SEAL Team (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 8 - Aces and Eights - full transcript
BRAVO heads to Amman, Jordan to find the Iranian General who has backed Yasiri's militia.
- Previously onSEAL Team...
- They're gonna take her alive.
It's the way it must be!
We can't tell you how
sorry we are for your loss.
We're getting pulled
back to the States tomorrow.
You are leaving us?
You're no warriors.
Gentlemen, I realize
your feet have barely touched
the ground here, but
you'll be spinning up.
Your mission remains a
capture/kill of Jamar Yasiri.
Additionally, you will
be gathering any intel
that may help expose a
more powerful entity.
Welcome, hi, come on in.
Too many guys get off
of the battlefield believing
they'll never shake the
things they've seen and done.
You know, this place is
to help guys like us.
Bravo Team, what misfortune
have you returned
to inflict upon us?
We came back to take out Yasiri.
Weeks after his men
killed our commander?
Word is, some of the ISIS
whose compound was destroyed
might know the
location of Yasiri.
Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham
Brigade, do you know this man?
And here, I thought you
were coming to apologize
about the drones that
forced me into this place.
It was Yasiri's drones.
Yasiri is our enemy
just like he's yours.
Jackpot.
Ray, I need to confirm
that the HVT's laptop
has remained secure
in a Faraday case.
Stay blacked out
until I can ensure
you haven't been compromised.
You figured out where
their weapons came from?
Their weapons, their funding,
it's all coming from
the same place... Iran.
- Ah!
- Let's fucking see
what I fucking
hauled in here, huh?
It's the magic. Here
comes the magic.
All right, naming rights
to Sonny's second-born.
- That's right.
- All right.
A massage from Brock.
The gift of eternal
enlightenment from Trent.
- You cannot put a price on that.
- No, you cannot.
All right, what'd I
miss? What did I miss?
Brock massages.
Just another poker
night in purgatory.
Please tell me that
was Command calling
telling us that we're
going back to work.
Because it's been over a week
and I'm starting to go crazy.
No, it was Naima, just
some vet center stuff.
Last I heard from the brass,
they're still trying to
wrap their heads around Iran
being the force behind
al-Sham Brigade.
Well, while
they wrap their heads,
we sit on our asses.
Unlike Brock, DoD's
keeping their cards close.
They got no choice. We
make a move that lets Iran
know we're onto 'em,
and things escalate.
Shoot it out with the
foot soldiers all you want,
but when you lock onto
the top, it's hold fire.
That part.
Yeah, it's puppet masters
protecting puppet masters.
Nobody wants World War III.
Especially not the
innocent people
under the control of
a reckless regime.
Well, I see Bravo 1
still does a mean
Johnny Chan impression.
- Yeah.
- Look at this, huh?
Hey, look, look,
anybody else think
that Jason's noggin
problems is just a long con
to take all our cash?
Hey, you can laugh, new
guy, it's all right.
Well, you do seem
to be a card shark.
Maybe all those headshots
gave you a beautiful mind.
Whoo, the one good thing
about a week in limbo
is we are one big happy family.
I got some
side action for you.
Raise the stakes, make
it a little exciting.
- Okay?
- What's up?
One hand, head-to-head.
- If I win, okay...
- Mm-hmm.
You stop all this crazy talk
about retiring in
a couple months.
Now, that is one time in my
life I will root for Sonny.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Come on...
I appreciate you, brother,
but I'd rather save my luck
for outside the wire.
Hey, we mix it up with
Iran, we're gonna need it.
You realize the discovery
of Iran's involvement
raises a whole minefield
of strategic questions
for SOCOM to consider?
I guess I'm
wondering, sir,
where we fall in
those considerations.
Our last trip here,
we got yanked home
in a heartbeat, and we still
had unfinished business.
Now, our mission's accomplished.
Look, if there's any follow-ons,
let us at 'em, all right?
We're clawing the walls here.
Walls still surrounded
by a dozen enemy groups,
including the remains
of Yasiri's militia,
who can't be happy
their leader got got.
There's no reason to believe
that Bravo is vulnerable
to retaliatory attacks.
The Agency has successfully
pushed the narrative that Yasiri
was taken out by ISIS.
You all are real good at
spinning those lies, aren't you?
Excuse me, Petty Officer?
Now, what happens when that
story of yours falls apart?
We just gonna stay
here and take that hit?
All right, check
it, Sonny. Come on.
Bravo Team will stand by
until further instructed.
Yes, sir. Roger that.
Sonny, what the
fuck was that back there?
Why you unloading on
Blackburn like that?
I mean, look, you know,
he's our boy and all,
but he's still our
executive officer.
- You can't do that.
- I know, I'm just getting sick
and tired of this head-shed
horseshit over our Mali op.
Okay, that's top of
the food chain politics
going on right there,
you cannot pin that
on Blackburn or DEVGRU.
All cogs in a corrupt machine.
Whatever they're hiding,
Davis might have dropped,
but I won't, and this
ain't no conspiracy,
Area 51 bullshit, Jas, okay?
Something happened on our op,
and they are trying
to cover it up.
I know, I know. I know.
I think they're trying to
make me a part of it, too.
What the hell you mean?
I'm up for the Navy
Cross for Mali.
I mean, that run you did saved
all our asses, especially Clay.
But them giving you that
medal focuses on what you did
and not what went wrong.
That's right, it puts
the spotlight on me.
Whatever was rotten, it
just stays in the shadows.
Now, a Navy Cross investigation,
that's gonna span across
your entire career, okay?
They might get wise to your TBI.
That's not what
I'm worried about.
You know how this works.
Extortion 17, Roberts Ridge,
all those families
trying to get answers,
and they cannot get the truth.
DoD wants to bury something,
they bury it eight miles deep.
That's why I'm not gonna
stop digging, okay?
And this investigation that
they're gonna do to you,
you don't have shit
to worry about, okay,
'cause the team will have
your back as we always do.
Besides, how many
shots has Bravo 1 taken
home and away?
Has one of those
shots landed? No.
I've had plenty of
consequences, Sonny, plenty.
Yeah, look at you now.
You're rolling pretty
with eight and a half
of your nine lives.
As galling as we
all find the fact that Tehran
would use a proxy for us
to carry out this attack
on an American vessel,
I'm yet to be presented
with any appropriate response.
Simply no appetite for
open aggression with Iran.
Due respect, Admiral.
We may have a more
specific target.
- More specific?
- Sir, our enemy is one man.
Iranian General Afshin Rajavi.
Communications with
al-Sham Brigade leadership
show that General Rajavi was
giving them their orders,
supplying weapons, and
personally directed
the attack on the USS Crampton.
General Rajavi is one of the
most highly placed figures
in Tehran.
Why get his hands
dirty with that?
To keep Iran's
plausibly clean, sir,
while he advances their
interest in the region.
Theory is, the use of Russian
missiles in that attack
was an attempt to further
pull our attention
away from the Middle
East toward Moscow.
But that misdirection failed,
drew our SEALs into Syria
and exposed Rajavi as the
figure behind al-Sham Brigade,
a force which has
now been degraded.
- It's a closed loop.
- Except, sir,
the Cramptonattack
was only one salvo
in a campaign of
clandestine operations
Rajavi was waging in the region.
Carried out under his
orders with the full backing
and resources of Iran,
while giving them distance
from the resulting bloodshed.
We'll take a look. Thank you.
With all due respect, sir,
without action against Rajavi,
we are begging for
another Ukraine,
inviting Iran to
launch an offensive
that will change the
geopolitical landscape
for a generation.
Our chance to stop
that is now. It's him.
We are not venturing
into a sovereign nation
to eliminate a sitting general.
If Rajavi is as hands-on
with these global actions
as it sounds, he must
travel quite a bit.
Stands to reason, sir.
If someone can find an
angle of attack on him
outside Iranian borders without
implicating U.S. forces,
I can see greenlighting
action on him.
Yes, sir.
You rub on that thing enough,
maybe the op genie appears,
grants us some action.
Jas, you know Sonny
getting salty with Command
is not gonna make them
any quicker to task us
- or bring us home.
- I talked to him.
You got his ass screwed
back in the right direction?
I just realized
mine hasn't been.
You know, I've just been looking
over my shoulder so much,
decommissioning, Omar,
medal investigation.
First two storms have passed.
You'll weather the next one.
Right, I'll walk away just fine,
when Clay, Hamal, and
Commander Nouri didn't.
You've taken your share
of damage too, brother.
Right, and I got to
move on every time,
while Clay is just
stuck living in his.
Jas, there's a big difference
between living in your hurt
and living with it.
Now, Clay, he's doing great.
He's at the center
every day paying forward
the support that you gave him.
I don't need a cheerleader, Ray.
Sure.
You need a target.
Downtime's nobody's friend.
All right. I'll
leave you to it.
Hey, Ben.
We missed you at the
group session, man.
Two of our guys discovered
they both got injured
during Operation Iron Harvest.
Touching. I can't wait to hear
what happens on the next
episode of Cry Coach.
Yo, hey. You good?
Naima told me that you
missed your appointment
with the V.A. yesterday.
I'm exhausted.
I thought sleeping in a bed
here instead of my truck
would have helped.
You still looking for that
sleep without a nightmare?
Nightmares are easier
to handle than reality
when I'm lying
awake at 2:00 a.m.
wondering where I go from here.
Well, that career counselor
have any leads for you?
Facilities maintenance
at Fort Lee
or Air Station Oceana.
Thought Top Gun was cool,
wait till you see the guys
that fix those guys' shitters.
Look, hey, you... do you
ever think about just, like,
trying something completely new?
Like going to school, or just
try leaving the military behind?
Just let 'em off the hook?
- What do you mean?
- They did this to me.
I walked into that Air
Force recruiting office
gaslit by all that "Aim high,
fly, fight, win" bullshit.
Well, I never got off
the fucking ground,
fought dirty, and I've
been losing ever since.
Air Force broke me.
It's on them to put
me back together,
start with a job.
Look, the military is a
lot better at breaking us
than it is fixing us.
Maybe that's why it's best
for you just to cut ties,
you know, just try and
move on with your life.
Yeah, from the guy
who gave 'em a leg
and still lurks around
base begging for more.
I got a fresh box
of coffin nails
screaming to be smoked.
See ya.
Hey, hey.
Look, 2:00 a.m. hits hard.
You got my number.
Yo, we catch
anything from Command?
- Ah, crickets.
- Too bad.
Bravo seems to
prefer chaos to calm.
Jason especially.
Yeah, well, Bravo 1 can't
have a one-track mind
- outside the wire.
- Huh.
What do you do when he
gets frustrated like this?
You know, I worked
with team leaders
who want an ego massage,
others who want
a drinking buddy,
others who wanna be
left the fuck alone.
Oh.
You're looking for
the Jason Hayes
2IC user manual, huh?
At least the "don't feed
after midnight" bullet points,
while you're still around.
Fair enough.
Um... yeah, usually, he
just needs, you know,
time and space to shark around.
Hard part is knowing when
there's a deeper problem.
I mean, the guy's endured
as much loss as any Frogman.
- He seems to manage it.
- Better now than ever.
I mean, part of me
still worries that
that next blow will break
that dam of trauma inside him.
Yeah, how do you
help prevent that?
Well, the truth is,
for the past year Clay's done
most of the heavy lifting.
I mean, he's the one
that woke Jason up
to his head issues.
Didn't back down
when it got ugly.
He put Jason on the
path to healing.
You know, whatever
you take from me,
you should take
some from Clay, too.
Do not be afraid to
call Bravo 1 out.
Okay.
So, I just gotta do the job
of two of the best
Frogmen in DEVGRU.
Easy fucking day.
I'm glad we're on the same page.
Yo, I'm gonna get back
to this work, but...
I'll catch you later.
Ma'am?
Latest SIGINT from Syrian
extremists shows an uptick
in the questioning
of Yasiri's death
and whether it was actually
at the hands of ISIS.
Might just be more noise than
signal at this point, but...
Our cover story's unraveling.
Okay, we need to work faster.
Where are we on General
Rajavi's travel history?
Documented appearances
in Beirut, Baghdad,
Aleppo, and Northern Yemen
over the past two months.
Did we have any advance
indications of those visits?
We need to turn where he's
been into where he's going.
Retrospective analysis
doesn't show any pattern
to project forward.
Rajavi's meticulous about
switching up aircrafts,
changing residences,
leaving zero footprints.
Financials show any
chink in the armor?
Any personal spending patterns?
Negative, financials
all seem to go
through the same murky channels
that bankroll the
weapons and fighters.
Hang on. What's this here?
His name is Reza Khoi.
He's the head of Karaj Capital,
a multinational
financial services firm
based in Iran.
The funds used for General
Rajavi's global attacks
all go through this man.
Khoi's grip on General
Rajavi's war chest
suggest that he's also
aware of his movements.
And unlike Rajavi,
we know that Khoi
is currently out of Iran
working from his
corporate office
in Amman, Jordan.
Potential special activities op?
If Bravo can get close to Khoi,
hack into his
communications with Rajavi,
it could reveal an
opportune time and place
that the general
will be vulnerable.
Bravo 3, this is 1, looks
like HVT's clocking out
for the night.
It's past 11:00.
Whatever happened
to banker's hours?
Khoi's gotta roll
his sleeves up,
run a legit brokerage
and launder cash
for General Rajavi's
world tour of terror.
We swap the rubble of Syria
for the bright lights of Amman,
still end up in the dust.
Look, no one's getting
comfortable here, all right?
Davis says that Khoi is
flying out tomorrow night
to some conference in Shanghai.
China's a no-go for us.
And our cover story
for the Yasiri hit
won't hold much longer.
Rajavi's gonna get
wise to the fact
that we're onto him soon.
Security Khoi rolls with here,
getting within hacking range
of his tech is no easy feat.
Doing a pattern of life
to find a security lapse
- could take weeks.
- We got hours.
The clock's ticking.
Clock is ticking, boys.
What's the word
from this damn mountaintop?
Hey, your recon from last
night indicate we can get close
- to Khoi at his residence?
- Filthy with security.
A laser-beam shark short
of Dr. Evil's volcano.
Which means the
best shot we have
at tapping this guy's data
is when he's in his office.
Yeah, his need to look legit
means he's got less
firepower around.
Plus the building's
got other businesses
in the lower floors.
Gives us cover to work
our way up to Khoi's.
You know, the vacant
office right above his
should be within range to
use a sniffer on his Wi-Fi.
We could rip his laptop,
shouldn't take more
than ten minutes.
Less firepower around,
what's that mean?
Three to four guards
roaming Khoi's floors,
all wearing the same gray suits.
I haven't had time to
nail down their patterns.
Which we won't have.
Command made it very clear
that this has to
happen today, right?
So, we sit on the bench
for a week in Syria,
and now they're in a rush,
so we gotta do it
quick and dangerous?
All right, look, why do
you got the bug up your ass
about accountability,
Sonny, huh?
Remember, all right, we're
going after the dirtbag
who took out 20
American sailors, okay?
- So, dial it the fuck in.
- Roger that.
Khoi's punching in.
All right. Hey,
let's go to work.
Sweaty in business casual.
I built my whole life
around avoiding this.
Yeah. Come on.
Sniffer's not finding
Khoi's network.
Bravo 3, this is Mako 1.
Is the HVT still in
his office, laptop on?
Bravo 3, this is
Mako 1, do you copy?
Bravo 3, this is
Mako 1, do you copy?
Might all be part
of the same problem.
Hold here.
- I'll be right back.
- I'll keep trying.
1, do you copy?
1, do you copy?
Mako.
Say again, 1.
You're broken, but
you're readable.
- What's up?
- We have a problem here.
Seems that we're up against
some type of signal jammer.
It's disrupting
comms and other tech.
We can try workarounds
with the computer,
but we'll still be in
the cone of silence.
Can you hold it where you are?
Negative. Too far away from 4.
If a gray suit pops out of
that stairwell near him,
he's screwed.
If you go back to the office,
you're both working blind.
I'll stick with my brother.
I'm heading back in. We'll
work quick, going dark.
I don't like
'em being in there
with no eyes and ears.
Especially when
them gray jackets
are getting stirred
up about something.
Might have to do with
that. Check out the street.
Hey.
What's this?
It's the VIP.
More guards in the mix.
Bravo 1, this is 3.
Security's doing a sweep
and making their way
up to our guys' pos.
- Do you copy?
- Copy.
- What's the move?
- You stay here.
I'm going up.
Work trip, yeah.
Dry heat, my ass, right?
Come on, Jas.
Still not getting through.
We're running out of options.
Hey. We need to move.
Now. Let's go.
Get what we're after?
- Not even close.
- Just lucky to get out.
I take it you
two corporate raiders
didn't close the deal.
Khoi's got a
firewall around him,
we couldn't even tap
into his damn network.
Oh, and that puts
us absolutely nowhere.
Tell you what, man, why
don't we go to Petra
and make something of
this godforsaken trip?
- Yo, we might not be nowhere.
- What's that mean?
So, I overheard the two
guards running their mouths
in the elevator through
Jason's open comms.
Khoi's guy mentioned
accompanying his boss
to an event tonight
at the Amman Citadel
before they head to China.
And it looks like it'll
be one hell of a party.
Booze, women... Maybe
his defenses come down.
If we get close to him there,
maybe we can take a swing
at cloning his phone
- before he gets on his flight.
- Aw, man, the phone's
probably just as hack-proofed
as the computer is.
Hold on, you know, the
route between the party
and the airport, there's
a lot of dead spaces here.
- What's that mean?
- What does it mean?
You know what, we
got one last shot
of getting this guy
Khoi before he vanishes.
Now, the scalpel,
it's not working...
Too delicate with this
guy. Gotta drop the hammer,
get the guy himself.
Jason, we don't need
Khoi, we need his data.
Well, how far did that get
us? Got us nowhere, okay?
Phone's out. Forget the phone.
Okay, Khoi leaves the
shindig, middle of the night,
one of those dead zones,
vehicle interdiction.
We smash and
grab this motherfucker
and squeeze him for all he
knows about the general.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You're making it sound
like we're not talking
a dozen variables
that could spell disaster, Jas.
Khoi's guards, they're no joke.
The vehicle's up-armored,
and we got, what,
eight hours before
this party kicks off?
- Come on.
- So, let's get to work.
Certain factors took the
op out of Bravo's control,
but their team leader
has informed me
they're exploring
alternate avenues.
Excellent work, everyone.
Can I speak to you privately?
My team busted their asses
to get Bravo to
the 10-yard line,
and then Bravo fumbled it.
Didn't seem like that long ago
that Bravo was your
team, win or lose.
The boulder that
I pushed up a hill
to send them back to
Syria, to get the brass
zeroed in on Rajavi, it
cannot come rolling back down.
There's too much riding on it.
What other avenues
are they pursuing?
Jason had me reach out to a
mutual contact in the area.
Jordanian American, former
OGA who can pull some strings
to facilitate a
second run on Khoi.
Well, what help do they need
with another data extraction?
They've pivoted to
apprehending Khoi himself.
Details beyond that, I trust
them enough not to ask.
Then I will.
What happens when General
Rajavi's money man vanishes?
He will know we are hunting him
and he will go even
deeper underground.
Right now, all I am focused on
is pulling for Bravo's success.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Keep a wide berth. Give
the rabbit some room.
1, this is 3.
Moving to phase line two.
- Spiking the punch.
- Copy, 3.
Sonny's on the way to
plant the kill switch
on Khoi's vehicle.
Your Jordanian buddy delivered,
getting him into that party.
Sure did. A hell of a lot easier
for him to scam some tickets
into the party than
getting this fucking bird.
So, HVT hits the road,
they'll kill the engine,
we'll swoop in and do an
air-to-ground interdiction.
It sounds simple.
Yeah. Let's hope.
Yeah. Oh.
Yeah, hey. Yeah, but...
Yeah. I tripped.
These roads here are...
Security!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Told 'em you're an auto exec,
can't resist getting a close
look at a nice chassis.
Well, Hefner here, you know
what I'm talking about?
Am I right, yeah, huh?
Yeah, look, we should
get back to the party.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Hey.
Hey, guys.
You get it done?
Yep.
This is 2, the magnet
is on the fridge.
2 and 3 both burned,
falling back to our truck.
Do you hear that?
No. Brian wake up?
No. It's quiet.
Oh, wow.
Hi, thoughts and
inner monologue,
it's been so long.
Don't let me interrupt.
What's new with the
voice in your head?
She's good.
She's good, yeah.
What about yours?
What is it?
I'm, uh...
I don't think I wanna
go back to Green Team.
What do you mean? Do...
Do you wanna go
back to operating?
If we weren't anchored here,
where would you wanna go?
Like, if you could pursue
whatever you wanted, wherever,
raise Brian anywhere?
Why?
Because so much of our life
has just been about me.
You know, my job, my
schedule, my struggles.
Mm-mm, no, no,
no. They're ours.
- Come on, writer.
- I'm serious.
Tell me the next chapter.
Oh, God...
Okay.
Mm, Mendocino Coast.
A little clapboard cottage.
Um, I teach and I
work on my novel,
which is, of course, brilliant,
but still very much
best-seller accessible.
And the three of
us, we go on a walk
every sunset on the beach.
Yeah. If you're asking.
I am.
Look, I've been talking to Ash
about picking our
TBI crusade back up,
but I can do that from anywhere.
You're actually serious?
Ever since we met, I never
wanted to stop surprising you.
Oh, sorry.
- It's Ben.
- Go ahead.
Hey, Ben, what's up?
Clay, need your help here.
Yo, what's going on,
man? Where are you?
Behind the strip
mall in Hampton,
Highway 6 and
Temple. Can you come?
Hey, hey, well, slow
down, slow down.
What's going on?
Ben?
- What is it?
- I don't know.
He sounded frantic.
Well, you said he was spinning
last time you saw him.
Yeah.
Maybe I should go check on him.
Sure.
All right, I'll be
back soon, okay?
- Love you.
- Love you.
Okay, I'll be hearing from
you tomorrow. Thank you.
Bravo, stand by.
HVT may be making his exit.
Bravo, this is Mako 1.
HVT is boarding a
private helicopter.
I say again, he is leaving
by air, not ground.
Copy, HVT leaving by helo.
What the fuck?
Mako 1, HVT's bird,
does it have a
HeloSAT or an antenna?
It's a HeloSAT. Why,
what are you thinking?
I'm thinking we kill the comms
before we do an interdiction.
1, say again, interdict?
Yeah, we're gonna do a
helo-to-helo interdiction.
The hell did he just say?
1, I don't see
that as an option.
Have your follow
vehicle trail us.
1, we've never tried
a helo-to-helo before.
Page of the tactical Kama Sutra
we do not need to explore.
Bravo 1, head-shed
doesn't deserve you
to put yourself on
the line like this.
Your call.
Bravo 2, what's your read?
It's a Hail Mary.
I said, Bravo 2,
what's your read?
Bravo 2.
Air interdiction's
our only bullet left.
Say the word.
- We're spinning up.
- All right.
Trying to get an angle
on their HeloSAT.
Jackpot! Their comms are cut.
Signal them down.
They're not responding.
This'll get their attention.
They're putting down.
What are you doing?
You actually came.
Air Force Recruitment Center.
This where you enlisted?
The scene of the crime.
Your ninja skills
help me get in there,
we can do to their office
what they did to me.
- You don't wanna do that.
- You told me
I should cut ties
with the service.
Can't just walk away,
let some other kid
get suckered in there.
Torching this place might
actually do some fucking good,
and redeem me for all
the blood on my hands.
Hey, stop, stop, stop!
You trying to get caught?
Let's go someplace else,
we can talk this through.
There's security patrol
right down the way, man.
If you're not here
to help, fuck off.
This is only gonna mess
your life up even worse.
What you're fighting
through right now,
this isn't gonna fix it.
Mm, you're probably right.
It won't fix me.
Nothing will at this point.
- That's not true.
- Oh, yes, it is.
My life already ended
here at one point.
Don't need to stick around...
to see it happen again.
- You fucking pulled it off.
- It's not over yet.
Sonny, check it.
Hey, turn him.
- Let's talk.
- You're a businessman,
so you know how this deal goes.
Give us the intel we
need, this stays smooth.
Or you're gonna feel the pain
of us getting it out of you.
What is it I can do for
the American government
to go back to my
evening, gentlemen?
General Rajavi, you
handle his finances.
You know when and where we
can find him outside Iran.
All of my thriving
business interests,
and that nasty rumor is the
one you want to discuss?
I would be remiss not
to loop in my attorneys.
Do you think a mid-air chase
and your two dead guards
was a warm-up to getting
your lawyers involved?
Rajavi, when and where?
Or they're gonna find
your fucking body
in a burning chopper.
I'm afraid those mid-air
theatrics were all for naught.
Great, strap him
in. Burn the fucker.
- Douse it.
- All right.
- Come on.
- All right, all right.
I may have heard that Mr. Rajavi
will be traveling
three days from now.
- Where?
- Blasim Airfield, Mosul, Iraq.
If you need more than my word,
my phone is in my
inner left pocket.
Uses retinal scan.
Check it.
All the verification you
will need is in there.
Yeah, well, we're
gonna hold onto you
- until we can confirm that.
- Then what happens to me?
Better than what's gonna
happen to the general.
Stuff him in the fucking truck.
- Just put the fucking gun down.
- Go!
Look, I'm not leaving you, okay?
- This isn't the answer.
- You said so yourself.
Military and politicians ain't
gonna put us back together.
Maybe this'll wake 'em up.
Look, my... my buddy shot
himself four years ago
in the V.A. parking lot.
You think it made a difference?
I'm not letting you
follow in his footsteps.
Look, the only thing that
the American war machine
has proven that it's capable of
is chewing up and spitting
out its war fighters.
But we gotta stay in the fight.
I told you, our war is over.
- It's over.
- Maybe.
But guys like you are
worth fighting for.
I went from being considered
one of the biggest badasses
on the planet to an
object of pity at work
and a threat at home.
And it put me right
where you are weeks ago.
I had a rifle, a spot
picked out in the woods,
I didn't see a path back.
And then someone found
me, and they led me out.
Wish I had teammates like that.
This fucking war is
in its third decade.
Man, guys like us,
we're not alone.
Maybe that's why I was saved,
so I could be here for you.
Your brother.
You really think that's
how this shit works?
I don't know, man, there's
gotta be some point
to all of it, right?
I'll help you find it.
Hey, look at me.
Just give me the gun.
Thanks, for looking out for me.
Easy day.
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- They're gonna take her alive.
It's the way it must be!
We can't tell you how
sorry we are for your loss.
We're getting pulled
back to the States tomorrow.
You are leaving us?
You're no warriors.
Gentlemen, I realize
your feet have barely touched
the ground here, but
you'll be spinning up.
Your mission remains a
capture/kill of Jamar Yasiri.
Additionally, you will
be gathering any intel
that may help expose a
more powerful entity.
Welcome, hi, come on in.
Too many guys get off
of the battlefield believing
they'll never shake the
things they've seen and done.
You know, this place is
to help guys like us.
Bravo Team, what misfortune
have you returned
to inflict upon us?
We came back to take out Yasiri.
Weeks after his men
killed our commander?
Word is, some of the ISIS
whose compound was destroyed
might know the
location of Yasiri.
Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham
Brigade, do you know this man?
And here, I thought you
were coming to apologize
about the drones that
forced me into this place.
It was Yasiri's drones.
Yasiri is our enemy
just like he's yours.
Jackpot.
Ray, I need to confirm
that the HVT's laptop
has remained secure
in a Faraday case.
Stay blacked out
until I can ensure
you haven't been compromised.
You figured out where
their weapons came from?
Their weapons, their funding,
it's all coming from
the same place... Iran.
- Ah!
- Let's fucking see
what I fucking
hauled in here, huh?
It's the magic. Here
comes the magic.
All right, naming rights
to Sonny's second-born.
- That's right.
- All right.
A massage from Brock.
The gift of eternal
enlightenment from Trent.
- You cannot put a price on that.
- No, you cannot.
All right, what'd I
miss? What did I miss?
Brock massages.
Just another poker
night in purgatory.
Please tell me that
was Command calling
telling us that we're
going back to work.
Because it's been over a week
and I'm starting to go crazy.
No, it was Naima, just
some vet center stuff.
Last I heard from the brass,
they're still trying to
wrap their heads around Iran
being the force behind
al-Sham Brigade.
Well, while
they wrap their heads,
we sit on our asses.
Unlike Brock, DoD's
keeping their cards close.
They got no choice. We
make a move that lets Iran
know we're onto 'em,
and things escalate.
Shoot it out with the
foot soldiers all you want,
but when you lock onto
the top, it's hold fire.
That part.
Yeah, it's puppet masters
protecting puppet masters.
Nobody wants World War III.
Especially not the
innocent people
under the control of
a reckless regime.
Well, I see Bravo 1
still does a mean
Johnny Chan impression.
- Yeah.
- Look at this, huh?
Hey, look, look,
anybody else think
that Jason's noggin
problems is just a long con
to take all our cash?
Hey, you can laugh, new
guy, it's all right.
Well, you do seem
to be a card shark.
Maybe all those headshots
gave you a beautiful mind.
Whoo, the one good thing
about a week in limbo
is we are one big happy family.
I got some
side action for you.
Raise the stakes, make
it a little exciting.
- Okay?
- What's up?
One hand, head-to-head.
- If I win, okay...
- Mm-hmm.
You stop all this crazy talk
about retiring in
a couple months.
Now, that is one time in my
life I will root for Sonny.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Come on...
I appreciate you, brother,
but I'd rather save my luck
for outside the wire.
Hey, we mix it up with
Iran, we're gonna need it.
You realize the discovery
of Iran's involvement
raises a whole minefield
of strategic questions
for SOCOM to consider?
I guess I'm
wondering, sir,
where we fall in
those considerations.
Our last trip here,
we got yanked home
in a heartbeat, and we still
had unfinished business.
Now, our mission's accomplished.
Look, if there's any follow-ons,
let us at 'em, all right?
We're clawing the walls here.
Walls still surrounded
by a dozen enemy groups,
including the remains
of Yasiri's militia,
who can't be happy
their leader got got.
There's no reason to believe
that Bravo is vulnerable
to retaliatory attacks.
The Agency has successfully
pushed the narrative that Yasiri
was taken out by ISIS.
You all are real good at
spinning those lies, aren't you?
Excuse me, Petty Officer?
Now, what happens when that
story of yours falls apart?
We just gonna stay
here and take that hit?
All right, check
it, Sonny. Come on.
Bravo Team will stand by
until further instructed.
Yes, sir. Roger that.
Sonny, what the
fuck was that back there?
Why you unloading on
Blackburn like that?
I mean, look, you know,
he's our boy and all,
but he's still our
executive officer.
- You can't do that.
- I know, I'm just getting sick
and tired of this head-shed
horseshit over our Mali op.
Okay, that's top of
the food chain politics
going on right there,
you cannot pin that
on Blackburn or DEVGRU.
All cogs in a corrupt machine.
Whatever they're hiding,
Davis might have dropped,
but I won't, and this
ain't no conspiracy,
Area 51 bullshit, Jas, okay?
Something happened on our op,
and they are trying
to cover it up.
I know, I know. I know.
I think they're trying to
make me a part of it, too.
What the hell you mean?
I'm up for the Navy
Cross for Mali.
I mean, that run you did saved
all our asses, especially Clay.
But them giving you that
medal focuses on what you did
and not what went wrong.
That's right, it puts
the spotlight on me.
Whatever was rotten, it
just stays in the shadows.
Now, a Navy Cross investigation,
that's gonna span across
your entire career, okay?
They might get wise to your TBI.
That's not what
I'm worried about.
You know how this works.
Extortion 17, Roberts Ridge,
all those families
trying to get answers,
and they cannot get the truth.
DoD wants to bury something,
they bury it eight miles deep.
That's why I'm not gonna
stop digging, okay?
And this investigation that
they're gonna do to you,
you don't have shit
to worry about, okay,
'cause the team will have
your back as we always do.
Besides, how many
shots has Bravo 1 taken
home and away?
Has one of those
shots landed? No.
I've had plenty of
consequences, Sonny, plenty.
Yeah, look at you now.
You're rolling pretty
with eight and a half
of your nine lives.
As galling as we
all find the fact that Tehran
would use a proxy for us
to carry out this attack
on an American vessel,
I'm yet to be presented
with any appropriate response.
Simply no appetite for
open aggression with Iran.
Due respect, Admiral.
We may have a more
specific target.
- More specific?
- Sir, our enemy is one man.
Iranian General Afshin Rajavi.
Communications with
al-Sham Brigade leadership
show that General Rajavi was
giving them their orders,
supplying weapons, and
personally directed
the attack on the USS Crampton.
General Rajavi is one of the
most highly placed figures
in Tehran.
Why get his hands
dirty with that?
To keep Iran's
plausibly clean, sir,
while he advances their
interest in the region.
Theory is, the use of Russian
missiles in that attack
was an attempt to further
pull our attention
away from the Middle
East toward Moscow.
But that misdirection failed,
drew our SEALs into Syria
and exposed Rajavi as the
figure behind al-Sham Brigade,
a force which has
now been degraded.
- It's a closed loop.
- Except, sir,
the Cramptonattack
was only one salvo
in a campaign of
clandestine operations
Rajavi was waging in the region.
Carried out under his
orders with the full backing
and resources of Iran,
while giving them distance
from the resulting bloodshed.
We'll take a look. Thank you.
With all due respect, sir,
without action against Rajavi,
we are begging for
another Ukraine,
inviting Iran to
launch an offensive
that will change the
geopolitical landscape
for a generation.
Our chance to stop
that is now. It's him.
We are not venturing
into a sovereign nation
to eliminate a sitting general.
If Rajavi is as hands-on
with these global actions
as it sounds, he must
travel quite a bit.
Stands to reason, sir.
If someone can find an
angle of attack on him
outside Iranian borders without
implicating U.S. forces,
I can see greenlighting
action on him.
Yes, sir.
You rub on that thing enough,
maybe the op genie appears,
grants us some action.
Jas, you know Sonny
getting salty with Command
is not gonna make them
any quicker to task us
- or bring us home.
- I talked to him.
You got his ass screwed
back in the right direction?
I just realized
mine hasn't been.
You know, I've just been looking
over my shoulder so much,
decommissioning, Omar,
medal investigation.
First two storms have passed.
You'll weather the next one.
Right, I'll walk away just fine,
when Clay, Hamal, and
Commander Nouri didn't.
You've taken your share
of damage too, brother.
Right, and I got to
move on every time,
while Clay is just
stuck living in his.
Jas, there's a big difference
between living in your hurt
and living with it.
Now, Clay, he's doing great.
He's at the center
every day paying forward
the support that you gave him.
I don't need a cheerleader, Ray.
Sure.
You need a target.
Downtime's nobody's friend.
All right. I'll
leave you to it.
Hey, Ben.
We missed you at the
group session, man.
Two of our guys discovered
they both got injured
during Operation Iron Harvest.
Touching. I can't wait to hear
what happens on the next
episode of Cry Coach.
Yo, hey. You good?
Naima told me that you
missed your appointment
with the V.A. yesterday.
I'm exhausted.
I thought sleeping in a bed
here instead of my truck
would have helped.
You still looking for that
sleep without a nightmare?
Nightmares are easier
to handle than reality
when I'm lying
awake at 2:00 a.m.
wondering where I go from here.
Well, that career counselor
have any leads for you?
Facilities maintenance
at Fort Lee
or Air Station Oceana.
Thought Top Gun was cool,
wait till you see the guys
that fix those guys' shitters.
Look, hey, you... do you
ever think about just, like,
trying something completely new?
Like going to school, or just
try leaving the military behind?
Just let 'em off the hook?
- What do you mean?
- They did this to me.
I walked into that Air
Force recruiting office
gaslit by all that "Aim high,
fly, fight, win" bullshit.
Well, I never got off
the fucking ground,
fought dirty, and I've
been losing ever since.
Air Force broke me.
It's on them to put
me back together,
start with a job.
Look, the military is a
lot better at breaking us
than it is fixing us.
Maybe that's why it's best
for you just to cut ties,
you know, just try and
move on with your life.
Yeah, from the guy
who gave 'em a leg
and still lurks around
base begging for more.
I got a fresh box
of coffin nails
screaming to be smoked.
See ya.
Hey, hey.
Look, 2:00 a.m. hits hard.
You got my number.
Yo, we catch
anything from Command?
- Ah, crickets.
- Too bad.
Bravo seems to
prefer chaos to calm.
Jason especially.
Yeah, well, Bravo 1 can't
have a one-track mind
- outside the wire.
- Huh.
What do you do when he
gets frustrated like this?
You know, I worked
with team leaders
who want an ego massage,
others who want
a drinking buddy,
others who wanna be
left the fuck alone.
Oh.
You're looking for
the Jason Hayes
2IC user manual, huh?
At least the "don't feed
after midnight" bullet points,
while you're still around.
Fair enough.
Um... yeah, usually, he
just needs, you know,
time and space to shark around.
Hard part is knowing when
there's a deeper problem.
I mean, the guy's endured
as much loss as any Frogman.
- He seems to manage it.
- Better now than ever.
I mean, part of me
still worries that
that next blow will break
that dam of trauma inside him.
Yeah, how do you
help prevent that?
Well, the truth is,
for the past year Clay's done
most of the heavy lifting.
I mean, he's the one
that woke Jason up
to his head issues.
Didn't back down
when it got ugly.
He put Jason on the
path to healing.
You know, whatever
you take from me,
you should take
some from Clay, too.
Do not be afraid to
call Bravo 1 out.
Okay.
So, I just gotta do the job
of two of the best
Frogmen in DEVGRU.
Easy fucking day.
I'm glad we're on the same page.
Yo, I'm gonna get back
to this work, but...
I'll catch you later.
Ma'am?
Latest SIGINT from Syrian
extremists shows an uptick
in the questioning
of Yasiri's death
and whether it was actually
at the hands of ISIS.
Might just be more noise than
signal at this point, but...
Our cover story's unraveling.
Okay, we need to work faster.
Where are we on General
Rajavi's travel history?
Documented appearances
in Beirut, Baghdad,
Aleppo, and Northern Yemen
over the past two months.
Did we have any advance
indications of those visits?
We need to turn where he's
been into where he's going.
Retrospective analysis
doesn't show any pattern
to project forward.
Rajavi's meticulous about
switching up aircrafts,
changing residences,
leaving zero footprints.
Financials show any
chink in the armor?
Any personal spending patterns?
Negative, financials
all seem to go
through the same murky channels
that bankroll the
weapons and fighters.
Hang on. What's this here?
His name is Reza Khoi.
He's the head of Karaj Capital,
a multinational
financial services firm
based in Iran.
The funds used for General
Rajavi's global attacks
all go through this man.
Khoi's grip on General
Rajavi's war chest
suggest that he's also
aware of his movements.
And unlike Rajavi,
we know that Khoi
is currently out of Iran
working from his
corporate office
in Amman, Jordan.
Potential special activities op?
If Bravo can get close to Khoi,
hack into his
communications with Rajavi,
it could reveal an
opportune time and place
that the general
will be vulnerable.
Bravo 3, this is 1, looks
like HVT's clocking out
for the night.
It's past 11:00.
Whatever happened
to banker's hours?
Khoi's gotta roll
his sleeves up,
run a legit brokerage
and launder cash
for General Rajavi's
world tour of terror.
We swap the rubble of Syria
for the bright lights of Amman,
still end up in the dust.
Look, no one's getting
comfortable here, all right?
Davis says that Khoi is
flying out tomorrow night
to some conference in Shanghai.
China's a no-go for us.
And our cover story
for the Yasiri hit
won't hold much longer.
Rajavi's gonna get
wise to the fact
that we're onto him soon.
Security Khoi rolls with here,
getting within hacking range
of his tech is no easy feat.
Doing a pattern of life
to find a security lapse
- could take weeks.
- We got hours.
The clock's ticking.
Clock is ticking, boys.
What's the word
from this damn mountaintop?
Hey, your recon from last
night indicate we can get close
- to Khoi at his residence?
- Filthy with security.
A laser-beam shark short
of Dr. Evil's volcano.
Which means the
best shot we have
at tapping this guy's data
is when he's in his office.
Yeah, his need to look legit
means he's got less
firepower around.
Plus the building's
got other businesses
in the lower floors.
Gives us cover to work
our way up to Khoi's.
You know, the vacant
office right above his
should be within range to
use a sniffer on his Wi-Fi.
We could rip his laptop,
shouldn't take more
than ten minutes.
Less firepower around,
what's that mean?
Three to four guards
roaming Khoi's floors,
all wearing the same gray suits.
I haven't had time to
nail down their patterns.
Which we won't have.
Command made it very clear
that this has to
happen today, right?
So, we sit on the bench
for a week in Syria,
and now they're in a rush,
so we gotta do it
quick and dangerous?
All right, look, why do
you got the bug up your ass
about accountability,
Sonny, huh?
Remember, all right, we're
going after the dirtbag
who took out 20
American sailors, okay?
- So, dial it the fuck in.
- Roger that.
Khoi's punching in.
All right. Hey,
let's go to work.
Sweaty in business casual.
I built my whole life
around avoiding this.
Yeah. Come on.
Sniffer's not finding
Khoi's network.
Bravo 3, this is Mako 1.
Is the HVT still in
his office, laptop on?
Bravo 3, this is
Mako 1, do you copy?
Bravo 3, this is
Mako 1, do you copy?
Might all be part
of the same problem.
Hold here.
- I'll be right back.
- I'll keep trying.
1, do you copy?
1, do you copy?
Mako.
Say again, 1.
You're broken, but
you're readable.
- What's up?
- We have a problem here.
Seems that we're up against
some type of signal jammer.
It's disrupting
comms and other tech.
We can try workarounds
with the computer,
but we'll still be in
the cone of silence.
Can you hold it where you are?
Negative. Too far away from 4.
If a gray suit pops out of
that stairwell near him,
he's screwed.
If you go back to the office,
you're both working blind.
I'll stick with my brother.
I'm heading back in. We'll
work quick, going dark.
I don't like
'em being in there
with no eyes and ears.
Especially when
them gray jackets
are getting stirred
up about something.
Might have to do with
that. Check out the street.
Hey.
What's this?
It's the VIP.
More guards in the mix.
Bravo 1, this is 3.
Security's doing a sweep
and making their way
up to our guys' pos.
- Do you copy?
- Copy.
- What's the move?
- You stay here.
I'm going up.
Work trip, yeah.
Dry heat, my ass, right?
Come on, Jas.
Still not getting through.
We're running out of options.
Hey. We need to move.
Now. Let's go.
Get what we're after?
- Not even close.
- Just lucky to get out.
I take it you
two corporate raiders
didn't close the deal.
Khoi's got a
firewall around him,
we couldn't even tap
into his damn network.
Oh, and that puts
us absolutely nowhere.
Tell you what, man, why
don't we go to Petra
and make something of
this godforsaken trip?
- Yo, we might not be nowhere.
- What's that mean?
So, I overheard the two
guards running their mouths
in the elevator through
Jason's open comms.
Khoi's guy mentioned
accompanying his boss
to an event tonight
at the Amman Citadel
before they head to China.
And it looks like it'll
be one hell of a party.
Booze, women... Maybe
his defenses come down.
If we get close to him there,
maybe we can take a swing
at cloning his phone
- before he gets on his flight.
- Aw, man, the phone's
probably just as hack-proofed
as the computer is.
Hold on, you know, the
route between the party
and the airport, there's
a lot of dead spaces here.
- What's that mean?
- What does it mean?
You know what, we
got one last shot
of getting this guy
Khoi before he vanishes.
Now, the scalpel,
it's not working...
Too delicate with this
guy. Gotta drop the hammer,
get the guy himself.
Jason, we don't need
Khoi, we need his data.
Well, how far did that get
us? Got us nowhere, okay?
Phone's out. Forget the phone.
Okay, Khoi leaves the
shindig, middle of the night,
one of those dead zones,
vehicle interdiction.
We smash and
grab this motherfucker
and squeeze him for all he
knows about the general.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You're making it sound
like we're not talking
a dozen variables
that could spell disaster, Jas.
Khoi's guards, they're no joke.
The vehicle's up-armored,
and we got, what,
eight hours before
this party kicks off?
- Come on.
- So, let's get to work.
Certain factors took the
op out of Bravo's control,
but their team leader
has informed me
they're exploring
alternate avenues.
Excellent work, everyone.
Can I speak to you privately?
My team busted their asses
to get Bravo to
the 10-yard line,
and then Bravo fumbled it.
Didn't seem like that long ago
that Bravo was your
team, win or lose.
The boulder that
I pushed up a hill
to send them back to
Syria, to get the brass
zeroed in on Rajavi, it
cannot come rolling back down.
There's too much riding on it.
What other avenues
are they pursuing?
Jason had me reach out to a
mutual contact in the area.
Jordanian American, former
OGA who can pull some strings
to facilitate a
second run on Khoi.
Well, what help do they need
with another data extraction?
They've pivoted to
apprehending Khoi himself.
Details beyond that, I trust
them enough not to ask.
Then I will.
What happens when General
Rajavi's money man vanishes?
He will know we are hunting him
and he will go even
deeper underground.
Right now, all I am focused on
is pulling for Bravo's success.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Keep a wide berth. Give
the rabbit some room.
1, this is 3.
Moving to phase line two.
- Spiking the punch.
- Copy, 3.
Sonny's on the way to
plant the kill switch
on Khoi's vehicle.
Your Jordanian buddy delivered,
getting him into that party.
Sure did. A hell of a lot easier
for him to scam some tickets
into the party than
getting this fucking bird.
So, HVT hits the road,
they'll kill the engine,
we'll swoop in and do an
air-to-ground interdiction.
It sounds simple.
Yeah. Let's hope.
Yeah. Oh.
Yeah, hey. Yeah, but...
Yeah. I tripped.
These roads here are...
Security!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Told 'em you're an auto exec,
can't resist getting a close
look at a nice chassis.
Well, Hefner here, you know
what I'm talking about?
Am I right, yeah, huh?
Yeah, look, we should
get back to the party.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Hey.
Hey, guys.
You get it done?
Yep.
This is 2, the magnet
is on the fridge.
2 and 3 both burned,
falling back to our truck.
Do you hear that?
No. Brian wake up?
No. It's quiet.
Oh, wow.
Hi, thoughts and
inner monologue,
it's been so long.
Don't let me interrupt.
What's new with the
voice in your head?
She's good.
She's good, yeah.
What about yours?
What is it?
I'm, uh...
I don't think I wanna
go back to Green Team.
What do you mean? Do...
Do you wanna go
back to operating?
If we weren't anchored here,
where would you wanna go?
Like, if you could pursue
whatever you wanted, wherever,
raise Brian anywhere?
Why?
Because so much of our life
has just been about me.
You know, my job, my
schedule, my struggles.
Mm-mm, no, no,
no. They're ours.
- Come on, writer.
- I'm serious.
Tell me the next chapter.
Oh, God...
Okay.
Mm, Mendocino Coast.
A little clapboard cottage.
Um, I teach and I
work on my novel,
which is, of course, brilliant,
but still very much
best-seller accessible.
And the three of
us, we go on a walk
every sunset on the beach.
Yeah. If you're asking.
I am.
Look, I've been talking to Ash
about picking our
TBI crusade back up,
but I can do that from anywhere.
You're actually serious?
Ever since we met, I never
wanted to stop surprising you.
Oh, sorry.
- It's Ben.
- Go ahead.
Hey, Ben, what's up?
Clay, need your help here.
Yo, what's going on,
man? Where are you?
Behind the strip
mall in Hampton,
Highway 6 and
Temple. Can you come?
Hey, hey, well, slow
down, slow down.
What's going on?
Ben?
- What is it?
- I don't know.
He sounded frantic.
Well, you said he was spinning
last time you saw him.
Yeah.
Maybe I should go check on him.
Sure.
All right, I'll be
back soon, okay?
- Love you.
- Love you.
Okay, I'll be hearing from
you tomorrow. Thank you.
Bravo, stand by.
HVT may be making his exit.
Bravo, this is Mako 1.
HVT is boarding a
private helicopter.
I say again, he is leaving
by air, not ground.
Copy, HVT leaving by helo.
What the fuck?
Mako 1, HVT's bird,
does it have a
HeloSAT or an antenna?
It's a HeloSAT. Why,
what are you thinking?
I'm thinking we kill the comms
before we do an interdiction.
1, say again, interdict?
Yeah, we're gonna do a
helo-to-helo interdiction.
The hell did he just say?
1, I don't see
that as an option.
Have your follow
vehicle trail us.
1, we've never tried
a helo-to-helo before.
Page of the tactical Kama Sutra
we do not need to explore.
Bravo 1, head-shed
doesn't deserve you
to put yourself on
the line like this.
Your call.
Bravo 2, what's your read?
It's a Hail Mary.
I said, Bravo 2,
what's your read?
Bravo 2.
Air interdiction's
our only bullet left.
Say the word.
- We're spinning up.
- All right.
Trying to get an angle
on their HeloSAT.
Jackpot! Their comms are cut.
Signal them down.
They're not responding.
This'll get their attention.
They're putting down.
What are you doing?
You actually came.
Air Force Recruitment Center.
This where you enlisted?
The scene of the crime.
Your ninja skills
help me get in there,
we can do to their office
what they did to me.
- You don't wanna do that.
- You told me
I should cut ties
with the service.
Can't just walk away,
let some other kid
get suckered in there.
Torching this place might
actually do some fucking good,
and redeem me for all
the blood on my hands.
Hey, stop, stop, stop!
You trying to get caught?
Let's go someplace else,
we can talk this through.
There's security patrol
right down the way, man.
If you're not here
to help, fuck off.
This is only gonna mess
your life up even worse.
What you're fighting
through right now,
this isn't gonna fix it.
Mm, you're probably right.
It won't fix me.
Nothing will at this point.
- That's not true.
- Oh, yes, it is.
My life already ended
here at one point.
Don't need to stick around...
to see it happen again.
- You fucking pulled it off.
- It's not over yet.
Sonny, check it.
Hey, turn him.
- Let's talk.
- You're a businessman,
so you know how this deal goes.
Give us the intel we
need, this stays smooth.
Or you're gonna feel the pain
of us getting it out of you.
What is it I can do for
the American government
to go back to my
evening, gentlemen?
General Rajavi, you
handle his finances.
You know when and where we
can find him outside Iran.
All of my thriving
business interests,
and that nasty rumor is the
one you want to discuss?
I would be remiss not
to loop in my attorneys.
Do you think a mid-air chase
and your two dead guards
was a warm-up to getting
your lawyers involved?
Rajavi, when and where?
Or they're gonna find
your fucking body
in a burning chopper.
I'm afraid those mid-air
theatrics were all for naught.
Great, strap him
in. Burn the fucker.
- Douse it.
- All right.
- Come on.
- All right, all right.
I may have heard that Mr. Rajavi
will be traveling
three days from now.
- Where?
- Blasim Airfield, Mosul, Iraq.
If you need more than my word,
my phone is in my
inner left pocket.
Uses retinal scan.
Check it.
All the verification you
will need is in there.
Yeah, well, we're
gonna hold onto you
- until we can confirm that.
- Then what happens to me?
Better than what's gonna
happen to the general.
Stuff him in the fucking truck.
- Just put the fucking gun down.
- Go!
Look, I'm not leaving you, okay?
- This isn't the answer.
- You said so yourself.
Military and politicians ain't
gonna put us back together.
Maybe this'll wake 'em up.
Look, my... my buddy shot
himself four years ago
in the V.A. parking lot.
You think it made a difference?
I'm not letting you
follow in his footsteps.
Look, the only thing that
the American war machine
has proven that it's capable of
is chewing up and spitting
out its war fighters.
But we gotta stay in the fight.
I told you, our war is over.
- It's over.
- Maybe.
But guys like you are
worth fighting for.
I went from being considered
one of the biggest badasses
on the planet to an
object of pity at work
and a threat at home.
And it put me right
where you are weeks ago.
I had a rifle, a spot
picked out in the woods,
I didn't see a path back.
And then someone found
me, and they led me out.
Wish I had teammates like that.
This fucking war is
in its third decade.
Man, guys like us,
we're not alone.
Maybe that's why I was saved,
so I could be here for you.
Your brother.
You really think that's
how this shit works?
I don't know, man, there's
gotta be some point
to all of it, right?
I'll help you find it.
Hey, look at me.
Just give me the gun.
Thanks, for looking out for me.
Easy day.
Security!
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