SEAL Team (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 7 - Episode #6.7 - full transcript
- Previously onSEAL Team...
- That's Yasiri.
We'll pull up, throw Yasiri
in the truck, and we're gone.
- Get us the fuck out of here.
- We're clean, let's do this!
Why don't you say what
really went down out there?
When it came time to execute,
you didn't think I could.
I used to
look at the future.
Now I'm scared of what's
around the next corner.
It was not the rifle
that made you shine.
You are still that guy.
Yasiri's militants are a
proxy for a state actor.
- Who?
- I'm trying to figure that out.
Instead of trying, start doing.
Says the guy who
twice had Yasiri
in his crosshairs
and came home empty.
Does the name Jacques
Tandina mean anything to you?
He's the SGS source that was
playing both sides in Mali.
The Agency is still using him.
Yasiri's squirting.
We're losing him again.
Hold tight, we're
going after the HVT.
Oh-ho, whoo! Hey!
Probably thinks that we have
leftovers for him.
I think we've tried every
mimosa in Vah Beach.
What do you mean, "we"?
I think it's finally happened.
I'm officially brunched out.
All this downtime has
turned me into brunch guy.
It's like a gateway
to popping your collar
and listening to yacht rock.
Oh, casual boozy meals
are a perk of downtime,
if you ask me.
Shame, though, you're
not gonna be getting
any eggs Benedict
in Afghanistan.
Yeah, nor any Jason Hayes.
At least you get to go back,
you know, finish
what you started.
Wish I could say
the same for Bravo.
Well, while I'm
helping my friend's NGO
get women to safety,
you can occupy yourself
as a sheepdog around here
till you get spun up again.
Oh, okay.
Have you talked to Clay
since he went home?
Ah, I want him to have
some time with his family,
though living in a
one-bedroom apartment
with a newborn, what he
really needs is space.
Are you sure you want
to be throwing stones
from this particular
glass hovel?
Oh, hovel? Did you hear that?
Hovel.
This is no hovel.
This place is great.
I'm not planning on living
here forever, that's for sure.
Oh! Really?
- Yeah.
- Where would you go?
Always wanted to
get an Airstream.
And live by the water.
Why is that so funny?
I wouldn't expect any
less from Bravo 1.
You like being able to drop
everything in 30 seconds
and run into the
fire with Bravo.
- Hmm.
- No judgment.
There you go.
To be honest, I'd
be more concerned
if you told me you had
a house in Key West
you had your eye on,
where you could spend
your days fishing.
Fishing. Caught.
To us, two sharks
always circling.
Yo, hey, you don't
need to be doing that.
What?
You don't need to be doing that.
Oh, come on, you've
made breakfast every day
since you've come
home. I can clean up.
I-I'm pretty sure there's
not enough household chores
to make up for walking
out on you and Brian.
Well, a week's worth
of you making omelets
is a good start.
But you could, you know,
afford to change up,
maybe throw in a German
pancake or something.
- Noted.
- Mm, good.
However, Professor, you know,
omelets are actually a metaphor.
Like breaking eggs,
making a mess.
And yet still providing
for your family.
- I get it.
- Right.
Seriously, though,
you... stop apologizing.
We both made mistakes
navigating your recovery.
Yeah, well, I'm not sure
that you being cautious
compares to me insisting
that everything is normal
and then losing my shit
when I finally realized
that it wasn't.
You're here now.
And between my sabbatical
and you taking a break
from Green Team...
I think we can slow down,
maybe figure out
what normal means.
How's your pain level?
I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't jonesing for a pill.
The doctor said that cravings
should lessen after ten days.
And you're almost
out of the woods.
I promise, I'm never wandering
into those woods again.
- Mm.
- Come here.
Oh, look at you, all busy
behind your big-girl desk.
Well, I'm trying to
clean out my inbox
before I head up to D.C.
Looks like I'm also gonna have
to clean up that puddle of sweat
you're dripping on my
floor there, Sonny.
Oh, yeah, just been doing
three-day workouts at the gym.
Yeah, I don't really
have anything much else
to do, since...
You know, I'm happy
Clay's doing Clay,
but I'm really gonna
miss putting on...
That
Mrs. Doubtfire brassiere
and helping out
with little Brian.
Now, had I known me sweating
profusely would, uh...
- Shut up, listen.
- Oh.
I just got an email from
a contact at the CIA
confirming that they still
rely on the SGS source
they used in our
target package in Mali.
The source that sold us
out, that got us ambushed,
that lost Clay's leg?
The fucker that I've
been dreaming about
putting six feet under?
That's the thing.
They swear that he
didn't double-cross us.
Oh, bullshit, that's
just the Agency
- covering their ass.
- I don't think so.
The official AAR came
down and said the source
had been taken out of play.
Something doesn't smell right.
So, I put in an RFI
for the case file
for the operation.
Once the red tape
clears, I'll know.
If the source was good,
then who fucked over Clay?
I'll try to find out,
put it on my list
along with getting
Bravo back to Syria.
If the war machine's
gonna try and pull
some sort of Pat
Tillman-style cover-up,
I tell you what, man,
someone's gonna pay for this.
I can't do anything until
I get that case file.
And even then, once I do
know the questions to ask,
the answers that we'll want
lie above my pay grade.
Davis, you need to think.
Okay, what about them
fancy committees of yours?
You know, a new
cake-eater friend
that might want to hook you up?
I mean, I'm trying to
understand how it works.
I mean, it looks real good.
- Hi!
- Oh, Mr. Hobart, welcome.
I wanted to say
thank you to you two.
Oh.
Thank you for what
you're doing here.
Oh...
Well, thank you
for your service.
Uh, our assistant
Kayla will show you
back to a nurse
for an assessment.
That's a pretty good
sign we're filling a gap
that desperately needed it.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Hey, what's going on?
- Oh.
Oh, look who it is.
- Hi.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hi!
- Look at this place.
A little center-warming gift.
- Thank you.
- It's very nice.
A little bamboo for good luck.
That's what it's supposed
to do... give you structure.
Ray said you were good
with him retiring,
but I did not believe it
until you walked in here.
Well, if you need any
tips on how to deal
with the 2IC, you
just let me know.
- Hilarious.
- Good, bad, the ugly,
- the unwanted.
- Mm!
You guys, this
place is incredible.
How many vets are
you able to treat?
Oh, we have room for
20 residents upstairs,
a group therapy room, kitchen,
quiet meditation room.
Oh, you guys thought
of everything.
- Yeah, well, she did.
- Let me show you around.
- Yes.
- It's impressive.
Ray, it's impressive,
finally found a reason
worth leaving the
teams for, my friend.
Oh, I appreciate you, brother,
but I'm not leaving just yet.
- Oh.
- And, in fact,
got a call from Command.
They want me to
come in next week.
Want to interview me about
your heroics in Mali.
No, fuck that. Man,
you kidding me?
No chest candy, no,
especially not for that op.
What happened to Clay.
Well, actually, I
talked to him earlier.
He's... sounds like
he's doing much better.
He and Stella may swing by.
Doesn't mean I should
get a medal for an op
that ended his
career. No, uh-uh.
So just make it go away.
No can do on this one, brother.
They're talking Navy Cross.
Navy Cross, Ray?
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
Command's got me
under the microscope.
You know, first Omar, now this.
You can't look over both
shoulders at the same time.
Can't.
Thank you, everyone.
Ma'am.
I was wondering if you
might have a moment
to speak privately.
- I'll catch up with you.
- Yes, ma'am.
Is there a problem, Lieutenant?
I was thinking
about what you said
about the repercussions
of not having a full view
of the playing field.
Oh, so what keeps me up at night
is now keeping you
up as well, also?
Yes, after I came across
some troubling information
that paints an
incomplete picture.
I believe you're in
a position to help me
fill in some of the blanks.
How so?
All signs suggest to me
that the militia group
that hit the USS Crampton
was backed by a state actor.
But we can't tell who
unless we send a team
back to Syria to finish
degrading al-Sham Brigade
and learn who's behind them.
You know such a decision
falls on SOCOM, not me.
And I also know that you
and the deputy commander
go way back to your first ship.
Oh, I guess you have read my CV.
If you were to whisper in
his ear to make this happen,
all of the glory will go to him
when the state actor
theory is confirmed,
and he will owe you
a favor in return.
A bold move... for a
woman that accused me
of advising her
to play politics.
What happens if your
theory isn't correct?
By finishing the
job with al-Sham,
we eliminate the extremists
who killed 20 American sailors.
Nothing for the brass
to be ashamed of there.
I would argue it's
a bigger black eye
to let this act go
unpunished, ma'am.
I don't disagree.
I'll see
what I can do.
Anything else, Lieutenant?
No. Thank you, ma'am.
Morning, gentlemen.
I realize your feet have
barely touched the ground here,
but you'll be spinning up.
Spinning up or handling
our unfinished business?
Well, you got your wish, Jace,
we're going back to Syria.
Your mission remains
a capture/kill
of Jamar Yasiri as a means of
degrading the al-Sham Brigade.
Additionally, you will
be gathering any intel
that may help expose a
more powerful entity,
likely a state actor
supporting the al-Sham Brigade.
Any ideas who that might be?
Turkey, Russia, Iran.
Even the Chinese.
Knowing what we're up against,
what type of additional
firepower are we packing?
Yeah, 'cause getting caught
naked by a fleet of drones
wasn't nearly as
fun as it sounds.
We're on our own.
S.A. mode, small footprint,
allowing us to
work more covertly
as we search for Yasiri.
There's no known
location on the HVT,
but there is promising intel.
After Bravo's engagement
with Yasiri's militia,
they carried out
their planned assault
of a nearby ISIS compound.
The ISIS casualties
were near total,
but chatter says a few of the
unit's leaders did escape,
and it's believed they've
discovered Yasiri's whereabouts.
- How does that help us?
- Are we gonna hook up
in a Yasiri survivors
support group?
The Agency will point us
towards those ISIS survivors,
we will make them an offer.
They give us Yasiri's location,
and we deliver the revenge
that they are too outgunned
and undermanned to execute.
Enemy of my enemy, right?
You're wheels up in eight hours.
Wheels up, boys.
Hey, Davis.
Any news on Mali? I'd
feel better leaving Clay
if I knew I was getting
justice for him.
Oh, nothing yet.
What, are you still waiting
to hear something, or...?
I told you, I got nothing.
Well, that's a non-answer
if I ever heard one.
Look, I don't have anything
to tell you about Mali
because I used all
the capital that I had
to get a team back to Syria.
You got to be shitting
me. What about Clay?
I couldn't ask for both,
okay? I had to choose.
And getting a team back to
Syria has global implications.
So, getting answers for
Clay is too small of stakes
for a big-game hunter.
- That is not what I said.
- You didn't have to.
Turn your back on your family
so you can go full cake-eater.
Okay.
Yep, congratulations, Davis.
Your abandonment of
Bravo is complete.
Did you get on this
hotel? Do you remember?
- Yeah.
- Great.
Clay. Hi.
- Hey.
- How are you?
Oh, you know, just taking
it one day at a time.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Stella sends her love
and congrats, by the way.
- Sorry, our babysitter bailed.
- Oh, no worries.
Hey, I guess we're
both flying solo
since Ray got spun up.
Uh, welcome. Hi, come on in.
Kayla here will
help you out, okay?
- Ready for the tour?
- Yeah.
- Let's do it.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, should I not
have mentioned Bravo?
No, look.
Last time they
left, I could admit
that it bothered me that
they got spun up without me.
But this time I can honestly
say that it doesn't.
Okay, good.
Could think of plenty of folks
who could have used
a place like this.
Yeah, thanks.
I can't take all the credit.
Ray definitely had a vision.
Well, found himself
another way to serve.
Yeah.
I told you, I
already filled those out!
- Okay?
- Hey.
- Listen!
- Hey! Hey, relax, okay?
Hey, wait just a...
Hey.
Easy, all right? Relax.
- Come on.
- Hey.
- Let me go!
- Relax.
Let go of me.
In you go, bud. That's it.
So, we're both leaving
for unfinished business.
Only one who loses is Cerby.
Cerby, he's definitely not
losing out, I'll tell you.
Theo cooks him a steak
practically every night.
- What?
- He's, he's getting
the better of the half.
Then we all win.
I don't know. You working
on Taliban's turf,
I don't really know
if that's a win,
especially if you don't have
Jason Hayes to protect you.
You saying you
don't want me to go?
Can't ask that.
I hope we're at a place where
you can ask me anything.
Anything but that.
If you asked me to
stand down, I'd say no.
I'd never ask that.
What's got you spinning?
I thought you'd be
thrilled to get a shot
at your unfinished
business in Syria.
Oh, I am, trust me.
I am, I am. But maybe
that's the problem.
Meanwhile, Ray and Clay
have found their
off-ramps from operating.
- You think they shouldn't?
- Not at all.
Just seeing them,
you know, move on
has got me thinking
about our future,
and I don't see any
off-ramps, all I see is Bravo.
I mean, what does that
say about me, right?
Despite all the work
that I've done on myself,
I cannot quit this war.
It says you know there's
still a lot of work
left to do... we both do.
When we drop everything
to do that work,
there's a price.
That price is the
collateral damage
on the folks we care about.
Look, I-I've heard
some alarm bells, too.
It's hard not to when
history has proven
that running into the fire
turns our relationships
into casualties.
But we're both running in.
That makes us different, right?
Oh, that's my Uber.
I'll see you, uh... see
you when I get home.
Yeah. All good.
- Get home safe.
- You, too.
A little dustier
than we left it.
Yeah. Well, the way we
scrambled out of here,
asses in hand, probably
forgot to tip the maid.
Ray, still nothing
from the Agency
on those potential ISIS targets?
They said they're still
synthesizing the latest intel.
All right, well, we don't hear
anything by tomorrow morning,
I got somewhere else
we can go to for help.
Roger that.
Yezda.
I see that trash-talking
seminar served you well.
Bravo Team.
What misfortune have you
returned to inflict upon us?
Yezda, it tore us up, having
to leave the way we did.
Looks like you stepped up
into the commander's boots.
With an assist from Bravo
Team. Why are you here?
We came back to take out Yasiri.
Weeks after his men
killed our commander,
after they attacked us again
and killed four of my sisters?
We can give you retribution
for Commander Nouri.
I know I want some.
So, go get it.
We hoped you might
help us with that.
You don't think
we've given enough?
We're just looking
for some info, okay?
You know, tune
you might've heard
listening to the ISIS
radio the way you do.
Word is, some of the ISIS
whose compound was destroyed
might know the
location of Yasiri.
We were hoping you could
point us in the direction
- of those ISIS.
- What do we get in return?
Empty apologies and promises
won't buy us weapons
to protect ourselves.
American money will.
Commander Nouri spoke of how
you threw it around in the past.
$50,000.
Done.
Done.
I hear the commander
at that ISIS compound
is said to be alive.
If anyone knows Yasiri's
location, it is him.
Where is this commander located?
In the wind.
But I hear his wife,
she is powerful
in her own right.
You want to make a
deal with the devil,
I can tell you
where to find her.
We're listening.
It's called Al-Hawl.
And before you even
think of asking,
there isn't enough
cash in the world
to get me to go
in there with you.
Al-Hawl refugee camp,
60 klicks from here.
At the fall of the ISIS
caliphate in Syria,
the camp was created to
house the left-behind wives,
widows, and children,
many of whom are orphans.
Doesn't look like the sun will
come out tomorrow over there.
ISIS brides biding their time
until the caliphate rises again.
Who's watching over this place?
The U.N. withdrew along
with the Red Cross
and other NGOs.
Officially, Kurdish YPG
are serving as the wardens.
But after having a dozen men
stabbed and ripped apart inside,
they stick to the perimeter.
The camp is run by
the women inside.
And we're gonna go in and
ask one of them for a favor.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Shit, man.
I'm not up for round two if
you've come back for more.
Man, I-I'm sorry
about the wrists.
I'm Clay.
Ben. You know, if I had known
that there was a team guy here,
I would've kept myself in check.
What gave it away?
Don't you know how
to spot a team guy?
He'll tell you.
Fair enough.
What about you?
Air Force.
Well, appreciate
you, uh, stepping in
when I... I bugged out.
Kept me from another
night in lockup.
What set you off?
It's all
those questions
at intake, man.
It's hard enough asking
for help, you know?
Why I got to open up a vein
and talk about homelessness
and PTS and shit?
Maybe that's how they find
out what you need help with.
No, what I need
is one night of sleep
without a nightmare.
One morning where I wake
up, feel like myself again.
Too many guys get home
from the battlefield
believing they'll never,
ever shake the things
they've seen and done.
I didn't ever come home
from the battlefield.
Like, literally.
Joined up to fly fighter jets,
and instead they got me up
in Langley killing people
tens of thousands of miles
away with a joystick.
Flying drones spared you from
ending up with one of these.
You kidding?
I'd much
rather have a robot leg
than whatever it
is I got going on.
You must think I'm pathetic,
being so whacked-out
from fighting war
in an air-conditioned box.
The worst injuries are the
ones that no one can see.
You know, it takes
balls asking for help,
staying in the fight
the way you are.
That's just it.
Chair Force never
put me in the fight.
Boots on the ground or
not, this war has given us
more blood and nightmares
than anyone can handle.
You know, this place is...
is to help guys like you.
Like us.
No one can handle
this on their own.
Well, what do you know?
Dr. fucking Phil
broke my wrist.
YPG source says that
this ISIS commander's wife...
Nimat Dahmash...
Lives in a tent here.
Uh, means crossing through
a large chunk of the camp
to even approach her.
Could go in undercover
as an electrical crew.
Lots of exposed wiring
in that video, I mean, maybe
they won't fuck with us
if they think we're
fixing their Wi-Fi.
Yeah, I'm not sure
that access to TikTok
will quell the bloodlust
of these ladies.
We saw how well they took to
any kind of outsiders, okay?
I say we just, you know, hit
'em with speed and surprise.
You know, the YPG say
they did deliver the food
same time every day
at this gate here,
across the camp
from Nimat's tent.
We could use the delivery to
pull some of the crowd away,
clear our path in.
Unless Nimat goes
over with them.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'll bet she doesn't.
Commander's wife will
hold the position of power
in the camp, probably has
underlings serving her.
Thins out the crowd.
We move in quick, no-viz,
concealed weapons.
Yeah, we'll beeline
for Nimat's tent,
- make our case.
- Total crapshoot, man.
Numbers against us,
enemy territory, no QRF.
- YPG will QRF if needed.
- That's great.
Man, we saw how those guys
freaking handle their shit
in the prison riot...
That went real well.
You know what, we
move out in 30.
Let's go.
Jace, you'll be with Omar
as he talks to Ms. Dahmash,
ideally out of sight of
the rest of the camp.
You do realize you
speak Arabic as well.
Yeah, which is
gonna come in handy
if I need to talk down any
of the thousand bystanders
I'm gonna keep off of your six.
Look, Omar looks the part.
He knows the culture.
He'll be able to create
trust with the wife.
And honestly,
there's nobody else
I'd rather have with
you in the lion's den.
Sorry, but you know what,
you know what, as OIC,
you do not actually have
tactical authority over me.
You do know that?
Right plan's the right plan.
Waiting for exfil
trucks... Brightest idea
- those two numbskulls ever had.
- Huh, about time Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern drew
the right straws.
All right, check
that out, will you?
Just when I thought I liked you.
All right, food delivery
will hit in a minute.
Great. Radio check.
- Check.
- Yep.
All right, keep your
weapons holstered.
Bravo 1, on you.
Okay, when the food
delivery drops,
that's when we roll, got it?
Got a PID on Nimat Dahmash.
All friends here.
Don't escalate it, just
keep your distance.
The fuck is he doing?
He's good, 1.
Nimat Dahmash?
What's he saying?
Allahu Akbar.
Can't make it out.
He's probably just
kissing the ring.
Yeah, well, he needs to work
on his ring-kissing skills.
Hey, something's off.
She sent those two
for reinforcements.
Ray and Sonny got our six.
You are American,
so let's speak
your vulgar tongue.
- What do you want?
- Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham Brigade.
Do you know this man?
And here, I thought you
were coming to apologize
about the drones that
destroyed my home
and forced me into this place.
It wasn't American drones.
It was Yasiri's drones.
Americans love to put weapons
in other people's hands
to do their dirty work.
The blood of my people
is on your hands.
Yasiri is our enemy
just like he's yours.
- We're hunting him.
- Hunting him? For what?
A man who has bathed in
the blood of the caliphate
is a hero to infidel
pigs like you.
Look, we're here
to take him out.
We just need your husband's
help to find him, that's all.
Your attack dog has gotten
off his leash, is that it?
Yasiri is not our attack dog.
We will soon punish him, just
as we will slit the throats
of those who empowered him.
It's getting
a little too crowded
for this infidel's taste.
I'm still wondering where
Nimat's two henchmen went
and who else might
come back with 'em.
Jason and Omar better
step on the gas.
Look, we're not
saying the U.S.
hasn't made mistakes
in the past.
Yeah, but someone else
is supplying his weapons,
and we caught their
wrath just like you did.
Those same drones that
destroyed your home
nearly killed us.
We want vengeance,
just like you.
My husband is off planning
his own vengeance.
Really? With what men?
What weapons?
By the time he gets
his army together,
it's gonna be too late.
Yasiri's militia,
the shadow force behind them,
will own this region.
You want to rise from the ashes?
You let us handle Yasiri.
Follow me.
- What are we doing?
- She said to follow her.
So, we're taking
orders from ISIS now?
Our only lead on Yasiri.
Good with this, 1?
This place is a maze, and
we're going deeper in it.
We're being led by the
leader of this camp.
Right now she's our
best protection.
Or she's parading
us before the slaughter.
What do you think, 1?
Omar's been dead-on
about her so far,
so we're Charlie Mike.
She's relaying our offer.
You sure about that?
Telling him straight,
word for word.
Uh, he wants to know if
we can make it look like
he did the hit on Yasiri.
We can do that.
All right, everybody
clear on the plan?
All right, look, we're gonna
let ISIS take credit for this.
Uh, it cannot look
professional, all right?
We got to make it appear sloppy.
So, we'll use .762 rounds.
I'll put suppressors on the AKs.
All right. Don't keep
the groups tight.
Keep the pattern
sporadic when engaging.
All right, let's kit
up, we roll out in 20.
Yasiri's location's
is a two-hour drive.
Hey, just hang
back for a second.
I just... I want to talk to
you about something, okay?
Look, if I stepped on your
toes back at the camp...
No, no, no. You
handled your shit.
We achieved mission
success because of you.
Whoa, was that a compliment?
Could I record that
so the guys will know?
Look, um...
the last two times that
we engaged with Yasiri,
it went sideways.
So I just want to make
sure before we roll out...
Oh, I see.
Praise is really just a
front for coaching me up.
No, I'm not coaching you up.
Look, I'm reading you in.
Ray's leaving. I'm
not going anywhere.
But in order for
Bravo to run smoothly,
Bravo 1 and its 2IC have
to trust each other.
Look, um...
All this combat that,
uh, that I've seen,
my body has
definitely kept score.
And sometimes when we
go outside the wire,
I need, you know, the
team to help me out.
Well, yeah, you can't
go 100,000 miles
without losing step.
I got my days, too.
Why there's a team
to fall back on.
Right, uh, it's...
it's more than that.
Look, I hid it
from my teammates.
I... I'm hiding
it from Command.
I have TBI.
I'm working the problem,
but it does flare up.
And when it flares up,
it's... it's a fucking bitch.
Our first brush with Yasiri.
Shit, I thought you
didn't trust me.
I... I didn't trust myself,
you know, to make a call,
to keep you safe.
Look, if this is
something that you need
to read Command in on, I'm...
You really think
you're fucking special?
Like you're the only old
bullfrog whose egg is cracked.
Shit, TBI is right up
there with stripper exes
and travel tattoos.
We may not talk about
'em, but we all got 'em.
Look, I might be the
new guy here on Bravo,
but I'll go shields up for
any one of my brothers.
Let's kit up.
I confess, I never
thought I'd see the day,
teaming up with ISIS.
You sure they're not
trying to set us up?
You know what, they
want Yasiri dead
just as much as we do.
Yeah, well, I've seen
enough dinosaur movies
to know that you can't
override instinct.
If they wanted to fuck with
us, we'd already be fucked.
Doesn't benefit
them to wipe us out.
Yasiri is their
roadblock right now.
Shit, you really
want to worry, Sonny?
Remember, the last time
we went after Yasiri,
he hit us with drones.
Who knows what other kind of
toys he's got up his sleeve?
Call it.
Jackpot.
All right, target's secure.
Let's get to work, boys,
you know what to do.
In and out of here in under ten.
Good?
Off target in two.
Sonny, how's that
barbecue coming along?
Set. Waiting on extract, boss.
- How we doing?
- Good to go, boss.
- Okay, let's roll.
- All right.
Last man Quinn, cleared hot.
Beat it, Brock-amole.
Hey, I was talking
to Naima earlier.
Apparently, our boy Spenser
saved the day at the center.
There was some patient
that was causing trouble.
Well, I'm glad that Blond
Cena's making himself useful.
Speaking of, Davis tipped me off
to some weird shit that
happened with the Mali ambush.
- Hmm?
- What's that mean?
The bad source that supposedly
set us up, it ain't true.
The Agency's still using him.
The official AAR
is full of shit.
What the
hell does that mean?
It fucking means that the brass
is covering something up.
The question is why.
I asked Davis to dig
deeper, and she wouldn't.
Oh.
This fucking medal
they're throwing at me,
complete cover, right?
Head-shed distraction tactic.
You can't read
that much into it.
Besides, whatever it is,
Bravo's got your back,
including Omar.
I read him in tonight
before we hit Yasiri.
You know, told
him about my head.
Really? Didn't
see that coming.
I thought you'd be
happy about it, man.
- You've been pushing for it.
- Yeah, I am.
I mean, I have been
pushing for it.
I just figured I'd be
pushing for a while.
You don't have a
while left, Ray.
Guess the end of the
road really is coming
for the two of us, huh?
And he's finally down.
I'm pretty sure I've
never heard "patriarchy"
used in a lullaby before.
Mm, well, you know, Brian
likes my ad-lib lyrics,
so, yeah.
Also, stop spying on me on
the baby monitor, please.
You should appreciate that I
can't take my eyes off you.
Is that what it is?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
- Mmm.
You're certainly in a good mood
since the vet center.
I'm thinking about
going back tomorrow.
Really?
You've taken a shine to
that kid, haven't you?
What can I say? He, uh...
he reminds me of Swanny.
Well, that's no faint praise.
I mean, in the, in the
best and worst ways.
Mm-hmm.
It also reminded
me that, you know,
last time I got injured, I...
I found a fight away
from the battlefield.
Do you think that
maybe this is...
This is a long-term
substitute for Green Team?
It was nice feeling like I
was making an impact with Ben.
I don't know.
Good reminder that I can never
stop working the problem.
Stay in that three-foot world,
you can get through anything.
I'm done with my
three-foot world.
That doesn't leave enough room
for what's really important.
You and Brian are
all that matters.
Yasiri's laptop still
uploading back to Davis?
Hopefully some receipts on who
his weapons sugar
daddy might be.
My money's on Tom Hanks.
Hold up, what's this?
Aftermath photos from
the drone strikes
they hit us with in Suluk.
Some sort of after
action report?
Maybe. I-I can't read it.
It's not Arabic, it's Farsi.
Why was Yasiri receiving
an AAR in Farsi?
Jacket says he's native
Syrian, he spoke Arabic.
Ma'am, I don't believe
he received that AAR.
Metadata shows he generated
it and sent it off.
Who the hell's up the
chain from Yasiri?
Who was he submitting it to?
Haven't yet determined
who. Only where.
- Perry.
- Ray, I need to confirm
that the HVT's laptop
has remained secure
in a Faraday case.
Affirm, why? What's going on?
Bravo needs to
take every measure
to stay blacked out
until I can ensure
you haven't been compromised.
Why the extra cloak
and dagger now?
I mean, Yasiri's
out of the picture,
and we're not on
his militia's radar.
The militia's not our concern.
The force behind them is.
Wait.
You figured out where
the weapons came from?
Their weapons, their funding,
their marching orders.
It's all coming
from the same place.
Iran.
That's who we've been battling.
- That's Yasiri.
We'll pull up, throw Yasiri
in the truck, and we're gone.
- Get us the fuck out of here.
- We're clean, let's do this!
Why don't you say what
really went down out there?
When it came time to execute,
you didn't think I could.
I used to
look at the future.
Now I'm scared of what's
around the next corner.
It was not the rifle
that made you shine.
You are still that guy.
Yasiri's militants are a
proxy for a state actor.
- Who?
- I'm trying to figure that out.
Instead of trying, start doing.
Says the guy who
twice had Yasiri
in his crosshairs
and came home empty.
Does the name Jacques
Tandina mean anything to you?
He's the SGS source that was
playing both sides in Mali.
The Agency is still using him.
Yasiri's squirting.
We're losing him again.
Hold tight, we're
going after the HVT.
Oh-ho, whoo! Hey!
Probably thinks that we have
leftovers for him.
I think we've tried every
mimosa in Vah Beach.
What do you mean, "we"?
I think it's finally happened.
I'm officially brunched out.
All this downtime has
turned me into brunch guy.
It's like a gateway
to popping your collar
and listening to yacht rock.
Oh, casual boozy meals
are a perk of downtime,
if you ask me.
Shame, though, you're
not gonna be getting
any eggs Benedict
in Afghanistan.
Yeah, nor any Jason Hayes.
At least you get to go back,
you know, finish
what you started.
Wish I could say
the same for Bravo.
Well, while I'm
helping my friend's NGO
get women to safety,
you can occupy yourself
as a sheepdog around here
till you get spun up again.
Oh, okay.
Have you talked to Clay
since he went home?
Ah, I want him to have
some time with his family,
though living in a
one-bedroom apartment
with a newborn, what he
really needs is space.
Are you sure you want
to be throwing stones
from this particular
glass hovel?
Oh, hovel? Did you hear that?
Hovel.
This is no hovel.
This place is great.
I'm not planning on living
here forever, that's for sure.
Oh! Really?
- Yeah.
- Where would you go?
Always wanted to
get an Airstream.
And live by the water.
Why is that so funny?
I wouldn't expect any
less from Bravo 1.
You like being able to drop
everything in 30 seconds
and run into the
fire with Bravo.
- Hmm.
- No judgment.
There you go.
To be honest, I'd
be more concerned
if you told me you had
a house in Key West
you had your eye on,
where you could spend
your days fishing.
Fishing. Caught.
To us, two sharks
always circling.
Yo, hey, you don't
need to be doing that.
What?
You don't need to be doing that.
Oh, come on, you've
made breakfast every day
since you've come
home. I can clean up.
I-I'm pretty sure there's
not enough household chores
to make up for walking
out on you and Brian.
Well, a week's worth
of you making omelets
is a good start.
But you could, you know,
afford to change up,
maybe throw in a German
pancake or something.
- Noted.
- Mm, good.
However, Professor, you know,
omelets are actually a metaphor.
Like breaking eggs,
making a mess.
And yet still providing
for your family.
- I get it.
- Right.
Seriously, though,
you... stop apologizing.
We both made mistakes
navigating your recovery.
Yeah, well, I'm not sure
that you being cautious
compares to me insisting
that everything is normal
and then losing my shit
when I finally realized
that it wasn't.
You're here now.
And between my sabbatical
and you taking a break
from Green Team...
I think we can slow down,
maybe figure out
what normal means.
How's your pain level?
I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't jonesing for a pill.
The doctor said that cravings
should lessen after ten days.
And you're almost
out of the woods.
I promise, I'm never wandering
into those woods again.
- Mm.
- Come here.
Oh, look at you, all busy
behind your big-girl desk.
Well, I'm trying to
clean out my inbox
before I head up to D.C.
Looks like I'm also gonna have
to clean up that puddle of sweat
you're dripping on my
floor there, Sonny.
Oh, yeah, just been doing
three-day workouts at the gym.
Yeah, I don't really
have anything much else
to do, since...
You know, I'm happy
Clay's doing Clay,
but I'm really gonna
miss putting on...
That
Mrs. Doubtfire brassiere
and helping out
with little Brian.
Now, had I known me sweating
profusely would, uh...
- Shut up, listen.
- Oh.
I just got an email from
a contact at the CIA
confirming that they still
rely on the SGS source
they used in our
target package in Mali.
The source that sold us
out, that got us ambushed,
that lost Clay's leg?
The fucker that I've
been dreaming about
putting six feet under?
That's the thing.
They swear that he
didn't double-cross us.
Oh, bullshit, that's
just the Agency
- covering their ass.
- I don't think so.
The official AAR came
down and said the source
had been taken out of play.
Something doesn't smell right.
So, I put in an RFI
for the case file
for the operation.
Once the red tape
clears, I'll know.
If the source was good,
then who fucked over Clay?
I'll try to find out,
put it on my list
along with getting
Bravo back to Syria.
If the war machine's
gonna try and pull
some sort of Pat
Tillman-style cover-up,
I tell you what, man,
someone's gonna pay for this.
I can't do anything until
I get that case file.
And even then, once I do
know the questions to ask,
the answers that we'll want
lie above my pay grade.
Davis, you need to think.
Okay, what about them
fancy committees of yours?
You know, a new
cake-eater friend
that might want to hook you up?
I mean, I'm trying to
understand how it works.
I mean, it looks real good.
- Hi!
- Oh, Mr. Hobart, welcome.
I wanted to say
thank you to you two.
Oh.
Thank you for what
you're doing here.
Oh...
Well, thank you
for your service.
Uh, our assistant
Kayla will show you
back to a nurse
for an assessment.
That's a pretty good
sign we're filling a gap
that desperately needed it.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Hey, what's going on?
- Oh.
Oh, look who it is.
- Hi.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hi!
- Look at this place.
A little center-warming gift.
- Thank you.
- It's very nice.
A little bamboo for good luck.
That's what it's supposed
to do... give you structure.
Ray said you were good
with him retiring,
but I did not believe it
until you walked in here.
Well, if you need any
tips on how to deal
with the 2IC, you
just let me know.
- Hilarious.
- Good, bad, the ugly,
- the unwanted.
- Mm!
You guys, this
place is incredible.
How many vets are
you able to treat?
Oh, we have room for
20 residents upstairs,
a group therapy room, kitchen,
quiet meditation room.
Oh, you guys thought
of everything.
- Yeah, well, she did.
- Let me show you around.
- Yes.
- It's impressive.
Ray, it's impressive,
finally found a reason
worth leaving the
teams for, my friend.
Oh, I appreciate you, brother,
but I'm not leaving just yet.
- Oh.
- And, in fact,
got a call from Command.
They want me to
come in next week.
Want to interview me about
your heroics in Mali.
No, fuck that. Man,
you kidding me?
No chest candy, no,
especially not for that op.
What happened to Clay.
Well, actually, I
talked to him earlier.
He's... sounds like
he's doing much better.
He and Stella may swing by.
Doesn't mean I should
get a medal for an op
that ended his
career. No, uh-uh.
So just make it go away.
No can do on this one, brother.
They're talking Navy Cross.
Navy Cross, Ray?
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
Command's got me
under the microscope.
You know, first Omar, now this.
You can't look over both
shoulders at the same time.
Can't.
Thank you, everyone.
Ma'am.
I was wondering if you
might have a moment
to speak privately.
- I'll catch up with you.
- Yes, ma'am.
Is there a problem, Lieutenant?
I was thinking
about what you said
about the repercussions
of not having a full view
of the playing field.
Oh, so what keeps me up at night
is now keeping you
up as well, also?
Yes, after I came across
some troubling information
that paints an
incomplete picture.
I believe you're in
a position to help me
fill in some of the blanks.
How so?
All signs suggest to me
that the militia group
that hit the USS Crampton
was backed by a state actor.
But we can't tell who
unless we send a team
back to Syria to finish
degrading al-Sham Brigade
and learn who's behind them.
You know such a decision
falls on SOCOM, not me.
And I also know that you
and the deputy commander
go way back to your first ship.
Oh, I guess you have read my CV.
If you were to whisper in
his ear to make this happen,
all of the glory will go to him
when the state actor
theory is confirmed,
and he will owe you
a favor in return.
A bold move... for a
woman that accused me
of advising her
to play politics.
What happens if your
theory isn't correct?
By finishing the
job with al-Sham,
we eliminate the extremists
who killed 20 American sailors.
Nothing for the brass
to be ashamed of there.
I would argue it's
a bigger black eye
to let this act go
unpunished, ma'am.
I don't disagree.
I'll see
what I can do.
Anything else, Lieutenant?
No. Thank you, ma'am.
Morning, gentlemen.
I realize your feet have
barely touched the ground here,
but you'll be spinning up.
Spinning up or handling
our unfinished business?
Well, you got your wish, Jace,
we're going back to Syria.
Your mission remains
a capture/kill
of Jamar Yasiri as a means of
degrading the al-Sham Brigade.
Additionally, you will
be gathering any intel
that may help expose a
more powerful entity,
likely a state actor
supporting the al-Sham Brigade.
Any ideas who that might be?
Turkey, Russia, Iran.
Even the Chinese.
Knowing what we're up against,
what type of additional
firepower are we packing?
Yeah, 'cause getting caught
naked by a fleet of drones
wasn't nearly as
fun as it sounds.
We're on our own.
S.A. mode, small footprint,
allowing us to
work more covertly
as we search for Yasiri.
There's no known
location on the HVT,
but there is promising intel.
After Bravo's engagement
with Yasiri's militia,
they carried out
their planned assault
of a nearby ISIS compound.
The ISIS casualties
were near total,
but chatter says a few of the
unit's leaders did escape,
and it's believed they've
discovered Yasiri's whereabouts.
- How does that help us?
- Are we gonna hook up
in a Yasiri survivors
support group?
The Agency will point us
towards those ISIS survivors,
we will make them an offer.
They give us Yasiri's location,
and we deliver the revenge
that they are too outgunned
and undermanned to execute.
Enemy of my enemy, right?
You're wheels up in eight hours.
Wheels up, boys.
Hey, Davis.
Any news on Mali? I'd
feel better leaving Clay
if I knew I was getting
justice for him.
Oh, nothing yet.
What, are you still waiting
to hear something, or...?
I told you, I got nothing.
Well, that's a non-answer
if I ever heard one.
Look, I don't have anything
to tell you about Mali
because I used all
the capital that I had
to get a team back to Syria.
You got to be shitting
me. What about Clay?
I couldn't ask for both,
okay? I had to choose.
And getting a team back to
Syria has global implications.
So, getting answers for
Clay is too small of stakes
for a big-game hunter.
- That is not what I said.
- You didn't have to.
Turn your back on your family
so you can go full cake-eater.
Okay.
Yep, congratulations, Davis.
Your abandonment of
Bravo is complete.
Did you get on this
hotel? Do you remember?
- Yeah.
- Great.
Clay. Hi.
- Hey.
- How are you?
Oh, you know, just taking
it one day at a time.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Stella sends her love
and congrats, by the way.
- Sorry, our babysitter bailed.
- Oh, no worries.
Hey, I guess we're
both flying solo
since Ray got spun up.
Uh, welcome. Hi, come on in.
Kayla here will
help you out, okay?
- Ready for the tour?
- Yeah.
- Let's do it.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, should I not
have mentioned Bravo?
No, look.
Last time they
left, I could admit
that it bothered me that
they got spun up without me.
But this time I can honestly
say that it doesn't.
Okay, good.
Could think of plenty of folks
who could have used
a place like this.
Yeah, thanks.
I can't take all the credit.
Ray definitely had a vision.
Well, found himself
another way to serve.
Yeah.
I told you, I
already filled those out!
- Okay?
- Hey.
- Listen!
- Hey! Hey, relax, okay?
Hey, wait just a...
Hey.
Easy, all right? Relax.
- Come on.
- Hey.
- Let me go!
- Relax.
Let go of me.
In you go, bud. That's it.
So, we're both leaving
for unfinished business.
Only one who loses is Cerby.
Cerby, he's definitely not
losing out, I'll tell you.
Theo cooks him a steak
practically every night.
- What?
- He's, he's getting
the better of the half.
Then we all win.
I don't know. You working
on Taliban's turf,
I don't really know
if that's a win,
especially if you don't have
Jason Hayes to protect you.
You saying you
don't want me to go?
Can't ask that.
I hope we're at a place where
you can ask me anything.
Anything but that.
If you asked me to
stand down, I'd say no.
I'd never ask that.
What's got you spinning?
I thought you'd be
thrilled to get a shot
at your unfinished
business in Syria.
Oh, I am, trust me.
I am, I am. But maybe
that's the problem.
Meanwhile, Ray and Clay
have found their
off-ramps from operating.
- You think they shouldn't?
- Not at all.
Just seeing them,
you know, move on
has got me thinking
about our future,
and I don't see any
off-ramps, all I see is Bravo.
I mean, what does that
say about me, right?
Despite all the work
that I've done on myself,
I cannot quit this war.
It says you know there's
still a lot of work
left to do... we both do.
When we drop everything
to do that work,
there's a price.
That price is the
collateral damage
on the folks we care about.
Look, I-I've heard
some alarm bells, too.
It's hard not to when
history has proven
that running into the fire
turns our relationships
into casualties.
But we're both running in.
That makes us different, right?
Oh, that's my Uber.
I'll see you, uh... see
you when I get home.
Yeah. All good.
- Get home safe.
- You, too.
A little dustier
than we left it.
Yeah. Well, the way we
scrambled out of here,
asses in hand, probably
forgot to tip the maid.
Ray, still nothing
from the Agency
on those potential ISIS targets?
They said they're still
synthesizing the latest intel.
All right, well, we don't hear
anything by tomorrow morning,
I got somewhere else
we can go to for help.
Roger that.
Yezda.
I see that trash-talking
seminar served you well.
Bravo Team.
What misfortune have you
returned to inflict upon us?
Yezda, it tore us up, having
to leave the way we did.
Looks like you stepped up
into the commander's boots.
With an assist from Bravo
Team. Why are you here?
We came back to take out Yasiri.
Weeks after his men
killed our commander,
after they attacked us again
and killed four of my sisters?
We can give you retribution
for Commander Nouri.
I know I want some.
So, go get it.
We hoped you might
help us with that.
You don't think
we've given enough?
We're just looking
for some info, okay?
You know, tune
you might've heard
listening to the ISIS
radio the way you do.
Word is, some of the ISIS
whose compound was destroyed
might know the
location of Yasiri.
We were hoping you could
point us in the direction
- of those ISIS.
- What do we get in return?
Empty apologies and promises
won't buy us weapons
to protect ourselves.
American money will.
Commander Nouri spoke of how
you threw it around in the past.
$50,000.
Done.
Done.
I hear the commander
at that ISIS compound
is said to be alive.
If anyone knows Yasiri's
location, it is him.
Where is this commander located?
In the wind.
But I hear his wife,
she is powerful
in her own right.
You want to make a
deal with the devil,
I can tell you
where to find her.
We're listening.
It's called Al-Hawl.
And before you even
think of asking,
there isn't enough
cash in the world
to get me to go
in there with you.
Al-Hawl refugee camp,
60 klicks from here.
At the fall of the ISIS
caliphate in Syria,
the camp was created to
house the left-behind wives,
widows, and children,
many of whom are orphans.
Doesn't look like the sun will
come out tomorrow over there.
ISIS brides biding their time
until the caliphate rises again.
Who's watching over this place?
The U.N. withdrew along
with the Red Cross
and other NGOs.
Officially, Kurdish YPG
are serving as the wardens.
But after having a dozen men
stabbed and ripped apart inside,
they stick to the perimeter.
The camp is run by
the women inside.
And we're gonna go in and
ask one of them for a favor.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Shit, man.
I'm not up for round two if
you've come back for more.
Man, I-I'm sorry
about the wrists.
I'm Clay.
Ben. You know, if I had known
that there was a team guy here,
I would've kept myself in check.
What gave it away?
Don't you know how
to spot a team guy?
He'll tell you.
Fair enough.
What about you?
Air Force.
Well, appreciate
you, uh, stepping in
when I... I bugged out.
Kept me from another
night in lockup.
What set you off?
It's all
those questions
at intake, man.
It's hard enough asking
for help, you know?
Why I got to open up a vein
and talk about homelessness
and PTS and shit?
Maybe that's how they find
out what you need help with.
No, what I need
is one night of sleep
without a nightmare.
One morning where I wake
up, feel like myself again.
Too many guys get home
from the battlefield
believing they'll never,
ever shake the things
they've seen and done.
I didn't ever come home
from the battlefield.
Like, literally.
Joined up to fly fighter jets,
and instead they got me up
in Langley killing people
tens of thousands of miles
away with a joystick.
Flying drones spared you from
ending up with one of these.
You kidding?
I'd much
rather have a robot leg
than whatever it
is I got going on.
You must think I'm pathetic,
being so whacked-out
from fighting war
in an air-conditioned box.
The worst injuries are the
ones that no one can see.
You know, it takes
balls asking for help,
staying in the fight
the way you are.
That's just it.
Chair Force never
put me in the fight.
Boots on the ground or
not, this war has given us
more blood and nightmares
than anyone can handle.
You know, this place is...
is to help guys like you.
Like us.
No one can handle
this on their own.
Well, what do you know?
Dr. fucking Phil
broke my wrist.
YPG source says that
this ISIS commander's wife...
Nimat Dahmash...
Lives in a tent here.
Uh, means crossing through
a large chunk of the camp
to even approach her.
Could go in undercover
as an electrical crew.
Lots of exposed wiring
in that video, I mean, maybe
they won't fuck with us
if they think we're
fixing their Wi-Fi.
Yeah, I'm not sure
that access to TikTok
will quell the bloodlust
of these ladies.
We saw how well they took to
any kind of outsiders, okay?
I say we just, you know, hit
'em with speed and surprise.
You know, the YPG say
they did deliver the food
same time every day
at this gate here,
across the camp
from Nimat's tent.
We could use the delivery to
pull some of the crowd away,
clear our path in.
Unless Nimat goes
over with them.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'll bet she doesn't.
Commander's wife will
hold the position of power
in the camp, probably has
underlings serving her.
Thins out the crowd.
We move in quick, no-viz,
concealed weapons.
Yeah, we'll beeline
for Nimat's tent,
- make our case.
- Total crapshoot, man.
Numbers against us,
enemy territory, no QRF.
- YPG will QRF if needed.
- That's great.
Man, we saw how those guys
freaking handle their shit
in the prison riot...
That went real well.
You know what, we
move out in 30.
Let's go.
Jace, you'll be with Omar
as he talks to Ms. Dahmash,
ideally out of sight of
the rest of the camp.
You do realize you
speak Arabic as well.
Yeah, which is
gonna come in handy
if I need to talk down any
of the thousand bystanders
I'm gonna keep off of your six.
Look, Omar looks the part.
He knows the culture.
He'll be able to create
trust with the wife.
And honestly,
there's nobody else
I'd rather have with
you in the lion's den.
Sorry, but you know what,
you know what, as OIC,
you do not actually have
tactical authority over me.
You do know that?
Right plan's the right plan.
Waiting for exfil
trucks... Brightest idea
- those two numbskulls ever had.
- Huh, about time Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern drew
the right straws.
All right, check
that out, will you?
Just when I thought I liked you.
All right, food delivery
will hit in a minute.
Great. Radio check.
- Check.
- Yep.
All right, keep your
weapons holstered.
Bravo 1, on you.
Okay, when the food
delivery drops,
that's when we roll, got it?
Got a PID on Nimat Dahmash.
All friends here.
Don't escalate it, just
keep your distance.
The fuck is he doing?
He's good, 1.
Nimat Dahmash?
What's he saying?
Allahu Akbar.
Can't make it out.
He's probably just
kissing the ring.
Yeah, well, he needs to work
on his ring-kissing skills.
Hey, something's off.
She sent those two
for reinforcements.
Ray and Sonny got our six.
You are American,
so let's speak
your vulgar tongue.
- What do you want?
- Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham Brigade.
Do you know this man?
And here, I thought you
were coming to apologize
about the drones that
destroyed my home
and forced me into this place.
It wasn't American drones.
It was Yasiri's drones.
Americans love to put weapons
in other people's hands
to do their dirty work.
The blood of my people
is on your hands.
Yasiri is our enemy
just like he's yours.
- We're hunting him.
- Hunting him? For what?
A man who has bathed in
the blood of the caliphate
is a hero to infidel
pigs like you.
Look, we're here
to take him out.
We just need your husband's
help to find him, that's all.
Your attack dog has gotten
off his leash, is that it?
Yasiri is not our attack dog.
We will soon punish him, just
as we will slit the throats
of those who empowered him.
It's getting
a little too crowded
for this infidel's taste.
I'm still wondering where
Nimat's two henchmen went
and who else might
come back with 'em.
Jason and Omar better
step on the gas.
Look, we're not
saying the U.S.
hasn't made mistakes
in the past.
Yeah, but someone else
is supplying his weapons,
and we caught their
wrath just like you did.
Those same drones that
destroyed your home
nearly killed us.
We want vengeance,
just like you.
My husband is off planning
his own vengeance.
Really? With what men?
What weapons?
By the time he gets
his army together,
it's gonna be too late.
Yasiri's militia,
the shadow force behind them,
will own this region.
You want to rise from the ashes?
You let us handle Yasiri.
Follow me.
- What are we doing?
- She said to follow her.
So, we're taking
orders from ISIS now?
Our only lead on Yasiri.
Good with this, 1?
This place is a maze, and
we're going deeper in it.
We're being led by the
leader of this camp.
Right now she's our
best protection.
Or she's parading
us before the slaughter.
What do you think, 1?
Omar's been dead-on
about her so far,
so we're Charlie Mike.
She's relaying our offer.
You sure about that?
Telling him straight,
word for word.
Uh, he wants to know if
we can make it look like
he did the hit on Yasiri.
We can do that.
All right, everybody
clear on the plan?
All right, look, we're gonna
let ISIS take credit for this.
Uh, it cannot look
professional, all right?
We got to make it appear sloppy.
So, we'll use .762 rounds.
I'll put suppressors on the AKs.
All right. Don't keep
the groups tight.
Keep the pattern
sporadic when engaging.
All right, let's kit
up, we roll out in 20.
Yasiri's location's
is a two-hour drive.
Hey, just hang
back for a second.
I just... I want to talk to
you about something, okay?
Look, if I stepped on your
toes back at the camp...
No, no, no. You
handled your shit.
We achieved mission
success because of you.
Whoa, was that a compliment?
Could I record that
so the guys will know?
Look, um...
the last two times that
we engaged with Yasiri,
it went sideways.
So I just want to make
sure before we roll out...
Oh, I see.
Praise is really just a
front for coaching me up.
No, I'm not coaching you up.
Look, I'm reading you in.
Ray's leaving. I'm
not going anywhere.
But in order for
Bravo to run smoothly,
Bravo 1 and its 2IC have
to trust each other.
Look, um...
All this combat that,
uh, that I've seen,
my body has
definitely kept score.
And sometimes when we
go outside the wire,
I need, you know, the
team to help me out.
Well, yeah, you can't
go 100,000 miles
without losing step.
I got my days, too.
Why there's a team
to fall back on.
Right, uh, it's...
it's more than that.
Look, I hid it
from my teammates.
I... I'm hiding
it from Command.
I have TBI.
I'm working the problem,
but it does flare up.
And when it flares up,
it's... it's a fucking bitch.
Our first brush with Yasiri.
Shit, I thought you
didn't trust me.
I... I didn't trust myself,
you know, to make a call,
to keep you safe.
Look, if this is
something that you need
to read Command in on, I'm...
You really think
you're fucking special?
Like you're the only old
bullfrog whose egg is cracked.
Shit, TBI is right up
there with stripper exes
and travel tattoos.
We may not talk about
'em, but we all got 'em.
Look, I might be the
new guy here on Bravo,
but I'll go shields up for
any one of my brothers.
Let's kit up.
I confess, I never
thought I'd see the day,
teaming up with ISIS.
You sure they're not
trying to set us up?
You know what, they
want Yasiri dead
just as much as we do.
Yeah, well, I've seen
enough dinosaur movies
to know that you can't
override instinct.
If they wanted to fuck with
us, we'd already be fucked.
Doesn't benefit
them to wipe us out.
Yasiri is their
roadblock right now.
Shit, you really
want to worry, Sonny?
Remember, the last time
we went after Yasiri,
he hit us with drones.
Who knows what other kind of
toys he's got up his sleeve?
Call it.
Jackpot.
All right, target's secure.
Let's get to work, boys,
you know what to do.
In and out of here in under ten.
Good?
Off target in two.
Sonny, how's that
barbecue coming along?
Set. Waiting on extract, boss.
- How we doing?
- Good to go, boss.
- Okay, let's roll.
- All right.
Last man Quinn, cleared hot.
Beat it, Brock-amole.
Hey, I was talking
to Naima earlier.
Apparently, our boy Spenser
saved the day at the center.
There was some patient
that was causing trouble.
Well, I'm glad that Blond
Cena's making himself useful.
Speaking of, Davis tipped me off
to some weird shit that
happened with the Mali ambush.
- Hmm?
- What's that mean?
The bad source that supposedly
set us up, it ain't true.
The Agency's still using him.
The official AAR
is full of shit.
What the
hell does that mean?
It fucking means that the brass
is covering something up.
The question is why.
I asked Davis to dig
deeper, and she wouldn't.
Oh.
This fucking medal
they're throwing at me,
complete cover, right?
Head-shed distraction tactic.
You can't read
that much into it.
Besides, whatever it is,
Bravo's got your back,
including Omar.
I read him in tonight
before we hit Yasiri.
You know, told
him about my head.
Really? Didn't
see that coming.
I thought you'd be
happy about it, man.
- You've been pushing for it.
- Yeah, I am.
I mean, I have been
pushing for it.
I just figured I'd be
pushing for a while.
You don't have a
while left, Ray.
Guess the end of the
road really is coming
for the two of us, huh?
And he's finally down.
I'm pretty sure I've
never heard "patriarchy"
used in a lullaby before.
Mm, well, you know, Brian
likes my ad-lib lyrics,
so, yeah.
Also, stop spying on me on
the baby monitor, please.
You should appreciate that I
can't take my eyes off you.
Is that what it is?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
- Mmm.
You're certainly in a good mood
since the vet center.
I'm thinking about
going back tomorrow.
Really?
You've taken a shine to
that kid, haven't you?
What can I say? He, uh...
he reminds me of Swanny.
Well, that's no faint praise.
I mean, in the, in the
best and worst ways.
Mm-hmm.
It also reminded
me that, you know,
last time I got injured, I...
I found a fight away
from the battlefield.
Do you think that
maybe this is...
This is a long-term
substitute for Green Team?
It was nice feeling like I
was making an impact with Ben.
I don't know.
Good reminder that I can never
stop working the problem.
Stay in that three-foot world,
you can get through anything.
I'm done with my
three-foot world.
That doesn't leave enough room
for what's really important.
You and Brian are
all that matters.
Yasiri's laptop still
uploading back to Davis?
Hopefully some receipts on who
his weapons sugar
daddy might be.
My money's on Tom Hanks.
Hold up, what's this?
Aftermath photos from
the drone strikes
they hit us with in Suluk.
Some sort of after
action report?
Maybe. I-I can't read it.
It's not Arabic, it's Farsi.
Why was Yasiri receiving
an AAR in Farsi?
Jacket says he's native
Syrian, he spoke Arabic.
Ma'am, I don't believe
he received that AAR.
Metadata shows he generated
it and sent it off.
Who the hell's up the
chain from Yasiri?
Who was he submitting it to?
Haven't yet determined
who. Only where.
- Perry.
- Ray, I need to confirm
that the HVT's laptop
has remained secure
in a Faraday case.
Affirm, why? What's going on?
Bravo needs to
take every measure
to stay blacked out
until I can ensure
you haven't been compromised.
Why the extra cloak
and dagger now?
I mean, Yasiri's
out of the picture,
and we're not on
his militia's radar.
The militia's not our concern.
The force behind them is.
Wait.
You figured out where
the weapons came from?
Their weapons, their funding,
their marching orders.
It's all coming
from the same place.
Iran.
That's who we've been battling.