that you're okay.
I love you so much.
I love you, too.
[Ray sighs]
- Welcome home.
- What's up?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Hi.
Hey. The, uh,
mood's a little bit
more upbeat than I expected.
Yeah, Stella spoke with Clay
a little while ago.
Sounds like he'll be
up and about in no time.
Um... well, with all
that Stella's dealing with,
I can see
why Clay's downplaying it.
How bad is he?
He's probably gonna be
on his ass for a minute,
but he'll pull through.
He really appreciates you, um,
keeping things
under control around here.
Yeah. Unfortunately,
I'm becoming an old pro at this.
[sighs]
This one could've
been bad, baby.
Like real bad.
I mean, getting hit hard,
nearly losing Clay...
that's a lot of emotional trauma
you've endured.
Babe, I got my PTS
under control.
Well, best way
you can take care of others
is by taking care of
yourself first, right?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.
I spoke to Emma earlier.
She and Brad made it back
to New York in one piece.
That's good.
They left right after
Stella's shower
so that Brad could turn
his thesis in.
You know he's graduating
a semester early?
JASON:
Wow.
[Mandy clears throat]
[Jason exhales]
[Mandy clears throat]
- Hey.
- Yeah.
However bad it was,
how much worse it gets,
I'm here for you.
Stella's the one
that needs our help.
She needs our help right now,
so we gotta be there
for her, right?
[car door opens]
[Jason groans]
- MANDY: Hey.
- Hi.
- How are you holding up?
- Well, you know.
Getting my baby shower
thank you cards out
in time is no longer
stressing me out the most.
MANDY:
Been a whirlwind few days.
- [exhales]
- STELLA: Yeah. Yeah.
Between celebrating Brian
and sitting vigil for Clay...
MANDY:
Sounds like he's doing better.
That's what everyone
keeps saying. I'm just...
I'm not gonna relax
until he's home.
Hey, Brian, look.
This is Daddy's friend Jason.
He's probably why
Daddy's not
in worse shape, so...
- thank you.
- JASON: Yeah.
I'm starving, I haven't eaten
since the flight.
- I'll be back.
- STELLA: Okay.
[laughs shakily]
With that bad knee,
you couldn't have run away
from Stella any faster.
I feel like I can't pretend
Clay's gonna be okay
when he's not even
out of the woods yet, right?
Yeah. Those 48 hours
can't be up soon enough.
So I'm heading into Command
to file the AAR
if you want to tag along.
I know this is not
Bravo 1's comfort zone.
Yeah, I promised Clay
I'd be here.
I want to be here.
Taking orders from Bravo 6.
You two have come a long way.
All right.
Um... Hey, Jason?
I'm gonna call Clay.
He wanted to see Brian. I'm sure
he'd be happy to see you.
[line ringing]
[phone buzzes]
Heh. Howdy, Stella.
Oh, hey, Sonny.
Is everything okay?
SONNY: Oh, yeah,
he-he's doing just fine.
Old, uh, Rip Blond Winkle's
having some
sweet dreams right now.
But when he wakes up
- I'll be sure to have...
- [alarm beeping]
- NURSE: He's crashing.
- NURSE 2: He's gonna code.
SONNY:
What the hell?
STELLA:
Sonny?
NURSE:
Brakes up, let's move.
Sonny, what is it?
What's-what's...
What's going on?
AUTOMATED VOICE [over P.A.]:
Code blue.
Code blue.
- NURSE: Bag on.
- SONNY: Clay?
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Code blue.
- Clay!
[♪]
I-I just talked to him.
This doesn't make any sense.
- [exhales]
- [whispers]: It's okay.
He's gonna be okay.
- [line ringing]
- [Jason exhales]
Hey, Sonny.
What the hell's going on?
SONNY: I don't know, Jace.
He looked, uh...
He looked really bad.
His eyes, um...
his eyes looked lifeless.
All right, look,
what are they telling you?
His leg's infected,
and his, uh...
his blood pressure was crashing.
It's... sepsis.
Shit.
Septic shock.
All right.
Listen, Stella is a mess, man.
She's having a hard time
holding on, here,
so the minute that they tell you
that Clay is stable,
you call her.
SONNY:
Yep.
[voice cracking]:
Yep. I'm on it.
JASON:
Listen, Sonny.
If it's bad news, you call me.
Understand?
Un-fucking-believable.
[whispers]:
Fuck. What the fuck..
Jason?
How bad is septic shock?
He's in good hands.
Just stay positive.
Come on.
STELLA:
Okay.
Still no word?
Nope.
[sighs] It's been three hours.
I-I, uh...
I know how much
Clay means to you.
How much they all m...
mean to you.
And I also know that
"ignore and override"
isn't the best way
to deal with tragedy.
I've... been there myself
more times
than I care to remember.
You know there's nothing you can
do right now to make it better,
so...
Only things you can do
to make it worse:
Putting up walls,
shutting others out,
blaming yourself...
[Jason sighs]
[Jason sighs heavily]
Don't do this, please.
I know you didn't show up
on my doorstep the other day
just to have somebody to share
the good times with, right?
You're right. I know, I'm sorry.
I really am.
I'm sorry. I am, just, um...
I'm to blame.
I made a bad call.
Yeah. From what I've heard,
it's thanks to you
that Bravo even made it
off the battlefield.
You know, Clay's fighting
for his life right now
because of me.
- What do you mean?
- [exhales]
[sighs]
If I stood down when
I learned about my TBI...
...Clay would've been on his
family leave like he planned.
The reason why he stuck around
was to watch over me
and Bravo.
I know exactly how you feel.
But I also now know...
...that anyone who put
their trust in me
and paid the ultimate price,
I wasn't the one
who took anything from them.
It was this fucking war.
Yeah.
It was this fucking war.
Let's get back inside, okay?
[sighs]
- [phone buzzing]
- Oh, fuck.
[exhales, sniffles]
It's Sonny.
- Why is he calling you?
- [exhales]
Sonny.
[door opens]
[Stella exhales, sniffles]
What is it?
Clay's been stabilized.
What are you not telling me?
[sobbing]
Well, the infection
was spreading.
So the doctors did
what was necessary
in order to save his life.
[♪]