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- Previously on SEAL Team... - That's Yasiri.

We'll pull up, throw Yasiri in the truck, and we're gone.

- Get us the fuck out of here. - We're clean, let's do this!

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

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

I used to look at the future.

Now I'm scared of what's around the next corner.

It was not the rifle that made you shine.

You are still that guy.

Yasiri's militants are a proxy for a state actor.

- Who? - I'm trying to figure that out.

Instead of trying, start doing.

Says the guy who twice had Yasiri

in his crosshairs and came home empty.

Does the name Jacques Tandina mean anything to you?

He's the SGS source that was playing both sides in Mali.

The Agency is still using him.

Yasiri's squirting. We're losing him again.

Hold tight, we're going after the HVT.

Oh-ho, whoo! Hey!

Probably thinks that we have leftovers for him.

I think we've tried every mimosa in Vah Beach.

What do you mean, "we"?

I think it's finally happened.

I'm officially brunched out.

All this downtime has turned me into brunch guy.

It's like a gateway to popping your collar

and listening to yacht rock.

Oh, casual boozy meals

are a perk of downtime, if you ask me.

Shame, though, you're not gonna be getting

any eggs Benedict in Afghanistan.

Yeah, nor any Jason Hayes.

At least you get to go back,

you know, finish what you started.

Wish I could say the same for Bravo.

Well, while I'm helping my friend's NGO

get women to safety, you can occupy yourself

as a sheepdog around here till you get spun up again.

Oh, okay.

Have you talked to Clay since he went home?

Ah, I want him to have some time with his family,

though living in a one-bedroom apartment

with a newborn, what he really needs is space.

Are you sure you want to be throwing stones

from this particular glass hovel?

Oh, hovel? Did you hear that?

Hovel.

This is no hovel. This place is great.

I'm not planning on living here forever, that's for sure.

Oh! Really?

- Yeah. - Where would you go?

Always wanted to get an Airstream.

And live by the water. Why is that so funny?

I wouldn't expect any less from Bravo 1.

You like being able to drop everything in 30 seconds

and run into the fire with Bravo.

- Hmm. - No judgment.

There you go.

To be honest, I'd be more concerned

if you told me you had a house in Key West

you had your eye on,

where you could spend your days fishing.

Fishing. Caught.

To us, two sharks always circling.

Yo, hey, you don't need to be doing that.

What?

You don't need to be doing that.

Oh, come on, you've made breakfast every day

since you've come home. I can clean up.

I-I'm pretty sure there's not enough household chores

to make up for walking out on you and Brian.

Well, a week's worth of you making omelets

is a good start.

But you could, you know, afford to change up,

maybe throw in a German pancake or something.

- Noted. - Mm, good.

However, Professor, you know,

omelets are actually a metaphor.

Like breaking eggs, making a mess.

And yet still providing for your family.

- I get it. - Right.

Seriously, though, you... stop apologizing.

We both made mistakes navigating your recovery.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure that you being cautious

compares to me insisting that everything is normal

and then losing my shit

when I finally realized that it wasn't.

You're here now.

And between my sabbatical

and you taking a break from Green Team...

I think we can slow down,

maybe figure out what normal means.

How's your pain level?

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jonesing for a pill.

The doctor said that cravings should lessen after ten days.

And you're almost out of the woods.

I promise, I'm never wandering into those woods again.

- Mm. - Come here.

Oh, look at you, all busy behind your big-girl desk.

Well, I'm trying to clean out my inbox

before I head up to D.C.

Looks like I'm also gonna have to clean up that puddle of sweat

you're dripping on my floor there, Sonny.

Oh, yeah, just been doing three-day workouts at the gym.

Yeah, I don't really have anything much else

to do, since...

You know, I'm happy Clay's doing Clay,

but I'm really gonna miss putting on...

... that Mrs. Doubtfire brassiere

and helping out with little Brian.

Now, had I known me sweating profusely would, uh...

- Shut up, listen. - Oh.

I just got an email from a contact at the CIA

confirming that they still rely on the SGS source

they used in our target package in Mali.

The source that sold us out, that got us ambushed,

that lost Clay's leg?

The fucker that I've been dreaming about

putting six feet under?

That's the thing.

They swear that he didn't double-cross us.

Oh, bullshit, that's just the Agency

- covering their ass. - I don't think so.

The official AAR came down and said the source

had been taken out of play.

Something doesn't smell right.

So, I put in an RFI for the case file

for the operation.

Once the red tape clears, I'll know.

If the source was good, then who fucked over Clay?

I'll try to find out, put it on my list

along with getting Bravo back to Syria.

If the war machine's gonna try and pull

some sort of Pat Tillman-style cover-up,

I tell you what, man, someone's gonna pay for this.

I can't do anything until I get that case file.

And even then, once I do know the questions to ask,

the answers that we'll want lie above my pay grade.

Davis, you need to think.

Okay, what about them fancy committees of yours?

You know, a new cake-eater friend

that might want to hook you up?

I mean, I'm trying to understand how it works.

I mean, it looks real good.

- Hi! - Oh, Mr. Hobart, welcome.

I wanted to say thank you to you two.

Oh.

Thank you for what you're doing here.

Oh...

Well, thank you for your service.

Uh, our assistant Kayla will show you

back to a nurse for an assessment.

That's a pretty good sign we're filling a gap

that desperately needed it.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Hey, what's going on? - Oh.

Oh, look who it is.

- Hi. - Hey, hey, hey!

- Hi! - Look at this place.

A little center-warming gift.

- Thank you. - It's very nice.

A little bamboo for good luck.

That's what it's supposed to do... give you structure.

Ray said you were good with him retiring,

but I did not believe it until you walked in here.

Well, if you need any tips on how to deal

with the 2IC, you just let me know.

- Hilarious. - Good, bad, the ugly,

- the unwanted. - Mm!

You guys, this place is incredible.

How many vets are you able to treat?

Oh, we have room for 20 residents upstairs,

a group therapy room, kitchen, quiet meditation room.

Oh, you guys thought of everything.

- Yeah, well, she did. - Let me show you around.

- Yes. - It's impressive.

Ray, it's impressive, finally found a reason

worth leaving the teams for, my friend.

Oh, I appreciate you, brother, but I'm not leaving just yet.

- Oh. - And, in fact,

got a call from Command.

They want me to come in next week.

Want to interview me about your heroics in Mali.

No, fuck that. Man, you kidding me?

No chest candy, no, especially not for that op.

What happened to Clay.

Well, actually, I talked to him earlier.

He's... sounds like he's doing much better.

He and Stella may swing by.

Doesn't mean I should get a medal for an op

that ended his career. No, uh-uh.

So just make it go away.

No can do on this one, brother. They're talking Navy Cross.

Navy Cross, Ray?

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Command's got me under the microscope.

You know, first Omar, now this.

You can't look over both shoulders at the same time.

Can't.

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Thank you, everyone.

Ma'am.

I was wondering if you might have a moment

to speak privately.

- I'll catch up with you. - Yes, ma'am.

Is there a problem, Lieutenant?

I was thinking about what you said

about the repercussions

of not having a full view of the playing field.

Oh, so what keeps me up at night

is now keeping you up as well, also?

Yes, after I came across some troubling information

that paints an incomplete picture.

I believe you're in a position to help me

fill in some of the blanks.

How so?

All signs suggest to me that the militia group

that hit the USS Crampton was backed by a state actor.

But we can't tell who unless we send a team

back to Syria to finish degrading al-Sham Brigade

and learn who's behind them.

You know such a decision falls on SOCOM, not me.

And I also know that you and the deputy commander

go way back to your first ship.

Oh, I guess you have read my CV.

If you were to whisper in his ear to make this happen,

all of the glory will go to him

when the state actor theory is confirmed,

and he will owe you a favor in return.

A bold move... for a woman that accused me

of advising her to play politics.

What happens if your theory isn't correct?

By finishing the job with al-Sham,

we eliminate the extremists who killed 20 American sailors.

Nothing for the brass to be ashamed of there.

I would argue it's a bigger black eye

to let this act go unpunished, ma'am.

I don't disagree.

I'll see what I can do.

Anything else, Lieutenant?

No. Thank you, ma'am.

Morning, gentlemen.

I realize your feet have barely touched the ground here,

but you'll be spinning up.

Spinning up or handling our unfinished business?

Well, you got your wish, Jace, we're going back to Syria.

Your mission remains a capture/kill

of Jamar Yasiri as a means of degrading the al-Sham Brigade.

Additionally, you will be gathering any intel

that may help expose a more powerful entity,

likely a state actor supporting the al-Sham Brigade.

Any ideas who that might be?

Turkey, Russia, Iran. Even the Chinese.

Knowing what we're up against,

what type of additional firepower are we packing?

Yeah, 'cause getting caught naked by a fleet of drones

wasn't nearly as fun as it sounds.

We're on our own.

S.A. mode, small footprint,

allowing us to work more covertly

as we search for Yasiri.

There's no known location on the HVT,

but there is promising intel.

After Bravo's engagement with Yasiri's militia,

they carried out their planned assault

of a nearby ISIS compound.

The ISIS casualties were near total,

but chatter says a few of the unit's leaders did escape,

and it's believed they've discovered Yasiri's whereabouts.

- How does that help us? - Are we gonna hook up

in a Yasiri survivors support group?

The Agency will point us towards those ISIS survivors,

we will make them an offer.

They give us Yasiri's location, and we deliver the revenge

that they are too outgunned and undermanned to execute.

Enemy of my enemy, right?

You're wheels up in eight hours.

Wheels up, boys.

Hey, Davis.

Any news on Mali? I'd feel better leaving Clay

if I knew I was getting justice for him.

Oh, nothing yet.

What, are you still waiting to hear something, or... ?

I told you, I got nothing.

Well, that's a non-answer if I ever heard one.

Look, I don't have anything to tell you about Mali

because I used all the capital that I had

to get a team back to Syria.

You got to be shitting me. What about Clay?

I couldn't ask for both, okay? I had to choose.

And getting a team back to Syria has global implications.

So, getting answers for Clay is too small of stakes

for a big-game hunter.

- That is not what I said. - You didn't have to.

Turn your back on your family so you can go full cake-eater.

Okay.

Yep, congratulations, Davis.

Your abandonment of Bravo is complete.

Did you get on this hotel? Do you remember?

- Yeah. - Great.

Clay. Hi.

- Hey. - How are you?

Oh, you know, just taking it one day at a time.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Stella sends her love and congrats, by the way.

- Sorry, our babysitter bailed. - Oh, no worries.

Hey, I guess we're both flying solo

since Ray got spun up.

Uh, welcome. Hi, come on in.

Kayla here will help you out, okay?

- Ready for the tour? - Yeah.

- Let's do it. - Yeah.

I'm sorry, should I not have mentioned Bravo?

No, look.

Last time they left, I could admit

that it bothered me that they got spun up without me.

But this time I can honestly say that it doesn't.

Okay, good.

Could think of plenty of folks

who could have used a place like this.

Yeah, thanks.

I can't take all the credit.

Ray definitely had a vision.

Well, found himself another way to serve.

Yeah.

I told you, I already filled those out!

- Okay? - Hey.

- Listen! - Hey! Hey, relax, okay?

Hey, wait just a...

Hey.

Easy, all right? Relax.

- Come on. - Hey.

- Let me go! - Relax.

Let go of me.

In you go, bud. That's it.

So, we're both leaving for unfinished business.

Only one who loses is Cerby.

Cerby, he's definitely not losing out, I'll tell you.

Theo cooks him a steak practically every night.

- What? - He's, he's getting

the better of the half.

Then we all win.

I don't know. You working on Taliban's turf,

I don't really know if that's a win,

especially if you don't have Jason Hayes to protect you.

You saying you don't want me to go?

Can't ask that.

I hope we're at a place where you can ask me anything.

Anything but that.

If you asked me to stand down, I'd say no.

I'd never ask that.

What's got you spinning?

I thought you'd be thrilled to get a shot

at your unfinished business in Syria.

Oh, I am, trust me.

I am, I am. But maybe that's the problem.

Meanwhile, Ray and Clay

have found their off-ramps from operating.

- You think they shouldn't? - Not at all.

Just seeing them, you know, move on

has got me thinking about our future,

and I don't see any off-ramps, all I see is Bravo.

I mean, what does that say about me, right?

Despite all the work that I've done on myself,

I cannot quit this war.

It says you know there's still a lot of work

left to do... we both do.

When we drop everything to do that work,

there's a price.

That price is the collateral damage

on the folks we care about.

Look, I-I've heard some alarm bells, too.

It's hard not to when history has proven

that running into the fire turns our relationships

into casualties.

But we're both running in.

That makes us different, right?

Oh, that's my Uber.

I'll see you, uh... see you when I get home.

Yeah. All good.

- Get home safe. - You, too.

A little dustier than we left it.

Yeah. Well, the way we scrambled out of here,

asses in hand, probably forgot to tip the maid.

Ray, still nothing from the Agency

on those potential ISIS targets?

They said they're still synthesizing the latest intel.

All right, well, we don't hear anything by tomorrow morning,

I got somewhere else we can go to for help.

Roger that.

Yezda.

I see that trash-talking seminar served you well.

Bravo Team.

What misfortune have you returned to inflict upon us?

Yezda, it tore us up, having to leave the way we did.

Looks like you stepped up into the commander's boots.

With an assist from Bravo Team. Why are you here?

We came back to take out Yasiri.

Weeks after his men killed our commander,

after they attacked us again and killed four of my sisters?

We can give you retribution for Commander Nouri.

I know I want some.

So, go get it.

We hoped you might help us with that.

You don't think we've given enough?

We're just looking for some info, okay?

You know, tune you might've heard

listening to the ISIS radio the way you do.

Word is, some of the ISIS whose compound was destroyed

might know the location of Yasiri.

We were hoping you could point us in the direction

- of those ISIS. - What do we get in return?

Empty apologies and promises

won't buy us weapons to protect ourselves.

American money will.

Commander Nouri spoke of how you threw it around in the past.

$50,000.

Done.

Done.

I hear the commander

at that ISIS compound is said to be alive.

If anyone knows Yasiri's location, it is him.

Where is this commander located?

In the wind.

But I hear his wife,

she is powerful in her own right.

You want to make a deal with the devil,

I can tell you where to find her.

We're listening.

It's called Al-Hawl.

And before you even think of asking,

there isn't enough cash in the world

to get me to go in there with you.

Al-Hawl refugee camp, 60 klicks from here.

At the fall of the ISIS caliphate in Syria,

the camp was created to house the left-behind wives,

widows, and children, many of whom are orphans.

Doesn't look like the sun will come out tomorrow over there.

ISIS brides biding their time until the caliphate rises again.

Who's watching over this place?

The U.N. withdrew along with the Red Cross

and other NGOs.

Officially, Kurdish YPG are serving as the wardens.

But after having a dozen men stabbed and ripped apart inside,

they stick to the perimeter.

The camp is run by the women inside.

And we're gonna go in and ask one of them for a favor.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Shit, man.

I'm not up for round two if you've come back for more.

Man, I-I'm sorry about the wrists.

I'm Clay.

Ben. You know, if I had known

that there was a team guy here,

I would've kept myself in check.

What gave it away?

Don't you know how to spot a team guy?

He'll tell you.

Fair enough.

What about you?

Air Force.

Well, appreciate you, uh, stepping in

when I... I bugged out.

Kept me from another night in lockup.

What set you off?

It's all those questions

at intake, man.

It's hard enough asking for help, you know?

Why I got to open up a vein and talk about homelessness

and PTS and shit?

Maybe that's how they find out what you need help with.

No, what I need

is one night of sleep without a nightmare.

One morning where I wake up, feel like myself again.

Too many guys get home from the battlefield

believing they'll never, ever shake the things

they've seen and done.

I didn't ever come home from the battlefield.

Like, literally.

Joined up to fly fighter jets,

and instead they got me up in Langley killing people

tens of thousands of miles away with a joystick.

Flying drones spared you from ending up with one of these.

You kidding?

I'd much rather have a robot leg

than whatever it is I got going on.

You must think I'm pathetic,

being so whacked-out from fighting war

in an air-conditioned box.

The worst injuries are the ones that no one can see.

You know, it takes balls asking for help,

staying in the fight the way you are.

That's just it.

Chair Force never put me in the fight.

Boots on the ground or not, this war has given us

more blood and nightmares than anyone can handle.

You know, this place is... is to help guys like you.

Like us.

No one can handle this on their own.

Well, what do you know?

Dr. fucking Phil broke my wrist.

YPG source says that this ISIS commander's wife...

Nimat Dahmash... lives in a tent here.

Uh, means crossing through a large chunk of the camp

to even approach her.

Could go in undercover as an electrical crew.

Lots of exposed wiring

in that video, I mean, maybe they won't fuck with us

if they think we're fixing their Wi-Fi.

Yeah, I'm not sure that access to TikTok

will quell the bloodlust of these ladies.

We saw how well they took to any kind of outsiders, okay?

I say we just, you know, hit 'em with speed and surprise.

You know, the YPG say they did deliver the food

same time every day at this gate here,

across the camp from Nimat's tent.

We could use the delivery to pull some of the crowd away,

clear our path in.

Unless Nimat goes over with them.

- Mm-hmm. - I'll bet she doesn't.

Commander's wife will hold the position of power

in the camp, probably has underlings serving her.

Thins out the crowd.

We move in quick, no-viz, concealed weapons.

Yeah, we'll beeline for Nimat's tent,

- make our case. - Total crapshoot, man.

Numbers against us, enemy territory, no QRF.

- YPG will QRF if needed. - That's great.

Man, we saw how those guys freaking handle their shit

in the prison riot... that went real well.

You know what, we move out in 30.

Let's go.

Jace, you'll be with Omar as he talks to Ms. Dahmash,

ideally out of sight of the rest of the camp.

You do realize you speak Arabic as well.

Yeah, which is gonna come in handy

if I need to talk down any of the thousand bystanders

I'm gonna keep off of your six.

Look, Omar looks the part. He knows the culture.

He'll be able to create trust with the wife.

And honestly, there's nobody else

I'd rather have with you in the lion's den.

Sorry, but you know what, you know what, as OIC,

you do not actually have tactical authority over me.

You do know that?

Right plan's the right plan.

Waiting for exfil trucks... brightest idea

- those two numbskulls ever had. - Huh, about time Rosencrantz

and Guildenstern drew the right straws.

All right, check that out, will you?

Just when I thought I liked you.

All right, food delivery will hit in a minute.

Great. Radio check.

- Check. - Yep.

All right, keep your weapons holstered.

Bravo 1, on you.

Okay, when the food delivery drops,

that's when we roll, got it?

Got a PID on Nimat Dahmash.

All friends here.

Don't escalate it, just keep your distance.

The fuck is he doing?

He's good, 1.

Nimat Dahmash?

What's he saying?

Allahu Akbar.

Can't make it out.

He's probably just kissing the ring.

Yeah, well, he needs to work on his ring-kissing skills.

Hey, something's off.

She sent those two for reinforcements.

Ray and Sonny got our six.

You are American,

so let's speak your vulgar tongue.

- What do you want? - Jamar Yasiri, al-Sham Brigade.

Do you know this man?

And here, I thought you were coming to apologize

about the drones that destroyed my home

and forced me into this place.

It wasn't American drones. It was Yasiri's drones.

Americans love to put weapons in other people's hands

to do their dirty work.

The blood of my people is on your hands.

Yasiri is our enemy just like he's yours.

- We're hunting him. - Hunting him? For what?

A man who has bathed in the blood of the caliphate

is a hero to infidel pigs like you.

Look, we're here to take him out.

We just need your husband's help to find him, that's all.

Your attack dog has gotten off his leash, is that it?

Yasiri is not our attack dog.

We will soon punish him, just as we will slit the throats

of those who empowered him.

It's getting a little too crowded

for this infidel's taste.

I'm still wondering where Nimat's two henchmen went

and who else might come back with 'em.

Jason and Omar better step on the gas.

Look, we're not saying the U.S.

hasn't made mistakes in the past.

Yeah, but someone else is supplying his weapons,

and we caught their wrath just like you did.

Those same drones that destroyed your home

nearly killed us.

We want vengeance, just like you.

My husband is off planning his own vengeance.

Really? With what men?

What weapons?

By the time he gets his army together,

it's gonna be too late.

Yasiri's militia,

the shadow force behind them,

will own this region.

You want to rise from the ashes?

You let us handle Yasiri.

Follow me.

- What are we doing? - She said to follow her.

So, we're taking orders from ISIS now?

Our only lead on Yasiri.

Good with this, 1?

This place is a maze, and we're going deeper in it.

We're being led by the leader of this camp.

Right now she's our best protection.

Or she's parading us before the slaughter.

What do you think, 1?

Omar's been dead-on about her so far,

so we're Charlie Mike.

She's relaying our offer.

You sure about that?

Telling him straight, word for word.

Uh, he wants to know if we can make it look like

he did the hit on Yasiri.

We can do that.

All right, everybody clear on the plan?

All right, look, we're gonna let ISIS take credit for this.

Uh, it cannot look professional, all right?

We got to make it appear sloppy.

So, we'll use .762 rounds.

I'll put suppressors on the AKs.

All right. Don't keep the groups tight.

Keep the pattern sporadic when engaging.

All right, let's kit up, we roll out in 20.

Yasiri's location's is a two-hour drive.

Hey, just hang back for a second.

I just... I want to talk to you about something, okay?

Look, if I stepped on your toes back at the camp...

No, no, no. You handled your shit.

We achieved mission success because of you.

Whoa, was that a compliment?

Could I record that so the guys will know?

Look, um...

... the last two times that we engaged with Yasiri,

it went sideways.

So I just want to make sure before we roll out...

Oh, I see.

Praise is really just a front for coaching me up.

No, I'm not coaching you up.

Look, I'm reading you in.

Ray's leaving. I'm not going anywhere.

But in order for Bravo to run smoothly,

Bravo 1 and its 2IC have to trust each other.

Look, um...

All this combat that, uh, that I've seen,

my body has definitely kept score.

And sometimes when we go outside the wire,

I need, you know, the team to help me out.

Well, yeah, you can't go 100,000 miles

without losing step.

I got my days, too.

Why there's a team to fall back on.

Right, uh, it's... it's more than that.

Look, I hid it from my teammates.

I... I'm hiding it from Command.

I have TBI.

I'm working the problem, but it does flare up.

And when it flares up, it's... it's a fucking bitch.

Our first brush with Yasiri.

Shit, I thought you didn't trust me.

I... I didn't trust myself, you know, to make a call,

to keep you safe.

Look, if this is something that you need

to read Command in on, I'm...

You really think you're fucking special?

Like you're the only old bullfrog whose egg is cracked.

Shit, TBI is right up there with stripper exes

and travel tattoos.

We may not talk about 'em, but we all got 'em.

Look, I might be the new guy here on Bravo,

but I'll go shields up for any one of my brothers.

Let's kit up.

I confess, I never thought I'd see the day,

teaming up with ISIS.

You sure they're not trying to set us up?

You know what, they want Yasiri dead

just as much as we do.

Yeah, well, I've seen enough dinosaur movies

to know that you can't override instinct.

If they wanted to fuck with us, we'd already be fucked.

Doesn't benefit them to wipe us out.

Yasiri is their roadblock right now.

Shit, you really want to worry, Sonny?

Remember, the last time we went after Yasiri,

he hit us with drones.

Who knows what other kind of toys he's got up his sleeve?

Call it.

Jackpot.

All right, target's secure.

Let's get to work, boys, you know what to do.

In and out of here in under ten.

Good?

Off target in two.

Sonny, how's that barbecue coming along?

Set. Waiting on extract, boss.

- How we doing? - Good to go, boss.

- Okay, let's roll. - All right.

Last man Quinn, cleared hot.

Beat it, Brock-amole.

Hey, I was talking to Naima earlier.

Apparently, our boy Spenser saved the day at the center.

There was some patient that was causing trouble.

Well, I'm glad that Blond Cena's making himself useful.

Speaking of, Davis tipped me off

to some weird shit that happened with the Mali ambush.

- Hmm? - What's that mean?

The bad source that supposedly set us up, it ain't true.

The Agency's still using him.

The official AAR is full of shit.

What the hell does that mean?

It fucking means that the brass

is covering something up.

The question is why.

I asked Davis to dig deeper, and she wouldn't.

Oh.

This fucking medal they're throwing at me,

complete cover, right?

Head-shed distraction tactic.

You can't read that much into it.

Besides, whatever it is, Bravo's got your back,

including Omar.

I read him in tonight before we hit Yasiri.

You know, told him about my head.

Really? Didn't see that coming.

I thought you'd be happy about it, man.

- You've been pushing for it. - Yeah, I am.

I mean, I have been pushing for it.

I just figured I'd be pushing for a while.

You don't have a while left, Ray.

Guess the end of the road really is coming

for the two of us, huh?

And he's finally down.

I'm pretty sure I've never heard "patriarchy"

used in a lullaby before.

Mm, well, you know, Brian likes my ad-lib lyrics,

so, yeah.

Also, stop spying on me on the baby monitor, please.

You should appreciate that I can't take my eyes off you.

Is that what it is?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

- Hmm. - Mmm.

You're certainly in a good mood

since the vet center.

I'm thinking about going back tomorrow.

Really?

You've taken a shine to that kid, haven't you?

What can I say? He, uh...

... he reminds me of Swanny.

Well, that's no faint praise.

I mean, in the, in the best and worst ways.

Mm-hmm.

It also reminded me that, you know,

last time I got injured, I...

I found a fight away from the battlefield.

Do you think that maybe this is...

this is a long-term substitute for Green Team?

It was nice feeling like I was making an impact with Ben.

I don't know.

Good reminder that I can never stop working the problem.

Stay in that three-foot world, you can get through anything.

I'm done with my three-foot world.

That doesn't leave enough room for what's really important.

You and Brian are all that matters.

Yasiri's laptop still uploading back to Davis?

Hopefully some receipts on who

his weapons sugar daddy might be.

My money's on Tom Hanks.

Hold up, what's this?

Aftermath photos from the drone strikes

they hit us with in Suluk.

Some sort of after action report?

Maybe. I-I can't read it.

It's not Arabic, it's Farsi.

Why was Yasiri receiving an AAR in Farsi?

Jacket says he's native Syrian, he spoke Arabic.

Ma'am, I don't believe he received that AAR.

Metadata shows he generated it and sent it off.

Who the hell's up the chain from Yasiri?

Who was he submitting it to?

Haven't yet determined who. Only where.

- Perry. - Ray, I need to confirm

that the HVT's laptop has remained secure

in a Faraday case.

Affirm, why? What's going on?

Bravo needs to take every measure

to stay blacked out until I can ensure

you haven't been compromised.

Why the extra cloak and dagger now?

I mean, Yasiri's out of the picture,

and we're not on his militia's radar.

The militia's not our concern. The force behind them is.

Wait.

You figured out where the weapons came from?

Their weapons, their funding,

their marching orders.

It's all coming from the same place.

Iran.

That's who we've been battling.

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