All language subtitles for SEAL.Team.S06E09.WEB.x264-TG

Previously onSEAL Team...

Sir, our enemy is one man...

Iranian General Afshin Rajavi.

General Rajavi personally
directed the attack

on the USS Crampton.

General Rajavi. You
know when and where

we can find him outside Iran.

I may have heard
that Mr. Rajavi

will be traveling
three days from now.

- Where?
- Blasim Airfield, Mosul, Iraq.

- Just put the fucking gun down.
- Go!

This isn't the answer.
Just give me the gun.

- Thanks.
- Easy day.

Security!

All I'm saying, one
more night in Amman

- would not have killed us, Jace.
- Ah.

Air conditioning, iced coffees,
zarb like my mom made...

It had all the comforts of home.

We're one step closer to
nailing this General Rajavi.

We'll be home soon enough, boys.

Despite all the
curveballs thrown our way,

it did feel like some
vintage Bravo in Jordan.

Yeah, although, uh, next
time Jason decides to play

helicopter chicken
in the pitch black,

I'll stay
on the ground, thanks.

I don't know what
you're bitching about, Trent.

You got a story
for the ages, huh?

Hey, that
interdiction was so ninja,

I actually texted Clay about it.

- Yeah?
- I bet he was a little jealous.

Uh, you know what, I actually
haven't heard from the guy.

The intel that Khoi
passed along is being vetted.

If it bears fruit, we
should be expecting

a target package from
Command very soon.

And in the meantime, we
could revel over the fact

that Bravo's firing on
all cylinders, boys.

- That's right, yeah.
- There it is!

Ah, did you see that?

Yeah, it's about time you
boys stepped up to my level.

Come on.

Oh, it's Naima.
Excuse me, boys.

Hey, Jace, if that
is Command calling,

you gotta let 'em know
I need about ten minutes

before we spin up,
because that mansaf

is still working
its way through me.

The ride home made
us all aware, Sonny.

Hayes.

Hear what, sir?

Right, yeah.

I'll tell 'em.

What's going on, Jace?

What's going on, Jace?

It's Clay.

What about Clay?

He...

He's dead.

Naima said Clay was shot
by a security guard.

Security guard? Doing what?

Sounds like he was involved
in an attempted break-in

at the Air Force
recruitment center.

Clay involved in a break-in?
There's no fucking way.

Look, he's had his
bumps on the road, okay,

but he has his
stuff squared away.

This doesn't make
any sense, guys.

Naima's gonna keep me updated.

They've got the wrong guy!

Do you understand?
It is the wrong guy.

I'm gonna call Clay right now
and I'm gonna clear this all up.

Really simple.

Hey, Stella, it's,
uh, it's Sonny.

Um...

I, uh... I heard that
some stuff happened.

Uh... some really bad stuff,

and, uh, I tried calling Clay.

Um...

I just...

I need you to tell me
he's gonna be okay.

He's... he's gotta be okay.

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

You've reached Mandy.
Leave a message.

If you've come
to rub my face in it

after Bravo achieved mission
success, I deserve it.

I wish this was about Bravo.

What's wrong?

Clay was shot and
killed last night.

What?

No, that... that can't be.

He's here, he's home
with his family.

Details are sketchy
at the moment.

This is going to destroy Sonny.

Please, please, God. Pick
up the phone, pick up.

Pick up, buddy.

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

Fuck!

- Davis.
- I am so sorry about Sonny.

No.

No, don't say sorry
about no rumors.

- I wish this was a rumor.
- Yeah.

You know, uh, he's supposed

to be safe at home

with his baby boy.

If you'd been a
little more interested

in getting justice for Clay
instead of sending our asses

back to Syria, I
would be at home

keeping him safe,
do you understand?!

Look, I know you're
upset, Sonny, okay?

Upset? Upset?

My heart is mudsucked right now.

I keep thinking about
Stella and Brian, you know?

Uh...

What, you haven't... You
haven't seen them yet?

CACO has been with Stella
since before I heard.

They need to be
with their family.

Her parents are on their way.

Their Bravo family.

And I should be there.

We don't get ambushed in
Mali, this doesn't happen.

Do you understand?!

You still think
finding the person

with Clay's blood on their
hand isn't worth your time?

I gotta go.

I don't know, man.

Losing a brother
is always tragic.

But, uh...

you know, everything that Clay
went through, it's just...

This one's fucking mean, man.

Blindside hits
always hurt the most.

Bravo is lucky

you're commanding the
ship at times like this.

Come on, man, you really
sure about that, huh?

I put Clay in the ground.

If I'd taken care of my
TBI like I should have,

he'd still be alive.

Jace, if any fingers
need pointing,

they should be in my direction.

Clay was with a kid
from my vet center

when he was killed.

You try to create a beacon
of hope, and this...

this damn war just puts it out.

It's a hell of way to repay Clay

for saving my career
after he took the heat

on the Marsden letter.

Man, I don't even want to
think about where I would be...

if it wasn't for
him...

helping me get my head fixed.

Look, I'm
sorry to interrupt.

Command's on the horn.

Uh, it sounds like the
target package is ready.

You gotta be
fucking shitting me.

Oh, Command's timing's
horrible as ever.

Um, I didn't have the privilege

of operating with
Clay, but, um...

sounds like you molded him
into one hell of a frogman.

Actually, he's the one who
had more of an impact on me.

Look, boss, Bravo's
rightfully a mess.

If Command's sending
us marching orders,

are we fit to follow 'em?

Our whole team can "fall ill,"

say we're not battle-ready,
and sit this one out.

But if you say we should
roll, I trust your judgment.

My judgment has caused
a lot of pain recently.

It's on Bravo to decide.

- Hey.
- Hey.

This is so awful.

Yeah.

I'm, uh... still numb.

Have you seen Stella?

I've been dealing
with the fallout here.

I-I tried calling her,
but I got her voice mail,

which I guess is to be expected.

Not yet. I...

I wanted to, but...

But what?

The op where Clay lost his leg,

I had my reservations,
but I didn't say anything.

If only I had spoken up.

Clay was with one
of our residents

when he was killed.

And as much as I want
to be there for Stella,

I can't imagine
she'd want me around.

Naima?

Lisa?

Stella.

I'm so sorry.

- What are you doing here?
- I, uh...

I...

I...

You find this person who
makes you feel things

that you never knew existed
before they came into your life,

and then, yet, when
they're... When they're gone,

everyone is just so...

preoccupied with these

pragmatic concerns,
like, like...

life insurance, and, uh,
and funeral arrangements.

You know, it's just...

I'm just trying
to feel connected

to my husband, you
know?

So, I...

Oh, God. I thought
maybe it would help

to retrace his final steps.

Ray and I are devastated

that someone from
the clinic was...

No, no, no, don't do that.

This place made... Made
Clay feel whole again.

Gave him purpose.

I got my husband back when
he started coming here.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

You know, Clay loved
telling the story

about how you handed
him his ass in the C-17,

when he was just a
strap with Bravo.

He loved you, Lisa.

He loved you.

Intel has vetted what we
got off Khoi in Jordan.

General Rajavi will be
traveling from Tehran

to Mosul, Iraq, in two days.

The brass believe
he's in play there.

Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

Look, taking him out,
it's an important op.

But maybe this one
is not for Bravo.

We gotta decide whether
or not that, uh,

we want to stand
down and go home.

The only op that I'm
interested in doing

is the one that
Clay tasked us with.

That is being there for Brian...

and being there for Stella.

I mean, we got the
ball to the goal line.

There is no shame in letting
someone else spike the football.

Family first.

Then it's decided.

I'll get on the
horn with Command.

How you holding up?

I saw Stella.

Made me feel
better. And worse.

Bravo's put a request
in to return home.

Say they're not battle-ready.

Can you blame 'em?

Given their current headspace

and the geopolitical
stakes of this action

against General Rajavi, I
can't say that I disagree.

I feel a "but" coming.

The Agency's taken over
Khoi's digital media

and put out a
disinformation story

about why he never
made it to Shanghai,

but it'll only hold
for a few days.

And when Rajavi catches
wind that we're onto him,

he's gonna park
his ass in Tehran

where we can't reach him.

Meaning there's no time
to spin another team up.

Might be on Bravo's heavy
shoulders to pull this off.

I'm more worried about their
heads than their shoulders.

Clay's loss has gotta
be stirring things up,

especially for Jason and Ray.

Is there something
I'm not aware of?

No, sir.

I just mean it all adds up.

So, you're ordering Bravo to
move forward with the mission?

Well,
stakes like these,

call's coming from
above Command.

Which is a good thing, too.

I am so torn up about Clay,

I have no clue what's
best right now.

Look, our request
to make it home

has been denied.

You've gotta be shitting me.

With the tight timeline
and no other assets

in the region, the
op falls on us.

War fighters over war fighting.

Okay, but our brother
just died, Jace.

We gotta get home to his
wife and his little boy.

Don't you think I
fucking know that, Sonny?

But orders are orders.

Well, fine, I'll just book us
a commercial flight home, then.

You really think Clay
would want us all

to pull a career-ender?

Hey, sooner we knock this out,

the sooner we get to
go home, all right?

Ray, what do we got?

Yeah, okay.

Two afternoons from now,

General Rajavi is set to meet
with a commander of Al-Hashd

in the Bab-al-Saray
market in Mosul.

So, broad daylight in
militia-controlled territory.

- What's not to like?
- It gets better.

One of his undisclosed
drone bases is in the area.

We take out the general
and his ISR capability,

we set back Iran's
intention in the region.

- Done.
- A lot of moving parts.

Yeah, two targets, two
different locations.

Which leaves us with one choice.

Abandon our posts,
Bowe Berghdahl-style.

Simultaneous drone strikes.

Call in our drones to
do the heavy lifting,

we come off the sidelines
for battle damage assessment.

We confirm that this dirtbag
of a general's been hit,

fucking eats a hellfire,
we get to go home.

Now, look, Sonny's on
full tilt about Clay.

Maybe I should roll with
him, balance him out?

Yeah, we can't have any
wild cards out there, Jace.

Okay, you, Sonny, and Brock,
you watch the drone fields.

The rest of us will keep
an eye on the general.

We are, uh...
we're gonna toast.

Hey. You don't
have to do that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Hey.

To Clay Spenser, our, uh...

our teammate and...

our brother.

The best of us don't come home.

Corner's not reserved for
the star pupil, Lieutenant.

Just, um,
feeling outranked, ma'am.

If this op succeeds, your
days of feeling that way

will be numbered.

Admiral Rivas, you
remember Lieutenant Davis.

How could I forget the
officer who told me

inaction against General Rajavi
would invite the next Ukraine?

Well, I admit my messaging
was a little blunt, sir.

Well, it worked.

Thanks to you, we're about
to derail Iran's ambitions

- in the Middle East.
- Let's hope.

I feel like all eyes
in this room are on me.

That's because they are.

All wondering how you were
able to read the tea leaves

when they could not, and
connect General Rajavi

to the Cramptonattack.

Enjoy the moment, Lieutenant.

You're the reason
we're all here.

Havoc, this is 1, I pass Pat's.

I copy Pat's, 1. Over.

Clay's funeral is in two days.

We do this right,
we'll be back in time.

It all feels so fast.

It'll have been
five days by then;

Stella deserves closure.

What the fuck is closure, huh?

Let's get front-sight
focused, all right?

Let Clay go until we
get through the op.

First deployment, 2007,

lost our 2IC in a midnight raid,

got sent on a follow-on
a couple hours later.

Yeah, we've all been
through that bullshit.

This is just different.

At least this
op makes an impact.

That's right.

Wipe the general off the map,
people's lives are better.

The only lives I'm interested
in making better at this moment

are Stella and Brian's.

You need to clear
your head, Sonny.

Can't roll into an
op with a lit fuse.

Tell you what, this
op goes sideways,

you're gonna want me to go boom.

Entering Mosul proper
in about ten klicks.

Heads on a swivel, boys.

General's plane lands
in about an hour.

And it's hellfire
shortly after that.

Bravo One,
this is Havoc.

Your airstrike has been canked.

Say again, your airstrike
has been called off.

Hold what you got and stand
by for further instructions.

What the fuck now?

I was afraid the Iraqis
would get cold feet.

Citing our history
of drone strikes

causing civilian casualty

feels like an outdated excuse.

Iraq is effectively a
vassal state of Iran.

Authorizing a hit on
Rajavi would stir the pot.

So the general skates.

And he will soon
connect the dots

and realize that we're onto him.

This was our last
shot at Rajavi.

Just because the drone
strikes weren't authorized

doesn't mean we can't
still affect the situation.

We have assets on the ground.

Bravo is there for
battle damage assessment.

They're not prepared
for a kinetic operation.

It's their call, but
if you don't think

your former team
is up to the task,

now's the time to
speak up, Lieutenant.

If anyone can pull it
off, Bravo can, sir.

Where does
this put us, boss?

On a flight home,
do not pass "go,"

do not pick up dead general.

Look, the brass
doesn't want to give up

on taking out Rajavi.

If we come up with a plan,
we're clear to Charlie Mike.

Shit, but good idea
fairies want a plan,

let's just say we don't got one.

That means
we'll be home in time

for when they put
Clay in the ground.

Uh, if I, if I miss that,

I don't think I'd
ever forgive myself.

You know, Clay told
me, "If anything goes wrong,

"the worst happens, I
want you to be there

for Stella and my kid."

And you know what, I wasn't,
and that fucking kills me.

But, uh, you know,
missing out on things,

that's part of the job,
right? That's what we do.

Sacrifice to save
lives and...

Look, if we don't
take this shot,

more people are gonna die.

What shot, Jace?

We're geared up to
be spectators, okay?

Not to get in the damn
ring and throw haymakers.

We may not be
rolling heavy, Sonny,

but it's not our equipment
that makes us elite.

Look, man.

The families of those
dead American sailors

are hurting just like us.

Maybe, you know, a
little vengeance...

just might give 'em
a little comfort.

Yeah, I was with Clay when
we heard about the Crampton.

He thought the world
should know what happens

when you poke the bear.

So fuck it. I'm in, brother.

Yeah, all right, listen,
when the general lands,

we're gonna
interdict the convoy.

We're gonna hit 'em hard and
we're gonna hit 'em fast.

He'll be keeping a low profile

with a limited
security footprint.

All right, it's a fair
fight on the ground.

But they get those
drones up in the sky...

Stand by to die.

So, we hit the aerial
assets, too, like we planned.

Intel on drone site said
there's minimal security, right?

Sonny and I will improvise
a way to take them out

while the rest of the
team hunts Rajavi.

Four rifles against the general

and his security team
is a fight I'll take.

If you take out the drones
before we get to Rajavi,

and, uh, he'll know we're
making a play on him.

Simultaneous hits. Easy day.

Anybody thinks
this is just batshit crazy,

you better speak up now.

Clay can fall in a hole
like Baby Jessica did,

surrounded by the enemy with
just a pistol on his side,

and survive...

Yeah.

We got this, boys.

Let's do this
one for Clay, all right?

Normal pregame nerves, or
something deeper going on?

Ma'am?

That Bravo Team believes
they can salvage the op.

The Predator strikes had a
more preferable risk factor.

And yet, when you pushed this op

through the gears of
the mighty war machine,

you had no sense a drone
strike was in order.

I know, ma'am. But
is it wrong to worry

that I may have pushed so
hard I've endangered Bravo?

I'd be worried if you weren't.

Burden of leadership.

Prioritizing the greater
good never feels very good.

Well, look at that.

Damn near biblical out here.

Good, 'cause, uh, we're
gonna need a miracle.

We only got two rifles,
a few frags and smokes

to demo three UAVs?

That's your plan.

This, uh...

first-gen immigrant
"can do" attitude

has become a real pain in
the ass, I gotta tell you.

Whoa, whoa, right
there, look at that.

You see that fuel truck? That's
giving me some bad ideas.

Tank full of JP-8,
it'd boost our arsenal.

I'm in a "torch it all"
kind of mood right now.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We, uh, got a plan out here,
gonna need a few minutes

to get it done. Just let
us know when to execute.

Copy, 2, stand by.

Havoc, this is 1.
We pass Geno's.

Bravo is set. Over.

Copy, Bravo One.

Bravo 2, this is 1. Get set.

Do not clack off
until I call it.

Copy, 1. Wait for
execute authority.

Bravo 2 out.

- Jace?
- Yeah?

Those are up-armored vehicles

Rajavi's security
are rolling in.

That eliminates
vehicle interdiction.

Here we go.

Not too late
to turn back.

Bingo. That's our guy.

Yep. Let's move.

Hey, maintain the two car
lengths between us, all right?

- Close, but not too close.
- Copy.

Drive casual.

Those aren't Iraqi flags.

Al-Hashd militia. The
map may call this Iraq,

but Iran calls the shots,
and Al-Hashd is the army.

They're running checkpoints
on anyone heading out.

We take our shot at Rajavi,
they'll lock the city down.

- Trap us in the hornets' nest.
- Havoc, this is 1.

Militia's running
checkpoints outbound,

there ain't no
driving out of here.

We need exfil
options. How copy?

Check, we're on it. Havoc out.

All right, listen up.

Bravo needs to tag in
a secondary extract.

Let's get that in motion.

You get the truck, and
I'll hose 'em down.

Check.

Oh, shit.

These guys know we're here?

Yeah, they will once these
drones spontaneously combust.

Meeting the militia
leader in a public market

swarming full of locals
shows how much control

the Iranians have here.

You sure we want
to step into this?

Only time he's gonna
be out in the open

before he vanishes
back to Iran, okay?

Ray, stay with the convoy.
Trent, Brock... on me.

Fuck, we stick out like
a dog's balls here.

Yeah, and we're
losing him, right?

Fan out, get eyes on.

That way.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We got four Tangos
approaching our pos.

If we engage, we're
gonna have to roll

right into demoing the
drones, won't be able to wait.

- Over.
- Copy, 2. Do it.

Copy, 1. Over.

Turn this smoke into
the spark we need.

1, this is 5.

HVT's near the tea shop
west of your position.

Roger that. Collapse on HVT.

Be on us in a second. Gonna
wait for them to find us?

Fuck no.

Keep 'em there!

We gotta torch 'em, let's go!

Come on. Come on.

There's more
Tangos inbound.

Then this firewall
better hold 'em off.

Bravo 1, this is 2.

We're burned.
Clacking it off now.

Copy, 2. Send it.

Bravo 5, HVT's landed and
I need you down here now.

Copy, moving.

We're three guns against six,

and that's if the
VIPs aren't packing.

Pick our targets, we'll hit 'em

from three different
positions at once.

Big fish is yours.

Come on, Brock.

They must have found out
about the fucking drones.

All right, we gotta
execute now, I got the HVT

- and the two guys behind him.
- Roger.

Move it!

Rajavi's
not here, Jace.

Had our shot and
we fucking missed.

All these people, we
need to beat feet.

Rajavi's on foot now,
without security. Spread out.

I got him. On me.

Mako 1, HVT squirted.
Pursuing on the north side

- of the marketplace.
- Good copy, 1.

A dozen snake holes Rajavi
could have went down

- in the neighborhood.
- Yeah.

And he's got way more
friends here than we do.

Brock, stay here and overwatch.

Trent, on me. let's go.

Bravo 1, check the stairs
at your ten o'clock.

Fuck.

Blue, blue!

Havoc, this is 1. Jackpot.

I pass One Tango Helo.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Hook 'em, baby! Yes!

All Bravo elements, we're
moving to Rally Point One.

Mako 1, come pick us up.

Two mikes out.

Lieutenant Davis,

yours is the first
hand I want to shake.

This would not have happened

without your ferocious
determination.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you realize the impact

your work just had
on global security.

I didn't do any of this

by myself, ma'am, but thank you.

I think a celebration
is in order.

Don't you agree, Lieutenant?

Oh, we're still waiting for word

on Bravo Team's
exfil, aren't we, sir?

DEVGRU's Tactical Operation
Center will handle that.

Our objective is complete.

I'd be honored to join, sir.

We're still on Iranian
turf. Word's gonna get out.

1, this is 2. Just
pulled up on your six.

Bravo 2, Havoc has a helo exfil

coming in for us ten
klicks north of here.

I'll send you the coordinates,
we'll lead the way. Over.

Roger that.
Ten klicks north

is still militia territory.

Extract site is in
an unpopulated area.

It should be safe.

Didn't know they had
that word in Mosul.

Motherfucker.

That truck behind him
has been on our ass

for the last two fucking turns.

Bravo 2, this is
1. May have a tail.

- Drive in a box to confirm.
- Roger.

Bravo 5, starting
the box right here

to see if he's behind us.

Fuck, he's still there.

Yeah, but he's onto us,
why is he not engaging?

Keep pushing to the
extract point, man.

Roger.

- Trent, Brock, move!
- Moving!

Moving!

- Coming through, coming through.
- Move!

Let's go, let's go!

Other vehicle, move!

Move!

Move.

- Go, go!
- Come on! Come on!

You in?

Engine's barely holding on.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

Your exfil platform
is ten mikes out.

Yeah, I copy. Ten mikes out.

Helo might make it
there before we do.

If we do.

Mosul word for "safe" means
already bombed the hell out.

Militia could be here, too.

Here comes our ride.

- Holy...
- What the fuck?

Damn it.

That's got to be a
company worth of guys,

and they know we're here.

Captioning sponsored by CBS

Captioned by Media Access
Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org