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Previously on SEAL Team...

(shouting in Arabic)

This piece of trash
is with al-Sham Brigade.

It appears our enemy
has arrived.

OMAR:
Says his name is Hamal.

Claims he saved them
from al-Sham snipers.

Over here, uh, messing
with your stem cell schedule?

JASON: Yeah, I missed
one treatment already.

But you know, look, I'm good.

If I can attach a BLE sniffer
to Hamal's phone...

The next time the IP pings,

we'll know if
they're in the vicinity.

And if they are, then we--

we got the group
that hit the Crampton.

Maybe we should cut down
on Brian's hours at daycare.

With you at work
and-and Brian places to be,

I just... I feel like
I'm not pulling my weight.

My love,
you're focusing on yourself

and your recovery.

All you gotta do
is walk in the building

that al-Sham's strongholding,
all right? It's easy.

You're in, you're out.

We're giving that kid a chance
to earn his freedom, okay?

Freedom Hayes already agreed to.

We were sent here
to avenge the deaths

of 20 Americans, you understand?

(phone alarm beeping)

Oh, my God. oh, my God.
Oh, my God!

Brian?
It's okay. It's okay.

It's just... the s--
the smart-sock, it fell off.

It's fine. It's a false alarm.

I had everything
under control.

Nothing in his phone's
gonna give him away, right?

Not as long as he keeps it
in his pocket.

He did it.
The IPs are populating.

What's this guy doing?

JASON:
Walk away, kid.
Come on, a long walk.

(gunshot)

OMAR:
Your team.

Your call.

(insects trilling)

(dog barking in distance)

♪ ♪

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(typing)

(phone beeping)

(footsteps passing)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sharp exhale)

-Thank you for believing in me.
-JASON: Okay.

(high-pitch ringing)

(gasps)

(high-pitch ringing fades)

(exhales)

(groans)

(grunting)

(indistinct chatter nearby)

(whispering):
Oh, what the fuck?

(chatter continues)

(sighs)

RAY:
Leave it all in the customer
satisfaction survey

-when we check out.
-SONNY: All right.

Is this house haunted,
or were you up all night, Jace?

RAY: I heard
the floorboards creaking

with that sharky-ass
signature of yours.

And you left
the sandwich stuff out.

Man, I ever tell you guys
about my paranormal experience

at my Grand-Ninny's house?

I was up. Didn't eat.

If your brain can't remember it,
the carbs don't count.

Mess was mine. I was up, too.

The two of you in a low hover,

-and you didn't bump
into each other?
-Stop.

Yeah, I usually sleep well.

The last few nights
since that op,

sending Hamal back
in the lion's den, not so much.

I spent the night scanning
ISIS and al-Sham chatter,

but it was a wash.

No mention
of the Crampton attack.

We've been poking around
in Syria for the past two weeks,

and we haven't still
figured out who the hell

blasted our ship.
I mean, come on, man.

I'd much rather be back home
right now helping Clay.

Look, the task we had Hamal do
for us could still pay off.

Those cell phones
he put on our radar,

they are live,
and we are tracking 'em,

so the next time we get a hit
on the weapons buyer's IP

that we came here chasing,

we'll see if those cell phones
are near it.

And that's gonna tell us
if the militia's the group

that hit the Crampton or not,
period.

How long are we gonna wait
to say it?

Tearing up
that kid's golden ticket,

tossing him to the wolves,

that Hail Mary fell short.

No one's happy about what
happened to Hamal in there.

-We did it.
-I did it.
It was my call, all right?

You got a fucking problem
with that?

-(computer chirps)
-RAY: And it wasn't for nothing.
Hold up.

Take a look at this.

That is the IP used
to purchase the rockets

that hit the Crampton.
It just popped up.

Brigade's cell phones that Hamal

helped us track down
all around it.

That just fucking confirms
right there, right,

that the militia
attacked the USS Crampton

and killed 20 American sailors.

We finally got some payback
in our crosshairs,

now that we know
who we're after.

-That's right.
-RAY: And where they live.

Concentration of the cell phones
in this little two-block area

of a town called Ajami says that
that's the hornets' nest.

Look at those little fuckers
swarming around there.

That is a whole lot of evil
in a cul-de-sac of suck.

What, you think the shot-callers
are there, too?

On us to find out.

SONNY:
Mm-hmm.

-(engine revs)
-(indistinct chatter)

-(camera shutter clicking)
-RAY: We need to go
all in on recon.

Rotate two-man teams
to surveil that area.

Turn cell phones into names,
faces, and ranks.

But the Brigade owns
that neighborhood.

All eyes in it belong to them

and will be watching
for outsiders.

(camera shutter clicking)

We loop Dev Group in
on what we uncover

and let the intel crew
help us see the matrix.

We build out the org chart,

see who's at the top
of the food chain.

(camera shutter clicking)

RAY: That's our man,
al-Sham's ace of spades,

Jamar Yasiri.

Syrian national
who cut a bloody path

through the ranks
in Afghanistan

for the past decade
before settling back here.

Hitting a U.S. ship
1,000 miles away,

that's a page
out of UBL or Zarqawi,

take your local terror global.

Ooh, homeboy's ambitious.

We, uh, we got an address
for this shitheel?

Davis's team is working on it
right now.

And when we get it,
Yasiri's gonna learn

that payback is a motherfucker.

♪ ♪

Babe, that's great!

That means the center
could be opened up

sooner than we thought.

Ah. All right.

I love you, too.

Yeah.

My baby. (sighs)

OMAR:
Good news?

Yeah.

Badass wife macheted through
the Navy financial red tape

on this project
we're working on.

Couple of me-first frogmen
make a few bucks

off their Tridents,
the rest of us get cavity checks

every time we open
a credit card.

(chuckles)

This is your, uh, vet center?

I heard about that.

Yeah.
Yeah, we got a space,

we're staffing up.

(clicks tongue)
Could be open in a month.

Unreal.

-Something you always
wanted to do?
-No.

Not really.

But I went through some things
that lit the fire.

I've been meaning
to ask you about that.

I mean, you're a legend
in the teams.

First frogman ever taken.

Right.

That.

I mean, it's gotta be hard
for you to be back here

in Syria, no?

Shit, I can't even eat
at the same Thai spot

my ex and I loved.

Sorry. Not my business.

RAY:
No.

No, you know what?

Uh... It's okay.

Um...

it had crossed my mind.

But the-- the place

that they had me captive
in the end, Tartus...

-...it's a long way
away from here.
-Mm.

But, uh...

...it's never that far away
from me.

Yeah, some things
you never shake.

I'm good now, though.

But for a minute there,

it felt like I had been
broken in half

and put together crooked,
you know? (chuckles)

OMAR: But you went
straight back to operating.

RAY:
Didn't know what else to do.

OMAR:
Yeah, who does?

RAY:
(chuckles) Yeah.

Ray.

Yo.

JASON:
I need to talk to you, man.

-Up here.
-RAY: All right.

What's up?

Now he's grilling you
about your captivity.

(sighs) Really?

That was you playing lifeguard.
I did not need that.

He is asking you questions

about when you were operating
and struggling.

What if he catches wind
about you freezing up

when Brock needed you that day?

And here I was,
hoping that your paranoia

about Omar was simmering down.

Ray, you have more to lose
than I do.

If he blows the whistle about
you playing hurt, then what?

You lose your bird,
your pension, your vet center.

Everything, up in smoke, gone.

Omar has been at this
long enough

to know none of us
are in mint condition.

He is not gonna dime
anyone out.

Shh, shh. Stop.

Just don't give him
the ammo, all right?

We deal with Yasiri,

then when we get back home,
we deal with Omar.

You'll be jumping
in two sticks.

Four per stick.

Now, the plane will racetrack
for ten minutes

until the first jumpers
are confirmed in the drop zone.

Both sticks will go on bag
at my 20-minute warning.

Hey, I already checked
those reserve flaps.

Hey.
You think I'm not doing my job?

Trust me, man, I've seen
what the fuck can go wrong

with a reserve chute.

Okay? I don't need
you checking my work.

-Spenser, easy...
-Shut your mouth, Karlson.

Hey, protocol is two inspectors
check the gear, Spenser.

What the hell's
got you on tilt?

Take a seat,
the rest of us will handle this.

(line ringing)

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

What's all this?

Uh, just trying
to create something.

Clay's medkit
got blown clean off him

right before I got to him,

and I ended up having
to use mine,

and that is no bueno.

So, what are you thinking?

I think if I could
flatten it all out

and stretch out my blow kit

and put it under
my ballistic plate...

Actually, that's
a pretty smart idea, Sonny.

Why does every damn compliment
I ever get

always start with "actually"?

Look, I'm the one guy
who's always been saying

you're more than just a shooter.

Yeah, you've always seen
my potential way before I did.

I mean, you did draft me,
after all.

Yeah. Yeah.

Actually, I got stuck
with the last pick, so...

(laughing)

Hey, so, uh,
what Clay went through...

You're, uh, just--
trying to help the next guy.

Something to do
between cracking skulls

and getting back to help Clay.

You hear from him?
You know, I...

I tried texting him.
I didn't hear back.

No, no, I... I haven't heard
from him, either.

But, you know, uh...
you know Clay.

-He's just probably busy, or...
-Yeah, I mean,

between Green Team
and his family,

he's got a lot on his plate.

Once there's a check-in
from Echo Team,

-I want to vet
their Caracas package.
-Yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant, I've got
something on Syria.

Thank you.

It's still unclear
why a local Syrian militia

ventures to the coast of Turkey
to attack our ship, but...

"Why" comes after
"who" and "where."

What do we have on Yasiri?

FRS identified this man
as having been born

in the same tiny village
as Yasiri.

Close in age,
must go way back with the boss.

Well, if anybody's
getting face time

with Yasiri, it'd be him.

And this building he went into
three times last week,

check out these
cell phone patterns.

Two times, a cell phone goes
into that building,

and minutes after emerging,

initiates a down-network
cascade of communications.

What's that sound like to you?

Soldiers getting their orders.

My money says the man
that's giving them is in there.

Yeah.

Ah. Yo, I need a team

to get eyes
on a possible HVT location.

Well, all right.
I'll roll with Sonny.

Well, yeah, you see,
Sonny's on a supply run

with Brock and Trent,
and I gotta hold it down here.

-So, that just leaves...
-Me and Omar.

Awkward car rides
are a small price to pay

for a shot at our white whale.

-Yep.
-Yep.

Way you swooped in
when Ray was telling me

about his captivity--

you weren't protecting him
from me, were you?

-Ray can take care of himself.
-Check.

But he must have needed it
back then.

I mean, kitting right back up
after what he went through?

He must have leaned hard
on the whole team.

Had to have been some moments
you all had to carry him.

(camera shutter clicking)

Look, despite
whatever noise you heard

about my time at Foxtrot,
I want you to know,

I would have carried Ray, too.

Do it for any teammate.

What happened with Foxtrot
at the end there?

I heard you and Hancock
were like water and oil, huh?

(smacks lips)
Yeah, whatever our issues,

they were personal,
never tactical.

Right, so you saved
the tactical questions for me.

Thanks.

Like I said about Hamal--

your team, your call.

Look, what happened
to Clay, you know,

with what he went through,
and any way to keep my guys

out of the fire,
I'll take that.

Just...
sending in Hamal was, uh,

the least terrible option.

Just wish it turned out better.

War got that kid.

Wasn't you.
And that call put us here.

(camera shutter clicking)

That's him.
That's Yasiri, right there.

OMAR:
Holy shit.

Yo, we could take him right now.

(high-pitch ringing)

Are there-- are there
any other enemy with him?

I'm only seeing the one.
Shit, let's move.

-(engine starts)
-(high-pitched ringing
continues)

(echoing): We'll pull up,
get the drop on the guard,

throw Yasiri in the truck,
and we're gone.

-Hold up.
-No, no, no, we gotta move.

-He's gonna go back inside.
-Stop the truck.

What?

We've been made.
Get us the fuck outta here.

No. We're clean, let's do this.

JASON:
I said we're fucking made.
We're made.

Get us the fuck
outta here, now.

The hell happened out there?

-Confirmed Yasiri's location.
-OMAR: Yeah.

Asshat was right in front of us,
we had him.

No shit.
Y'all move on him?

Yeah, we couldn't.
Got burned.

OMAR:
(scoffs) My ass, we were.

Civilian saw us, ran off,

set up a flag.
Had to bail.

Civilian?
It was a clueless kid.

We were clear.

Why don't you say what
really went down out there?

You don't trust me.

Whether it's new-guy bullshit
or Foxtrot rumors,

when it came time to execute,
you didn't think I could,

and so you pulled the ripcord.
Fuck this.

Shit.

Well, guess that one-on-one
with Omar didn't go so well.

I really thought
we were burned, Ray.

HVT in your sights
and you stand down?

That is a new look for you.

(tapping bottle)

(exhales sharply)
It's my head.

It's my head.

I had my sights on Yasiri,
and the whole world

just dropped out
underneath me.

Ringing in my skull,
vertigo, tinnitus,

the whole fucking thing, man.

That's textbook symptoms.

I couldn't put Omar at risk
knowing I was compromised.

-There's no way.
-And you couldn't tell him why,

and you couldn't let him
take the lead.

Yeah.
Anyone else out there with me,

I would have been able
to do it, but...

(exhales sharply)
Fuck.

Jace, right now, bigger picture

is even the people you trust,
they don't know what happened.

As far as any of 'em know,
you think Omar's shaky.

And if Bravo 1 thinks...

Look, if we don't get
another, uh, another shot here

at Yasiri, Command's gonna
start asking questions

that I do not
want Omar to answer.

We gotta put all of our energy
into finding this dirtbag, Ray.

Jace, right now,

the way you got everybody
eyeballing Omar,

mission success is no guarantee.

I mean, before we roll anywhere,
the rest of the team

has to know that Omar
is a good piece of gear.

(whispering):
Come on, man.

(sighs)

So, it was just you,
the admiral, and the president?

Oh, I was quaking
in my junior grade shoes.

Had no business being there.

But the admiral
I was working for

was a tremendous mentor.

Oh, gosh, it's so nice to find
someone like that, ma'am.

Yes. POTUS... (chuckles)
...looked at me

and asked a question
he often asks of colleagues.

"What keeps you up at night?"

That's not rhetorical.

Oh. (chuckles)

Well, honestly, ma'am,

lately it's worry
that the US Crampton attack

has drawn us into
yet another quagmire

that necessitates high-risk,
low-impact ops.

Considering the recent history
of Syria,

certainly worthy
of some lost sleep.

-And you?
-Oh.

The stakes of it all.

How failing to have a full view
of the playing field,

or gauge the proper response

could cause
geopolitical repercussions

that last a generation or more.

Well, after our lunch,
I'm trying to have a fuller view

of the playing field.

You were right, of course;

I'll have a far bigger impact
on our committee

by figuring out
how my objectives

align with my colleagues.

I've found it's always easier
to sell my ideas

when I'm not wearing them
on my sleeve.

I didn't realize
I was selling anything,

just arguing for what
I feel is right.

Well, a dose of Madison Avenue
won't hurt your cause,

now that you got
the K Street schmoozing down,

inviting me here.

I'm here because
I believe in you.

I know you'll fight like hell
for what you care about.

I want to arm you for that.

(phone chimes)

I am so sorry, ma'am.

I am needed back at work.

Thank you for this.

Go turn that insomnia
into action.

This is why we normally put it
in his crib

when it comes out
of the laundry.

Well, we have time
to find it now

while he's asleep.

Well, you don't want to hear him
wake up screaming

because he doesn't have
his favorite doll.

-What are we searching for?
-Brian's stuffed duck.

Oh-ho-ho, yeah,
no, we need to find that one.

Sooner rather than later,
if possible.

(Clay sighs)

Is your leg hurting, babe?
You can sit, we got it.

My leg is fine.

There, it's between the couch
and the table there.

-Ah. (hisses)
-Oh.

-Honey...
-I had it.

-I had it.
-I'm paid to help.

With Brian, not me.

You know what,
thank you so much, Mia,

I think we got it.
Everything else was good today?

-Yeah, he was hungry.
-Oh, good.

-See you tomorrow.
-See you tomorrow.

-MIA: Okay.
-STELLA: Appreciate it.

Mia's really great
with Brian, right?

I'm sure you two are gonna
get on the same page soon.

Yeah, it's fine.
I'm rolling with it.

I'm just trying to take some
of the pressure off of you.

Between Green Team
and your recovery,

you're just--
you're juggling so much.

How was work?

Your Green Teamers still excited

to have
a world-class door-hitter

showing them the way?

Got nothing to prove to them.

Work was work.

That's all I get?

You realize you were
a lot more chatty with me

about your work day
when it was in actual violation

-of national security?
-(sighs)

I'm sorry that my career change
has been so hard on you.

I...

I feel like you've really
been struggling

the last few weeks.

Are you missing Bravo?

I'm sure that you are.

Being with Green Team
is not like being with them.

But... (sighs)

When you took time off
for your family,

you knew it would be different,
right?

(sighs)
I need to get some air.

(door opens, closes)

Son of a bitch.

I was worried
it was about Jason's head.

Just wish I was the one
backstopping him.

But you know Omar is rock-solid
in the field, right?

Yeah, of course he is,

'cause you don't get to 2IC
by pissing down your leg.

You know, besides,
I kinda like Omar.

Just don't tell Jace that.

Well, see, that's the problem.

Jason's inability to bring Omar
into the circle of trust,

it just-- it hurts Bravo
inside and outside the wire.

Yeah, and missing
our shot with Yasiri,

Command's gonna start
asking questions

if we don't get
another crack at him.

Yeah, make it even
more important

that he shows Omar
all his cards sooner than later.

Okay, well, my two cents:

Jason has been
more Jason than usual lately.

All right? Now, we force him
to try and trust Omar,

it's just gonna backfire on us.

We all know what happens
when Bravo 1 gets cornered.

-(scoffs)
-(phone ringing)

This place is bad enough
without that.

(ringing continues)

Perry.

Yes, sir.

We'll dig right into
this new package right away.

Our Batphone just rang.

Looks like we're about
to put on our action tights.

Intercepted communications
from cell phones

within Yasiri's circle indicate
that he has changed locations.

He is now believed
to be at a property

near the border city of Suluk.

I'll punch his ticket
to wherever he is,

change of address don't matter.

His reasons
for being there might.

Intel says that he plans
on using the location

as a base to launch an offensive

against a nearby
ISIS compound.

We're gonna hit an HVT
at his own base?

Oh, sure, step into
a fully-revved war machine,

but a tweenage civilian
scares us off. That tracks.

It is unclear what type of force
he will have at this compound.

But Yasiri is elusive enough

that we may never get
another shot at him.

Well, we'll take this one.

-Damn straight.
-RAY: No, hold up.

With the unknowns
we're facing on this op,

there is absolutely no room
for mistrust

or miscommunication.

All right.
Let's hammer it out now.

Anyone have doubts about me,
speak up.

Look, repping the Trident
for 15 years speaks for itself.

We all trust you
outside the wire.

Besides, rolling up against
a war machine like this,

we're gonna need the extra help
you hooked us up with.

(gunfire)

This man Yasiri
is preparing to attack ISIS,

and you ask us
to help stop him?

The irony is not lost
on us either, Commander,

but this is the best way
to cut the head off

of the al-Sham Brigade snake.

One snake in a nest of many.

They are striking each other.

Why put my soldiers
between their fangs?

Bravo will be
the tip of the spear.

Your troops will be
in good hands.

They're in my hands.

What happens to them,
I'm the one

whose heart carries it.

Right, Master Chief?

I agree with you.

Good leader
always puts the safety

of his warriors first,
but inaction

comes at a price, too.

What if you were able
to take out ISIS

before it even became ISIS?

If you could wipe out
all that bloodshed?

-This enemy is not ISIS.
-JASON: Give it time.

-NOURI: You believe that?
-Mm-hmm.

Enough for me
to risk their lives?

Look, I know you'd do anything
to protect them.

But what we do today

could protect them
for years to come.

(shouting in Kurdish)

They're in.

The Hayes magic works again.

♪ ♪

For all we know,
the Brigade owns the whole area.

Enemy staging inside

might not be the only ones
we're up against.

Sonny, Brock,
stay back with YPJ,

be the blocking force.
On me.

Copy, boss. This way.

(men speaking foreign language)

No sign of the HVT.

All right, let's move, we got
two more buildings to clear.

(gunfire)

Move, Yezda, move, move!

(gunfire continues)

(man shouts)

Shit, Yasiri's squirting.

Bravo 3, this is Mako 1.

Our HVT is moving to a vehicle

on the green side
of Building Two.

You have eyes on?

Negative, 1, we're taking
heavy fire down here.

My dance card's full!

(gunfire continues)

Fuck, we're losing him again!

Bravo 3, hold tight,
we're going after the HVT.

Hurry back! We can't fight

this daddy-daughter dance-off
forever.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

What the hell
is he stopping for?

Bravo 1, this is Mako 1.
Why the slowdown?

HVT vehicle has come to a stop.

Incoming!

(gunfire)

(grunting)

Yasiri's gone, Jace.

Oh. Come on.

What the fuck was that, an RPG?

Moving too fast,
came screaming in from above.

Fucking kidding me,
a fucking drone?

A drone with that payload?

Where'd Yasiri
get his hands on that?

You mean, on those.

(buzzing)

Better get the fuck
off target, boys.

Bravo 3, this is 1,
we're headed back to your pos.

Coming in hot
with armed UAVs above.

Find a piece of cover.

(tires screeching)

I really hope
you're hallucinating.

Try to make a run for it
in these vehicles,

the eye in the sky
will just keep following.

They're not gonna stop
hunting us.

Oh!

Oh, motherfucker!

Drones are zeroing in.
We're about to get eaten up!

Ray, top of that building.
GCS equipment?

Yasiri was based out of here
for his attack on ISIS.

-It might be his TOC.
-Could be where
the drone pilots are.

-Long shot at best, Jace.
-It's all we got right now.

If the drone pilots
are in there,

it's the last place
they'll strike.

Trent, Omar, Brock.
With Ray, move!

(gunfire continues)

(loud gunfire)

-The hell did that come from?
-Down there on the left.

They were piloting
the drones from here.

Yeah, pilots heard us coming,
covered their tracks,

detonating any SSE
we could have grabbed.

Not the typical MO
of street thugs.

JASON: Mako 1, we got heavy gun
making late entry out here.

Need more shooters.

Let's move. Ray, move.

(gunfire continues)

You stopped the drones,
but we are running out of cover.

-We need to take out that gun!
-No shit, we're trying.

-What about air support?
-Enemy has too many assets.

When's the last time
you said that?

-I need to do something!
-Stay in the fight.

We survive this,
we'll be able to exfil.

Inaction has a price, too.

Commander,
there are more enemy inbound.

We can't stay here.

-Where the hell are you going?
-Commander!

It's the way it must be!

(Nouri shouting in Kurdish)

RAY:
Enemy's moving on her!

JASON:
Keep them pinned down.

She's Winchester!
We gotta help her out!

-They're gonna take her alive.
-She won't let them.

(laughs)

(shouts)

Christ! Fuck!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, no, no, no! Hey! Hey!

Back, get back, get back!

Listen, she did that
to protect all of you.

She did that to protect
all of you, okay?

Don't mess it up! Get in.

Move! Move!

Move!

(gunfire continues)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Sir.

Gentlemen.

I just heard what happened
on Bravo's Yasiri op.

I feel sick.

No one imagined
that al-Sham Brigade

possessed UAV airstrike
capabilities.

Well, I should have.
If I had been more focused

-on their target package...
-You did your job.

We can't see
around every corner.

But there were signs
that the Brigade

is playing on a different level
than other regional militias.

Start with the fact
that they went international

to hit the Crampton.

It's hard to draw a line
from that to the idea

that they'd have
100-million-dollar drones.

Yes.
So, there's only one answer

that makes any sense.

They didn't have those weapons.
Someone else provided them.

Who?

Someone using the Brigade
as a proxy force.

The Syrian regime,
or one of the other hands

in the pot over there--
Russia, Turkey, Iran.

If there is
a larger force at play,

it's doing more
than just providing weapons.

It's winning
the information game as well.

What the hell does that mean?

Al-Jazeera reported
that the drone strikes

that tore up that city
were executed by the U.S.,

including the one
that took out the building

with ten children in it.

The failed op,

the black eye
of that fake news...

Command's hand has been forced.

(soft chatter in Kurdish)

You've come to pay honor.
That is noble of you.

Yezda, we can't tell you
how sorry we are for your loss.

A warrior.
(speaks foreign language)

JASON: We owe our lives
to her sacrifice.

Commander Nouri,
she was a true leader.

YEZDA: Yes,
she always looked after us

instead of herself.

We will celebrate her today,
sing her name out

as she joins
the convoy of martyrs.

And then,
we will truly honor her.

With you by our side,
we will slay the animals

that took her from us.

I'm afraid we can't do that.
Uh...

What do you mean?

You can find Yasiri again.

We're getting pulled back
to the States tomorrow.

You are leaving us?

Yezda, look,
I know it's a shit end

to the deal, okay?

It was up to us,
you'd be our ride-or-die.

Commander warned us...

the Americans would
only let us down.

It's not our call.

Politics. I'm sorry.

Your master's whistling,
you go running.

You are no warriors.

You should not be here.

(speaking Kurdish)

♪ ♪

(rattles softly)

-(door opens)
-STELLA: Hey.

(door closes)

Hey.

-Hey.
-Where's Mia?

I told her not to come today.

Why?

Don't worry.
Brian's still alive.

Mm, we could interview
other options.

If you want,
we can talk about it.

It doesn't matter who's here.

I'm sorry,
then I'm not understanding

what the... what the issue is.

(sighs)

You don't trust me
with my own son.

Why-why would you say
something like that?

Look, I-I saw the way that
you looked at me that night,

when his monitor
was going off, and you thought

that because of my leg, I wasn't
gonna be able to help him,

-I was just gonna let him...
-That was not what
I was thinking.

-Of course it was.
-No, it wasn't.

Why else would you have
someone here babysitting me?

I'm trying to make things
easier for you.

Just fucking be honest
with me, seriously!

(Brian crying)

Great.

(sighs)

Look, I have overcome
every obstacle

that I've ever faced in my life,
and now all of a sudden,

people just that I'm incapable
of the simplest shit.

Honey, I'm just trying
to help you.

-No one's trying...
-I don't need your help, okay?

Or Mia's, or some asshole
at Green Teams.

-Or Sonny's.
-What?

Yeah, he-he left me a message.

He said he's been trying
to reach you for a week,

and he hasn't heard from you,

and that he's worried about you.

So, you can't be honest with me,
but you and Sonny

can conspire behind my back?

No one is conspiring
behind your back.

I haven't even talked to him.

Hear what I'm saying.
Can we just...

(Bryan continues crying)

STELLA:
What are you doing?

Clay, what are you doing?
Don't go.

What are you doing?

Stop.

Oh, no, no.
No, seriously.

It's okay, baby.
It's all right, Mommy's here.

Stop it. Honey, stop.

(Brian continues crying)

I don't know what
you're doing right now,

but please, don't do that.

-Where are you going?
-He's the one who needs you.

-Don't go.
-(Brian continues crying)

-Clay, don't go!
-(door closes)

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