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Hey!

Ray.

-Raymond!
-Hey, I told you...

Raymond. Please.
You're scaring her.

Nice to finally meet you,
Warrant Officer Perry.

Excited to be working
with you, Mina.

See, I did not join the Navy

to end up on a damn ship.

You are gonna make
a great father

to our little girl.

Wow, it's, it's a girl.

All that baggage
that comes from war,

it just doesn't go away.

If you really want to
protect your brothers,

you can't just be their sheepdog
when you're downrange.

Yeah.

Anyone up?

Hey, man.

Shouldn't be in here.

Hey, you hear me?

Zied?

Please, sit.

We've got a lot
to catch up on.

Your brothers,
they came for you.

It was too late for me,

but you got to go home
to your family.

And then, would you believe it,
you got to hurt

the man who hurt you.

I-I'm sorry you didn't
get to go home and I did.

At least one of us
got the happy ending.

So why aren't you happy?

You can have this, too.

Eat, Ray.
We both know

you're still starving.

Where the hell have you been?

The ship store's like
a Black Friday war zone, man.

Had to beat the, uh,
had to beat the crowd.

Brock, here you go.

Oh.
Ginger ale
and enough Dramamine

that you won't feel motion
till you're 80.

And then, Trent,

little nectar of
the hypochondriacs.

Nice. Yeah, well,
Sonny's wrong about sharks.

Scurvy's the real
killer out here.

What do you got, a journal
for everyone's problems?

The way we've been on top
of each other this last week?

Couldn't ignore these guys'
issues if I wanted to.

Hey.

Rough night
in the penthouse, huh?

Looks like you're operating
on no sleep.

Ship groans and whines,
can't block it out.

Well, officer quarters
ain't no match

for the comforts of home, right?

Huh? How's everyone back there?

-Good. Life goes on.
-Yeah?

You've actually been
talking to them?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean,
I-I didn't get Wi-Fi

or cell signal once
yesterday.

Barely talked to Stella for
five minutes since we got here,

but you've been able
to get through to Naima?

I'm just lucky, I guess.

Well, good news is,
we're going top deck today.

That's it, right?
-Get some fresh air.
-What?

Little bit of sunshine for you,
Brocky boy, huh?

Hit the shooting range?

-Where's Quinn?
-I'll tell you what,
smell those casings,

and shoot our woes... Where's Quinn?

Is there a problem, sir?

I just learned
you dropped the ball

as Bravo rep at yesterday's
general quarters meeting.

Failed to book the deck space
for range time,

so we won't be going
topside today.

What the hell, Sonny?

Also learned you sauntered

into that meeting
15 minutes late.

You got something to say?

Well, maybe you just
chose the wrong guy

to be secretary...

-sir.
-Say that again, Petty Officer?

-Look, I can handle this.
-Well, you should have handled
it before it happened.

Shouldn't be news
to you, Master Chief.

Spenser, you're the new
Bravo rep for general quarters.

Copy, sir.

What the hell was that, huh?
You screwed up, you own it.

Right? You don't make it
worse by mouthing off.

What are you,
my guidance counselor?

I thought all
you cared about

was me putting holes in skulls.

Or you just pissed
that this blew back on you?

It's just, you
had one job.

All you had to do was
show up and sit in the meeting.

You should be able
to do something like that.

Well, maybe
you overestimated me.

Seems to be going around lately.

All right, look, is this,
is this about

what's going on back home,
with the baby and all?

I thought-- I thought that
was all squared away, huh?

Did somethingchange?

I could ask you
the same damn thing.

All of a sudden
you're interested

in my personal issues?

You playing shrink,
me playing secretary? Hmm?

It's in neither
one of our lanes.

So why don't you and I just
stick to who we are?

Rats?

The apartment's never had rats.

Then maybe they're
b-being stealthy

when they know that there's
a trained sniper's around.

-I don't know.
-Did you tell the landlord?

No, you didn't put me
on the lease.

I'm a squatter in my own home.

-Rat-infested home.
-I'm sorry.

Uh, adding you to the lease,
it just...

all kind of fell
through the cracks

'cause I had to blow out
so fast.

Are you sure
you're not just hearing,

like, some-some water
or something... No, no, no, no.

Do not start mansplaining
my paranoid ears,

because so help me...

I will call the landlord.

How's, uh, how's ship life?

I just inherited some menial job

that Sonny couldn't handle.

Honestly? It feels like, lately,

that every Bravo problem
has become my problem.

Our problem.

You know, Jason's trial,
Ray at our place.

Well, maybe it's 'cause
the guys know

that they can rely on you.

Unless they have a rodent issue.

And then... mm.

Sorry, I know it's late there.

You need to get some sleep.

Can we at least talk
at the same time tomorrow?

I can't. I, uh...

New job has me on the hook
every morning.

All right.

I'll try the landlord.

Please stay safe.
I'll try and do the same, okay?

-I love you.
-Love you.

Bye.

Yo.

Blasting our cares away
on deck would've been nice.

Wish Sonny hadn't
have torpedoed that.

Yeah, you know, something's got
him spinning, that's for sure.

Yeah, whatever
it is, he'll, uh,

put it in a box when
it's time to operate.

That's all that matters, right?

Yeah. Hey, look,
I took your advice.

I went and saw Theo.

I bet that meant a lot to him.

Did you know that he was using
pills when he was operating?

I didn't.
He was right there next to me.

That's not Sonny's issue.

Clay would know.

I should know.

Should open my eyes more
around here.

Hey. Don't tell me
Soto's scolding

actually got to you, brother.

No, it's not him.
It's-- it was Theo.

Theo told me
I should be more connected

with my brothers
inside the wire.

You know?

You know Theo's just chattering
from the sidelines, man.

You spend your energy
on everyone's drama

and some other part
of your job will pay.

You know, there's nothing wrong
with trying to evolve.

You know that box

Sonny puts his problem in
when it's go time?

Mm-hmm.

You start opening it and you
don't know what you'll find.

Maybe something you can't work.

Like what?

Just trust me.

No need to switch up what's
gotten you this far, Jace.

You... start hunting
everyone's problems,

and you'll get more
than what you wanted.

Yo.

-Please tell us
we caught an op?

Or did Sonny forget
to book that, too?

Oh. Zinger.
We're in luck.

Bravo's good work
last week paid off.

That warlord we helped,

he's still keeping
his end of the deal?

Moussa has confirmed
a time and location

for a defecting Boko Haram
lieutenant, Oruku Atanga,

to come into U.S. custody.

Now, Atanga's position

among Boko leadership
means his cooperation

will give the Agency
an unprecedented opportunity

for intel
on the terrorist group.

This HVT could be the piece
that starts to topple

the entire organization.

Job we were sent here to do.

Bravo Team will rendezvous with
Atanga today at 1500 hours,

in a market area on the
outskirts of Maroua.

Moussa will be there to
ensure a smooth handoff.

Sorry, but who picked
this time and place?

I mean, in public, daytime?
Puts us on our heels.

The asset's defection has to be
carried out under conditions

that make him feel comfortable.

Agency insists

Atanga has been
thoroughly vetted.

Even if he's playing fair,
there's plenty of danger

surrounding him.

To start, the
20,000-strong

Boko force that he's betraying.

HVT's definitely gonna have
a bull's-eye on him.

Yeah, one we'll be wearing
the whole time we're with him.

Infil's gonna be tricky.

Lots of unfriendly eyes
in the area.

My vote is we helo in
a market

and scoop our Benedict Boko up.

Objective is to stay no-viz,

so Bravo will drive in
using a cover.

Pose as members
of an American NGO

that builds infrastructure
for developing communities.

Uh, these so-called
charity workers,

are they rocking
full kit and rifles?
Negative.

You'll be rolling slick
for the meet.

Daytime, public,
and under-gunned.

Bingo card of sketchy's
-filling up.
We can handle it.

It feels like two vehicles
to me.

Ray, Sonny, me,

HVT in the lead.

-Rest of the team follows.
-Right.

Swap Quinn and Spenser.

Excuse me?

Put Spenser up
with you in HVT.

His language skills
could come in handy.

Quinn's in the rear.
Just a shooter.

-That's not how I want it.
No, no, no, no.

It suits me fine, Jace.

Just a shooter.

He got me pegged.

I'll pin the routes.

Clay, Sonny, prep
the contingency cases.

Got it? Roll out at 1100.

Hey, uh, thanks again for
putting general quarters

-duty on my plate.
-Well, you know,

Principal Soto's just
returning everything

to its natural order.

I'm the glue-sniffer kid

in the back of the class,
and you are

the Bravo rep that's
polishing his apples.

That meeting every morning is
a time suck that I don't need.

It's hard enough staying
connected with Stella.

All right, well,
you just need to...

tighten the reins there,
Blond Beauty.

You know, team
guys' relationships

blow up fast enough.

No point in burning
through it all

while you're here.

I'm probably gonna ignore
advice from someone

who just stumbles blindly
into everything.

You got me there.

Blind, and you might as well
add deaf and dumb.

Look, man, the, uh, reason
I was late to that meeting

was, I got an email from
Hannah that she was having

some sort of complications.

She and the baby okay?

Yeah, just no thanks to me.

I was like a damn goat
on Astroturf.

Just no sense of how
to help or comfort her.

The email just got me
so twisted up, I-I...

I blanked on the meeting
and I let Bravo down.

Just a typical Sonny Quinn
soup sandwich.

You could have just
explained all that to Soto.

What, and make more
of a fool of myself?

Be like, "Hey, I'm the one
that started the trash fire,

and that was me
actually trying."

So instead you just
let him think

that you're a dumbass
knuckle-dragger.

Seems pretty clear that's
what everyone already thinks.

I don't know, maybe I should
just stop fighting it.

Havoc, this is 1.
We're passing Mercury.

That's a good copy.

You are 15 mikes
to the meeting location.

Havoc out.

Is it wrong to admit that
I'm jealous they got to leave?

Yean, not loving life
on board myself.

Lieutenant Davis, how's that
crypto key working out?

There's nothing to report,
Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw.

Okay.

Hey, um...

something going on with
Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw?

Mm, nothing worth discussing.

Okay.

The way you reacted to him,

I'm just wondering
if he's doing to you

what he did to me.

When?

I was fresh enlisted.

He was an ensign.

We had supply detail together.

So at first I thought
he was funny.

You know, charming even.

But then he started
getting more aggressive.

I'd be trying to work,

and he'd be badgering me about
what kind of guy I liked,

what I fantasized about.

I tried to laugh it off,
but it only got uglier.

And here I'd hoped
he'd changed.

-It's just talk.
-For now.

Look, it's sexual harassment.

Same as back then.

And I wish that I had been
brave enough to report him.

But now you're an officer

mandated to put it on paper
if you know of something.

There's nothing to report.

You know, the Navy has
gotten a lot better

about handling... I'm here to do a job,

one I'm damn good at,
and I don't need a distraction.

Nothing to report,
Lieutenant.

Copy.

You know, I realize I shouldn't
agree with Sonny,

but are we sure letting
a mass murderer

call where and when
was a good idea?

I'll take an ambush over that
floating asylum any day.

Can't argue with that.

Go, Moussa.
Mr. Moussa?

Calm down, I-I don't understand.

Sounds like our warlord
is a little rattled.
Yeah.

Boko attacked our HVT at the
meet site, left him for dead.

Yeah. Yeah...

Moussa bugged out when he
heard the ambulance coming.

Okay, yeah.

Have Davis find out where an
ambulance would've taken Atanga.

Havoc, this is 1.

Frag-O. Stand by.

Whoa, that's our man.

Check.

Can I help you?

Yeah, hi, we're, uh...

we're actually with
an aid organization,

and the gentleman
in this bed here

is an associate of ours,
and we'd like to take him to

our medical facility.

The man in the bed
isn't going anywhere.

He's clinging to life.

Well, we can arrange
for a medevac helo for him.

Asset like that, must be
some aid organization.

All right, look,
the truth is, we're with

the U.S. Department of State,

working in conjunction
with your government.

Whoever you are, the
puncture in his carotid

needs immediate
surgical intervention.

I'm prepping for
that right now.

-He cannot be moved.
-How long?

An hour, a strong dose
of luck, and he's possibly

stable enough to transport.

Now what, Jason?

At some point, Boko's gonna
realize he's still alive.

How long till they
come back to finish the job?

We're not going anywhere.

Bravo spending an hour
in an unplanned location

isn't something we should
feel comfortable with.

Yeah, Atanga's presence in the
hospital makes it a target.

And Bravo's presence
attracts suspicion.

If Boko finds out
who's in there with them,

they will not hesitate
to torch the building.

Civilians included.

Navy's medical team agrees
with the doctor's assessment.

It's too risky to transport
Atanga right now.

Jason said they pulled a cell
phone from the HVT's pocket.

It could have intel on it.

Might be best for
Bravo to take it

and exfil.

Agency doesn't want
what's in his phone,

they want what's in his head.

-That's the mission.
-You heard the shape he's in.

Chance he ever says
a word is a long shot

that's costing us more
every minute.

There's no QRF, the
team's got limited gear.

Yeah. Understood.

But we have no indication
that Boko's

even aware that Atanga's
at the hospital.

Bravo will hold position there.

You think she realizes
she's treating a public enemy?

Atanga didn't have an ID.

She seems unfazed.
Probably doesn't know.

Or she knows exactly
what she's dealing with

and just pro enough
to block it out.

Let too much in,
the scalpel gets shaky.

Ready if this gig switches
from acoustic to electric.

Dig in, boys.

We'll hole up here,
watch the cams,

emerge heavy
if necessary.

Okay. Get your popcorn
ready, friendo.

You have one for me?

Nice try, buddy.

Damn it. Bravo 1.

Our guy just got made.

Hey, give me that.
Give me the phone. Now!

She just told someone
he's here.

Word's out.

Why would you do that, huh?

No, hey, Ray, knock it off.

What's going on?

That man is a monster!

A butcher!

We are helping him?!

All right, look.
Doctor? Doctor.

Hey, step back now.

Looks like we're
gonna have company.

Tell everybody, all right?

Roger that.

They realize whose life
they're saving?

I don't think, uh, they're
gonna be saving anyone now.

Listen, Doctor, I understand.

You understand nothing.

My staff knows the horrors
this man has inflicted

against their neighbors,
their friends.

This is my ward,

and I will not ask them
to disregard their feelings.

Hey, I-I bet you treated
patients from,

from Boko's attack on the
farm in Balaza two weeks ago.

And from the massacre in the
Gayak market the month before?

An awful day for all of us.

Look, we know
he's a monster.

Okay, we were sent to bring him
in to find out what he knows

so the next awful
day doesn't happen.

Look, the greater good
sometimes requires

we have to do things
we're not proud of.

We have to keep
Atanga alive.

Mm.

Okay.

We'll take him in
to operate now.

Anything in SIGINT?
Yeah.

Rumors of Atanga being at
that hospital are spreading.

You know, social media,
local news site.

Boko's S.O.P. suggests
they won't wait long

to act on their
unfinished business.

Yeah, I've requested ISR
to get us

a better visual
on the hospital's perimeter,

but that's still
a ways out.

Until then, Bravo's eyes
are all we've got.

Surgery was successful.

Vitals are improving.

I'll let you know
when he's stable enough

for transport.
Thank you.

Havoc, this is 1. Launch
a medevac to our location.

All right, put it in
a five-minute racetrack.

Doctor?
Hmm?

Ma'am, I, uh...

I just want to apologize
for my outburst earlier.

My wife's an E.R. nurse,
and I get how stressful it is.

Never know
what will land in here.

Wading through blood
and pain all day...

you shouldn't be getting
yelled at on top of it.

Your job's not without its
share of blood and pain, is it?

I don't think I ever said
what my job is exactly.

Didn't need to.

I bet you'd agree,
the blood's not the hard part.

The wounds you can't see are
the hardest to deal with.

As I'm sure your wife knows.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just an observation.

No, but what are you
trying to say?

Lady, you don't know
anything about me.

Okay?

What was that all about?

Talking like she
knows me, knows Naima.

She doesn't know
anything about me.

Everything okay?

Yeah,
excitement never ends.

What happened to the little boy?

Struck by a car.

Little boy's a fighter.

He's about to go in
for another surgery.

Hmm.

Is he gonna be okay?

God willing.

Children are resilient.

But I worry
about his father.

By his side day and night.

Doesn't eat,
doesn't sleep.

His job refused
time off, he quit.

Imagine that kind
of devotion.

Bravo 1, Bravo 3,
need you in the security room.

Got a situation.

Fighting-age male down
in the lobby with a machete.

I don't think
he's asking for more Jell-O.

Guys are here for blood.

And not just Atanga's.

Shh.

Bravo 1, this is 6.

We got three Tangos
down hard in the lobby.

Copy that, Bravo 6.

Another five local inside.

They're splitting up, coming
in from different directions.

Too many. At least we
know what they're after.

Listen, all Bravo elements, tell
people to clear the hallways.

Let's rally outside the O.R.

Hey, we got
to clear the hallways.

-Get away from the O.R., go!
-But what is happening?

Go, you got to go, move.

All right, look, we know
they're on their way here,

so, Clay, Sonny, Brock, Metal,

split up, take 'em out
before they get here.

The rest of us
will protect the O.R.

Bravo elements, this is 6.

Got two Tangos down at my pos.

Not too shabby.

I just dropped three over here.

Copy, 3.

Trigger finger's the one
reliable fiber in me.

Any more movement?

Nothing yet.

Spoke too soon.

These guys are
done playing.

All Bravo elements,
collapse to strongpoint O.R.

-How many we looking at?
-Ten.

-Maybe more.
-Aw, should've brought
my belt-fed.

Look, they're coming in quick,
so get to our position...

-Who the hell throws
a grenade in a hospital?

Out!

Out!

Hold fire! Hold fire!

Go check the bodies.

Havoc, this is 1.
Building's clear.

HVT is secure at this time.
You have any traffic for us?

Copy, 1. ISR is on station now.

Stand by.

Get our umbrella up just
as the storm's passed.

Well, I don't know if it's
blue skies quite yet.

Got two vehicles parked
in the back of the hospital.

Couple of packs in each.

Yeah, looks like they're
glassing the building.

Could be Boko spotters,
waiting for others to show up.

Yeah, I wonder
what their third run

at this guy's gonna look like.

-Oh, no.

He was worried
about his son.

I told him to get away
from the O.R. and take cover.

Hey, man.

You did your best.

I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

The carotid shunt is thrombosed.

Appears he had a stroke,
some internal hemorrhaging.

Well, then get back in there
and stabilize him.

That requires another operation.

But there are
six people downstairs.

Innocent people,
who were just

gravely injured
in that attack.

Half the staff fled in fear.
They need me down there.

You operate on him first,
then you take care of them.

I understand
the "greater good,"

what Atanga's knowledge
might mean.

But it means nothing to
the people who are bleeding out

right now, means nothing if he
can never speak that knowledge.

His odds of regaining
function are miniscule.

My directive is
to keep him alive.

It's not my choice.

No. It's my choice.

So is she walking
out of here or what?

We doubled-down this far
on this mudsucker,

and we're just gonna
let her cut bait?

The whole point of this
mess is landing him.

Atanga's on death's door.

We'd be trading six lives
for a Hail Mary.

It ain't algebra, it's a
mission-- we need her to get him

better and then we get
out of here. Simple.

Boko continues running
roughshod in this region,

a lot more than six
people are gonna pay.

Atanga can help with that.

And any chance of that
is hard to throw away.

If anyone can convince
her, it's Bravo 1.

So you do want it
to be your choice?

There's no good call here.

You want to make it,
be my guest.

Bravo's been radio silent
for 20 minutes.

What are they doing?

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

-What's your sitrep?
-Copy, Havoc.

We're... Heart rate's dropping.

He's coding.

-Look, can you save him?
-There's nothing I can do.

Doctor's in surgery downstairs.

Bravo 1, come in, over.

Havoc, this is, uh, 1.

Go ahead, 1.

HVT is down hard.
We've lost him.

Best shot
we've ever had at Boko,

and it went right
into the ground.

This op was a tightrope walk
from the outset.

There's nothing that anybody
could've done differently.

Well, we don't know that.

We don't know
what went on in there.

Get them back here,
so Bravo 1 can debrief me.

Bravo, this is Havoc.
Boko trucks are still on site,

but your route is open
to the west of the building.

You're clear to RTB.

Sonny's got the gear packed.

Ready to roll out.
Huh.

You made the right call.

Yeah. Boko's still
out there, though.

Davis said that our route's
clear on the other side.

-Enemy won't be a problem.
-Not for us.

Hospital still has
a bull's-eye on it.

You think the next wave might
still come crashing through.

Look, they don't know he's dead.
Our job's not finished.

Bravo 6 in position. Over.

On my mark, stand by.

Three,

two, one.

A wolf to the wolves.

They got what they came for.

All Bravo elements, this is 1.

Collapse back
to the rally point.

We're RTB.

Any luck on Atanga's phone?

He may live to tell
Boko's secrets, after all.

Already found
a promising cache of files.

So maybe today
wasn't a complete bust.

Don't break out the champagne.

Objective was to bring in
the man, not his Nokia.

AAR's gonna read failure.

We salvaged what we could
off a snake-bit mission.

Agency's having a hard time
buying there wasn't one moment

HVT was stable enough
to extract.

Well, you know, medical
opinion, that's not my job.

Well, my job
is justifying

the choices that were made, and
I'm still in the dark on that.

Bottom line is... Bottom line

is that we got a lead on
intel and a full head count.

So take the win, 'cause
you're lucky more lives

weren't lost, sir.

Hey, I hear it's, uh,

taco night.

You want to see what they
got left for the midrats?

Oh, you had me at carbs.
I'm starving.

Hey, you guys grabbing a bite?

Mind if I tag along?

Y-You know what?
I'm just gonna rack out.

Yeah.

Are you still
in, Davis,

now that we lost
our third wheel?

You know what,
I actually have been, um,

meaning to talk to you, uh...

...officer to officer.

Ah, that sounds intriguing.

Your behavior on the ship.

What about my behavior?

You've been making people
uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable?

Well, I know

my sense of humor isn't for
everyone. If I said something...

Yeah, you said a lot

to the women that have
to work with you.

To me.

Back in Guam?

You made every day
hard for me.

Seriously?

Oh, I didn't realize.

You always seemed,
you know, game.

No, this is about your actions,

not about the act that I had to
perform to feel safe around you.

Well, look, I'm sorry.

I had a little
crush on you,

I didn't know
how to handle myself.

Then it ends now.

The harassment. You don't,

you don't treat
anyone on this ship

the way that you treated me.

Yeah, absolutely.

Message received.

Oh, and, Lieutenant Davis,

I appreciate you

coming to me with this.

Hey.

That's some, uh...

serious uplifting music
you got going on, man.

Tell you what,
you play it backwards,

you get your horse back,
and maybe your truck.

The next track is called
"Waitin' Around to Die."

Usually gets people up dancing.

Yeah. Hey.

You want to tell me
what your problem is?

Oh, here we go. What, you,

you gonna blame
the failed op on me?

This is not about the op,
man. I just got to make sure

that you're all
squared away here

and when
we get back home.

This is coming from a guy

who told me to keep my eyes
on the sandbox

instead of Texas when Hannah
tells me that she's pregnant.

You know, I think the,
uh, ship fumes are getting

-to your head there, Jace.
-Right.

You know, that little boy, uh,

he's gonna wake up
in that hospital

and realize that
his daddy's gone.

That man did
everything right.

Gave every breath to that kid.

And this is how
it all plays out.

"Just a shooter."

I wasn't able to protect him.

Well...

this job is always gonna remind
us that life isn't fair, man.

Yeah.

What isn't fair is what
I'm doing to my kid.

She was conceived

in a screwup while I was
serving time for a screwup.

I mean, it's not like she's
just coming into this world

on a hot streak.

No, I just think...

...like maybe she'd be
better off without me.

All right.

Listen, Sonny.

-You're kidding me, right?
-What?

Yeah.

You're drinking?
You're drinking.

If you get caught, this
whole team could get bounced...

Oh, there's the Jace--
There's the Jace I know....from deployment, right?

-Oh, yeah.
-Got to make better
choices, Sonny. Stupid.

You know, I'm always gonna
be here for you.

You know that, right?

But you got to evolve.

Better choices. Copy?

Roger that.

Damn it.

Spenser. You have a minute?

You need my help
with something, sir?

Relax.

I'm just curious about your take
on what happened today.

Op was sideways from the start.

I'm guessing you helped
keep it on the rails?

We all did our part.

Well, it's becoming clear to me
that your part

is a lot more than the Six
on your sleeve.

Team's got some shaky pieces,
you're one who's solid.

Thought I was the one
you were warned about.

I was warned your ambition
and drive to lead

could be problematic.

Problem I think this team
could really use right now.

Look, I'm just here
to kick doors.

You know, not really
looking for anything more.

Might buy that if I didn't see
how you study

Jason's every move.

And looking or not,

the job always finds those
who are capable of more,

pulls it out of them.

Try to make it work
on your terms,

hold something back
for yourself?

The job just gets greedier.

Not sure what more
I can do, sir.

Job will let you know.

Got no doubt you'll rise to it.

Ship noises, they
keeping you up again?

Uh-- What's your excuse?

Eh, I opened one of those
boxes you warned me about.

Thought you could help
someone work their problem?

Let me guess,

reached your hand in
and got bit, huh?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Glad that worked out for you.

What happened with that doctor?

I mean,

she had you rattled.

Quit while you're ahead,
brother. It was nothing.

No, it wasn't nothing.

I mean, she nearly jumped
out of her shoes,

you came at her so hard.

She... I told her
Naima was a nurse.

She pressed a little,
hit a nerve. That's all.

Same nerve that, uh,
had you sleeping in the cages?

All right, man,
look, the truth is,

I left things a bit of a mess
back home with Naima.

Yeah, with everything you've
both been through, all right?

Captivity, being tortured.

No, it-- We were off
since before all that.

But we'll work
it out. It's...

It's not on you
to fix this problem for me.

I wouldn't think about
giving marriage advice

to the team unicorn.

Yeah.

So, uh,

that's what had you
on edge, huh?

Actually, the truth is,
it's a...

it's a load off just
sharing it with you.

Gonna sleep easier tonight.
Tell you that much.

Oh, glad I could help.

Guess that makes me
two for two. Boom.

You're getting
cocky there, Dr. Phil.

What are you,
you gonna trade in your rifle

-for a box of tissues?
-Another sideways
op like today,

I might have to.

Yeah.

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