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JASON: It doesn't matter
what Nate wanted.

I made the call.

RAY:
Where's that blood coming from?
JULIE: The fact that you refuse

to talk about Nate's death
is telling me

that's exactly what we should be
talking about.

Nate's death
isn't on you.
JULIE: I understand

that since the operation
in December last year,

you and your wife
have separated.

RAY: You know he's sleeping
on our fold-out?

ALANA: I miss seeing you guys.
It sucks that's

the way it works.
And if any of us thought
there was even a chance

you two weren't
gonna get past this,

we'd all be taking it
pretty hard.

Hey, Daddy.
Hi.

ALANA:
It'd be great if you could

come by one evening.

Well, I don't live there
anymore,

so it really doesn't matter,
right?

I'm Clay.
Stella.

When can I see you again?

If you are what I think you are,

you shouldn't have
too much trouble finding me.

Until you graduate
Green Team,

you're a member
of Chalk 2,

Alpha Platoon,
SEAL Team 3.

I'm telling you,
he's not ready.

ADAM:
List in order the top five

candidates of this Selection
and Training class.

On the other side,
list the bottom five.

We'll post the bottom five
on the wall in the team room.

Bottom man in the bottom five
will be immediately dropped

from this Selection
and Training class.

Is that clear, Mr. Spenser?

* We come on the sloop John B *

* My grandfather and me

* Around Nassau town

* We did roam

* Drinking all night
(radio beeps)

MAN (over radio):
Uh, Dr. Clark?

* A fight

I told you
never to call me here.

And I told you
never to push your depth.

You were close
to 40 meters.

Which, if you remember,
is where we predicted

we'd find the highest rate
of algae depletion.

Next time just use the drone.

I will, if I want
contaminated samples.

You get the bends one time,
believe me,

you won't want a second.

You better stop right now,
Vince,

or I'm gonna start to think
that you care about me.

Believe me, it's not about you.

It's the band deposit
I'm worried about.

That and the cake.
You know, this feels
like a good moment

to mention I never liked you.

And yet you're marrying me.

Speaking of which,
did you ask my...

(automatic gunfire)
VINCE: Julia!

(gunfire in distance)

Vince.
(shouting in distance)

(gunfire continues)
(men shouting
in foreign language)

(radio drones indistinctly)

(whistles softly)

(chuckles)
Okay.

Maybe we have
a different understanding

of the word "ready" here.
(chuckles)
I'm basically ready.

"Basically." No, you're not
basically ready.

Let's go.
Chop, chop. All right?

All right? And they say
that your generation

has a different type
of work ethic?

It's not our fault-- it's
the participation trophies.

Okay, seriously, Emma,
isn't "late for school,"

like, a thing anymore?

My homeroom teacher loves me.

I'll be two seconds.

I'm sure she'll love you even
more if you're on time, right?

Come on.
Let's go, go, go.

Hey.
I told you
you don't have to drive her.

Come on. I'm
her dad, right?

I like driving.

Didn't hear the
doorbell just now.

Used my keys.

That's it. I'm
changing the locks.
Come on, really?

It's not like I don't
breach doors for a living.

I can get in.

(hair dryer whining nearby)

What's with
the toolbox there?

Did you know?

(chuckles)
Did I know what?

I'm sorry, you have
to catch me up here.

All right,
I started cleaning out

Nate and Molly's garage
yesterday...

I told you I was gonna
clean out the garage.

Nate was hiding a burner phone.

Uh, I think he was keeping it
in his toolbox.

Nate was hiding a burner
phone from his wife.

(chuckles)
Just to be clear here,

you think because Nate had
a phone, he was cheating

on Molly?
(sighs)

All I'm saying is
there's a lot of reasons

why people use a phone.

Not necessarily wh-what
you're saying.

All right, so was he?

I don't know.
Was he what, having an affair?

Well, what do
you think?

You were
his friend.
(sighs)

Oh, right. I'm sorry, you can't.

'Cause-'cause
I'm just Wives' Club, right?

It's you and the boys.
You wouldn't tell me

even if you knew.
I'm not doing this right now.

Emma, come on!
There was a time you would
have told me, you know?

I looked at
the history.

All the calls are to
and from one number.

Did you call it?

Disconnected.
Okay, look,
I'll take care of this.

Easy. I'll take care of this,
all right?

Just don't say anything,
'cause I don't want anything

getting back to Molly,
all right?
Trust me,

I'm not looking to talk about
this, especially with Molly.

EMMA: Not looking
to talk about what?

Grown-up stuff?

Grown-up stuff.
Exactly, huh?

Talking about grown-up stuff.
Come on, let's go.

We'll talk about it in the car,
'cause you are late.

I got to get you going.
A lot of grown-up stuff.

Too much grown-up stuff.

Step out, I got it.

I got this, Clay.
No, I'm good.

Swap with Jonesy, he needs
a break, let's go. Come on!

JASON: Swap with Jonesy
because he needs a break.

You got to be
kidding me, right?

Hey, look, man, you can't
deny the kid's talent.

Or his ego.

His ego 'cause he's
refusing to check out.

Yeah, to prevent his
teammates from puking.

No, I think he's
overcompensating

because he's hit
the bottom five.

That's why.
You know what?

He keeps pressing
the red like that,

you know what
he's gonna do?

He's gonna hit a wall,
he's gonna slow

his whole team down.

You sure you're not
threatened

'cause he's faster than you?
Threatened? (scoffs)

You gotta be kidding me.
Triple my rucksack,

and I'll still beat his ass
up that hill, Ray.

What was that you were
just saying about ego?

Nothing.
Jason Hayes,

you said something
about ego a second ago.

JASON:
Come on, Ray-dawg.

Come on, let's go.
No slack, boys, let's go!

You missed your
exfil window

and are now
in enemy hands.

Congratulations,

you've won the chance
to run it again.

You know, Mr. Spenser,
there's such a thing

as being too unselfish.

Team's only as fast
as its slowest guy.

(jets flying over)

The Centaurus, a U.S.-flagged
research vessel

doing oxygen-level surveys
in the South China Sea.

We think it was
hijacked this morning.

Wait a second, you think?

What do you mean,
you don't know?
Well, whoever took it

hasn't made contact yet.

How do we know
anyone took it?

(on speaker):
This is Dr. Vincent Barbour,

aboard the research vessel
Centaurus.

We're approximately 100 miles
off the coast of Iloilo.

We're being overtaken by what
appears to be a gang of...

Oh, God! No, no, no, no!
(automatic gunfire)

No, please, no!
(cries out)

What do you want?
(indistinct shouting)

BARBOUR:
What do you want? Who are you?

(static)

(gunfire, screaming)

Dr. Vincent Barbour, professor
of Ocean and Climate Science

at Stanford.

We believe it's his voice
on the sat recording.

Dr. Julia Clark,
also from Stanford.

These two are due
to get married next month.

DAVIS: There's more
photos on your laptops,

plus full bios
for the scientists.

They don't ask crew
members to post bios

on the faculty Web site.
You know that's right.

DAVIS:
Mm-hmm.
You two best watch

the "exploitation
of the working man" talk.

People might get the idea
you've gone commie.

DAVIS: Oh, please.
What the hell'd
you just say?

So that's the hostages,
and now we come

to the hostage-takers,
and for that,

this is my colleague,
Sam Roberts.

Sam's the Agency's top analyst
on Southeast Asian piracy.

Wow, you got more
than one expert

on Southeast Asia piracy.

Okay.
No offense, bud.
None taken.

SAM:
Uh, actually, although

the Horn of Africa
still gets the most attention,

the waters of Southeast Asia
have become

the most dangerous
in the world.

Now, the good news
for us is that,

unlike the Horn, the region
surrounding this area

is relatively stable.

There's just not a lot
of harbors for pirates

to hole up in
and negotiate ransom.

Most of the local pros
use the Anambas Islands.

Centaurus's GPS shows her
400 miles east

of Vietnam, headed
south-southwest.

Puts her in the Anambas
day after tomorrow.

Okay, that's great.
How long till we're greenlit?

Working on it now.

Apparently, they're having
one of those office

politics situations
up at CentCom.

A couple "two stars" trying
to show who's got more juice.

You're kidding me, right?
I wish.

War on terror.
War on terror, yeah.

We should be airborne
right now.

Well, you know I'm trying.
(sighs)

(pop music playing
in background)

* Snatch me up to your side...

Ah... all right.

Mm...

You know what they call
a guy who graduates last

in his med school class?

Why's it got to be a guy?

Is that how you chatted up
Miss Gender Studies?

You "white knight" it?

She's studying literature.

She's here, you know.

(clears throat)
Yep.

They call him "Doctor."

Him or her.
Hmm.

Thank you.
Mm.

Come on, man, you got
to shake this off.

You got to shake it off.

You're still here,
all right?

Make it through Selection,

get drafted to
a Tier One squadron.

It doesn't matter
how many times

you got bottom-fived.

(clears throat)
Look, most of the guys

in our Selection class
just put my name

on a list of guys that they
think don't belong here.

I'm supposed to
just get past that

and just go back
to operating next to them?

Means I know you want to blame
that vote on jealousy.

Guys putting you
in the bottom five

because your daddy
wrote a book, or 'cause

you're faster
than a damn rabbit

through the shoot house.

Yeah, damn right I am.
Yeah, you are, man.

But maybe you might want
to consider the possibility

that nobody is trying
to punish you.

That guys only listed you
'cause of the way

you've been acting since
the second we got here.

How have I been acting?

You know, all the years that
we were together at Team 3,

you are the only guy
that I was 100% certain

was gonna be a Tier 1
operator one day.

The only guy.

Not a SEAL alive wouldn't want
to operate next to that guy.

I'd be interested to know
what happened to him.

STELLA:
Hello, sailor.

Sailor, huh?

That's funny.
Thank you.

Thought of it
all by myself.

Got tired of waiting for
you to come over there.

Got tired of waiting
for you to call, too.

I guess you really are not
Dog the Bounty Hunter.

No. No, I tried to tell you.

But you are a SEAL,
though, right?

Or is that something
you're not allowed to admit?

No, it's allowed.

Groovy.

So, are you a-a...
a color or a number?

I'm sorry?

Just something that I
heard some frog hogs say.

You're familiar
with frog hogs?

You're familiar with frog hogs?

Uh, yeah, around here,
you can't avoid them.

So why come here then?

(laughing):
What do you mean?

Uh, I mean, you're from...
you're from Hudson State.

That's up north, right,
near-near Williamsburg?

So?

Well, so, I mean, there must be
bars in Williamsburg.

There's one a few blocks
from my apartment.

Hmm. Never occurred to you

to maybe just
do your drinking there?

I mean, you wouldn't
even need a designated driver.

(laughs)

You know, a suspicious
mind might think

that you're implying
that I'm a frog hog.

No, I know what you are.

An intelligent and
charming individual

who transcends any attempt
at lazy generalization?

No, you're a tourist.

No, you're just looking
for a little adventure

before you settle down
in your ivory-tower life.

You know, some stories to tell
the kids from your seminar.

Let 'em know
you were the cool professor.

Wow. Okay, that's, um...

that's a really terrible thing
to say.

And to think I came over here
hoping to have some fun.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.

Oh, no, no, no, you did
not disappoint me, Clay.

You just stopped
surprising me.

BRIAN: Oh, I guess
we decided

to go the other way
on the whole white-knight thing.

Warships, I can see, but yachts?

Yeah, who wants to build
a model of a research vessel?

Bunch of nerds.
Not me.

Good news is, you can buy 'em
already assembled

if you want
to pay a little extra.

Isn't it your
patriotic duty

to build it there, Davis,
you know,

save Uncle
Sam some cash?

Sonny, you do realize
it's my job

to pack your parachutes,
right?
Ooh!

Is she allowed
to joke about that?

Probably not.
Well, you gonna write her up?

Well, no. She packs
my chutes, too.

Come on, you got
to give her props, man.

At least she's got the manners
not to bring up your dive gear.

I'm not evil.

RAY:
You ever think of
how dumb it is

to join the Navy
when you're afraid of the water?

Pretty interesting. I think
someone's afraid to swim.

I'm not afraid to swim, okay?

It's just not
my first choice.
Okay.

Now, if I was a
dirt bag, I'd hide

the passengers
right in here.

Why?
No windows, good egress point
to move the hostages quickly.

And defendable,
in case they get boarded.

Yeah, but where
are the bathrooms?

Mm-hmm.
The worst thing
about being

a hostage-taker's got
to be the hostages.

I mean, they need food, water,
bathroom breaks.

JASON:
She got a good point.
I mean, you keep 'em there,

you're gonna be
spending all your time

taking them to and
back from the head.

So how do you want
to board this?

Wait till the boat
makes harbor, dive in.
Combat swim op.

Old school
frogman style.
There you go.

I don't suppose I could interest

any of you
in an under-way boarding?

I mean, we got
the helo pad right here.

We chopper in, surprise
'em while they're sleeping.

That'd be great if we knew
the location of the hostages.
I know that.

It's just...
Come on, get
excited, brother.

Going swimming in it.
Get excited.

It's happening.
We're doing it.

Fine. We'll swim in.

All right,
guys, look,

assuming the boat's
docked bow-in,

our hook-point
should be at the stern.

It'll be less likely
to have hostiles back there.

Plus, it's got
nice shielding from the shore.

This helo pad's
gonna provide

great concealment
from the bridge.

Keep in mind this
thing's been at sea
for a few weeks,

so the deck's gonna be
a slip-and-slide.

Gonna have
to watch your footing.

Slow is smooth
and smooth is fast.

Yeah, it is.

We figure two assault teams
with sniper overwatch?

Alpha Team gets set
to hit the bridge while we

find out where the
hostages are being held.

Then we coordinate over comms,
simultaneous assault.

Take out the bad guys
on the bridge

before they can
call the cavalry.

Take out the guards before
they start smoking the hostages.

Bam.
Gonna need...
Draegers, nav boards,

painters' poles, hooks.

She's on it.

Doesn't bother you
that the only reason why

we're sitting here
on our asses,

instead of in a C-17 on our
way to the... "La Bambas"

to start setting up our welcome
for Captain Jack Sparrow

and his merry men is because
of a pair of two-star generals

who are having some type of
bureaucratic power struggle?

Pretty sure
one of them was an admiral.

Okay, of course,
it bothers me, Ray.

You did that whole, uh, new

NSA surveillance thing
last year in D.C., right?

Ugh. Yeah. Those
guys are terrifying.

Made me scared to walk past
my computer.
Right.

They teach you how to track
phones and stuff like that?

(laughing):
Look, man, I know things are
weird between you guys

right now, but stalking your
wife's a rabbit hole, trust me.

(laughing):
No. It's Nate.

Well, Nate-- him, you
definitely don't need to track.

From my understanding,
he's gonna stay put a while,

like End of Times.

Oh, Nate was hiding a burner
phone in his toolbox, okay?

Alana found it when she was
cleaning out their garage.

Oh, she thinks
it's a ho phone.

What else is it gonna be?

Maybe he was talking
to a reporter,

like, Deep-Throat style?

Partying with
Lee Harvey Oswald

and the breakdancing kid
from that Pepsi ad, right?

What do you care if Nate
was stepping out anyway?

It's Alana, okay?

You think that if it
turns out they were a lie,

she's that much less likely
to give you two another shot?

Look, man, nobody wants

to see you back with
Alana more than I do,

get your ass back home

instead of lounging around
my living room all day,

but Nate's phone's not
gonna get you there.

Besides, NSA wants to track you,
they go straight to your nav.

The nav in Nate's car?

Yeah, it's like riding
around in a digital snitch.

What you're saying is
that the nav in Nate's car

has got a record
of everywhere he's been?

No.
That's not what
you're saying?

No, no, I'm saying it's
the Lord's car now, man.
I...

Molly donated it
to their church.
I know. I'm driving. Come on.

Jason.
Let's go. Come on.

WOMAN:
Let's make sure

I have this right.
Something of yours was left

in your friend's car
at the time it was donated,

and I can't call the donor
to have her vouch for you?

And I can't go looking
for the item myself

'cause you can't tell me
what it is?

Yes, ma'am, exactly.
See, it's a personal...

"Of a personal
nature." I heard you.

Son, is there pornography
in that car?

No, ma'am, there's no
pornography in the car.

You know what they say
about a man that lets his tongue

drip falsehoods
in the house of the Lord?

"He that worketh deceit
shall not dwell in my house,

nor tarry in my sight."

You know your Psalms.

Yes, ma'am, I do.

You do.
I do, yeah.

Listen, Nancy,
we give you our word,

there's no pornography
in the car.

There's no
pornography.
No.

Thanks, Nancy.

Don't make me come
looking for you.

Not in this heat.

Thank you, Miss Nancy.

Mm-hmm.

Find a date
with multiple calls.

May 1-- five calls.

(beeping)

Norfolk?

What's in Norfolk?

Not much, if memory serves.

Pick another date
with multiple calls.

April 24--
four calls.

It's Norfolk again.

It's the same address.

That's it.

What do you mean
it disappeared?

I mean, one second,
I'm looking right at it.

The next, it's just...
What disappeared?

The Centauru We were tracking
it to the Anambas Islands.

Its GPS just turned off.

Oh, my God.

(beeping)

(engine starting)

Looks like the pirates
have finally figured out

how to disable
the Centaurus's GPS.

Last known position was here.

By now, they could be
anywhere within this circle.

And by the time
we get you over there...

JASON:
I'm sorry. Excuse me.

How big is that area?

About the size of
the continental United States,

give or take Ohio.

MANDY:
We need to figure out
where they're going.

If they were headed
to the Anambas,

why weren't they bearing west

before the GPS
went offline?

Trying to throw us off
maybe?

Typhoon season intensifies
the currents, yeah?

Considerably.
All right.

Well, wouldn't you expect
any halfway competent captain

to avoid heading directly into

a strong current?

Lieutenant Commander Blackburn,
as a Navy man?

If he's trying to
save fuel, sure.

SAM: Well, pirate captain may
not be interested in that.

Plus, most of them
aren't too competent.

Well, this one was competent
enough to switch off his GPS.

These guys likely
know the waters.

They're in a hurry
to find some shade.

Can we plot what their
trajectory would look like

if they were maximizing
their use of currents?

Philippines.

What I'm thinking.

(speaks Filipino)

Ready, ready.

Burning.

(grunts)

Grenade!

ADAM:
Hold there.

Role-players, out.

Come on, let's go.

Some real Chuck Norris action,
Spenser.

Dive on the grenade.

Make a great chapter
in your book.

Problem is,
unlike your daddy,

you're too dead
to write one.

Want to tell us what
the hell you're thinking?

I was thinking I need to save
a hostage and my teammate.

Spenser, this isn't Guadalcanal.

Your mission, for which
the American taxpayer

is sending you
across the world,

is to get the hostage
to safety,

not go medal jumping.

Grenade goes live,
you get low,

out of the blast range,

hope your armor catches
most of the flak.

At least that way you're
giving yourself a chance

instead of dry humping
that explosive

all the way to the afterlife.

Are we clear?

Are we clear?!

Clear.
Clear.

Good.

Run it again.

(jet engine roaring)

According to my source
in Mindanao,

the Centaur is headed for the
Philippines. Iligan City.

Don't you mean
"Iligan's Island"?

Iligan City has been
the flash point

for a long-running
terror campaign.

My source hears
that they're headed there

to meet a buyer
for the hostages.

Your source know
who the buyer is?

Yeah. Thurston Howell III.

Eduardo Mercado.

We believe his organization
is responsible

for the ferry bombing last month
killed 70 people.

Mercado's been looking for
a way to announce himself

as a player on
the world stage.

Figures he'll buy some
American hostages,

cut their heads off
on the Internet.

Cheap way to get publicity, huh?

All right, brother Ray.

You want to tell
everybody again

how we're gonna get
these people home safe?

We hit the boat
as soon as it docks.

Once we secure the hostages,
we call for the fast boats,

exfil before anybody in port
knows we were there.
Petty Officer Davis,

you do realize that
we will be swimming

in some of the
migratory routes

of some of the world's
deadliest sharks.

Yes, indeed. Yes. These
are the very same waters

where the USS Indianapolis
sank in 1945.

Hundreds of American
crewmen survived the sinking

only to end up, sadly,
eaten by sharks.

RAY: Well, you have to assume
that those sharks passed down

their love of sailor flesh to
their shark grandbabies, yeah?

Gotta assume.
RAY: Gotta assume.

I've been punched,
shot and stabbed.

Got frag in my shoulder twice,
an RPG almost geld me.

You think I'm afraid
of some stupid-ass fish?

DAVIS: Uh, yes.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.

Absolutely.
Uh-huh.
We all do.

Unbelievable.

(imitates chomping)

(clears throat)

Did you pack it?

Is this the "it"
that you're referring to?

Oh, yes.

So these teeny, tiny magnets

are supposed to protect you
from a 2,000 pound shark?
Mm-hmm.

The ad says it's a
proven deterrent.

Okay.

SONNY:
Officer's Training School?

What the hell's
this about?
Oh, nothing.

My friend, Gina, from Admin
was asking, so I thought

I'd do a little
investigation for her.

Oh, you ain't a
good friend if you're

helping her become
a cake-eater.

Officers are a bunch of
do-nothing politicians

whose only purpose is dreaming
up new ways to get us killed.

And that is precisely
what I told her.

Good. And by the way,

this bracelet is not bogus.

Aquaman's trident has nothing
on this thing.

(grunts, laughs)

I got to say
something, brother.

What's that?

It doesn't seem right poking
around Nate's life like this.

Man's got a right to be buried
with his secrets.

All right? Just forget
we ever found

that address
inside the truck.

Tell Alana that
the phone was a dead-end.

You can see it as lying,

or you can see it as...

easing her burden.

What good's telling her
gonna do?

I count four
pirates on deck.

Any sign of the buyers?
Nothing.

Any luck, we'll get on
board before they arrive.

How long till we're there?

Based on the current,
we calculated

a 45 to 50 minute swim
from the launch point

to the Centaurus and they've
been under 40 minutes almost.

All right.
I'm gonna update command.

Hey, um, I just want
to tell you that was smart.

You know, figuring out
an alternate destination

for the boat, contacting
your people on the ground,

that was resourceful.

All this time around you
must be rubbing off on me.

I see three vehicles
pulling up.

Got to be our buyer.

Eyes on four men,
all armed.

Well, four on deck, that
makes eight hostiles.

MANDY:
No, no, no. Oh, my God.

Who the hell are those guys?

Brave 1, this is TOC.

Abort infil.
Repeat, abort infil.
They're under.

Their comms aren't gonna work
until they resurface.

At which time they'll
be facing an army.

*

*

(muffled talking)

*

All right, looks
like the party

got a lot bigger
than expected, huh?

That's what happens
when people don't RSVP.

How long until
we reestablish comms?

At least a few minutes.

Our situation has changed.

Can't get
to the hostages unseen.

Gonna have to do this
quick and dirty.

My two favorite words:
"quick" and "dirty."

On you, Ray.

*

(indistinct talking nearby)

ERIC:
Bravo 1, this is TOC.

Be advised, multiple hostiles
have boarded the Centaurus.

Yeah, we got that.

Moved infil to starboard side.

Bravo 1, we got 12 hostiles
on deck.

Any visual on the hostages?

None topside,

but four hostiles
just went inside.

They're rounding them
up for transport.

TEAM LEADER:
Bravo Team, this is Alpha.

We're in position on the stern.

Alpha, hold.

SONNY: None of these mopes
have suppressers.

It's gonna get real loud
if they start firing.

TOC, this is Bravo 1.
You better get our exfil up

and going 'cause this
whole island is about
to know we're here.

Copy that.

Alpha, want you to
beeline for the bridge.

We're going below
decks. Stand by.

TEAM LEADER:
Roger that.

Move.

(men talking, laughing nearby)

(man shouts)

(grunts)

Bravo Team making entry.
Bravo Team making entry.

TEAM LEADER:
Alpha Team is going
to the bridge.

(men shouting in distance)

Go.

(men continue shouting
in distance)

TEAM LEADER: Alpha Team
is approaching the bridge.

(man speaking Tagalog
over radio)

Clear.
All clear.

TEAM LEADER:
Bravo 1, this is Alpha 1.

JASON:
Go for Bravo 1.

Bridge is secure, over.

Copy, Alpha 1.

Bad guys know we're here.

Hostages don't have
much time.

ERIC:
Bravo 1, this is TOC.

Go for Bravo 1.

Your exfil boats
are four mikes out.

JASON:
Hold what you got.

We haven't located
the hostages yet.

(men shouting in distance)

(people screaming)

Hey!
(indistinct shouting)

Vince! Vince! Vince!
One on me.

U.S. military. Stay calm
and get prepared to move.

(woman screams)

TOC, this is Bravo 4.

11 hostages secured.

Bravo 1 and 2 pursuing the last.

ERIC:
Roger, Bravo 4.

Your boats are one mike out.

We'll get him back.
Don't worry.

VINCE:
Help! Help me!

(Mercado shouts in Tagalog)

VINCE:
Help! Help! Help!

(grunting)

(Mercado shouts in Tagalog)

(indistinct shouting)

RAY: We breach,
the hostage dies.

Can't leave him here.
Maybe we can talk him out.

MANDY:
TOC to Bravo 1.

I have multiple hostiles
inbound.

Two minutes from the port.

You need to exfil those hostages
immediately.

So much for talking him out.

Sniper overwatch,
anyone got a shot?

OVERWATCH: Negative. Bravo has
the only breach point.

(Vince shouting)

Oh, no. It's that look again.

It's not the only way in.

(Mercado shouting in Tagalog)

Well, that's a pretty
tight shot, brother.

Well, you know what...

I've made tighter.

Sure you have, Romeo.

ERIC:
Bravo 1, this is TOC.

You've got trucks rolling up
at your dock.

They are not friendly.
I repeat: they are not friendly.

Buy us some time, Ray.

Copy that.

*

(engine revving nearby,
men shouting)

(automatic gunfire)

(man screams)

(automatic gunfire continues)

Bravo 2 to Bravo 1.

Not gonna be able
to hold them all off.

Boss, you need
to take that shot.

(automatic gunfire continues)

(Mercado shouting in Tagalog)

(continues shouting)

(silenced shot, men grunting)

Let's go.
Get him out of there. Now.

(bullets striking)

Time to go!

TEAM LEADER:
Bravo team, this is Alpha.

We'll cover your exfil.

With me, with me!

Cover the rear!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Move, move, move!

Move! Let's go!

Move!

Come on. Let's move!

Go, go, go!

Go!

(automatic gunfire continues)

Let's go.

Alpha boat, coming in hot.

*

It's okay.

Everybody okay?

Thank you.

Couple of hostages
are dinged up,

but overall, we're good.

RAY:
Just like we drew it up, huh?

*

Man, you were just
trying to help

and I was kind of being a dick
the other night, I'm sorry.

"Kind of"?

I'm sorry, too.
I was being real preachy.

Well, I, um... I
should've listened.

You know, I just, uh...

man, I kept digging myself
in deeper and deeper

these last few days.

You know, there's just...

I don't know. There's something
about the Selection process

that just makes me...

Need to prove that you're better
than the rest of us?

(laughs softly)
No.

No, it's not that, it's...

It's just-it's just
making DEVGRU is the only thing

I've ever dreamed of doing
my entire life,

and now, suddenly, I'm wondering
what my life might look like

if I don't make it.

That's an awful lot of weight
to put on your back

every time you got to go out
and run the O course.

Yeah, you're right.

(sniffles)

I just need to worry
about the mission,

guys to my left,
guys to my right.

Yeah, man.

Do that,

there's not a SEAL alive who
wouldn't want to roll with you.

While we're on the subject
of apologies,

probably owe Stella one.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Yeah, that was some,

some serious only-child sulking
the other night, wasn't it?

Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, man.

(clears throat)

She'd be good for you, though.

Good for all of us,
really.

How's that?

She might be the only person
on Earth

that can keep your ego in check.

(laughs)

Get out of here, man.

Night, brother.
All right.

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales)

Hey.

You know, I'm gonna grab a drink
with Sonny a little bit later,

if you want to join.

Oh, thanks. I-I, uh,

think I'm gonna head home.

Okay, cool.

I don't know if I'd want
to hang out with Sonny myself,

if I didn't know him.
(chuckles)

It's not because I don't want to
hang out with you. Believe me.

My role here makes
it complicated.

Yeah, I get it.

You know, it's better
to stay on the outside.

It used to drive me crazy.

Do all the work getting
a bead on a target,

just to have
to hand off to the boys

once it was time
to actually take it down.

My control issues?

I located the hostages,
and it was nearly a disaster.

They could've all been killed.

Yeah, well, they weren't.
They could've.

And some have been.

I mean, it's a lot to bear.

I keep my distance
because I need to.

Not because I want to.

Well, you never send me
into the line of fire,

so... offer stands.

(laughs)

Next time.
Okay.

CLAY: I was projecting
my fear of failure at work

onto a fear of failure with you.

STELLA (laughs): You're really
gonna feed me psychobabble?

Really?

It depends. Is it working?

(sighs)
I don't know.

All right. Well,
you said that you're sorry.

Now what?

What's this?

Villette by Charlotte Bronte.

Nice. Actually wrote my...

Your thesis on it.

You're a hell of a writer.

Is this a first edition?

No.

No.

You know, now-now's actually,
probably a good time for me

to tell you how little I make.

Well, as far as apologies go,
this is, um,

this is pretty good.

Probably a B-plus.

B-plus?

Tough grader.

How can I possibly
give you an "A"

when flowers
are the universal way of saying

"Sorry for being
such a jackass"?

I'd have given you flowers, but
then, you would've accused me

of equating my apology
to your reproductive organs.

Or violating
your safe space.

Would you please leave my
reproductive organs out of this?

I, uh... I should hit the road.

No, no. I mean...

(laughs)

I mean, you just drove
all the way here.

You might as well just come in
for, like, a minute.

(Stella clears throat)

(laughs)

(clears throat)

You know, SEALs prepare
for all scenarios.

Mm-hmm.

Shames me to admit this,
but, um,

I find it kind of hot
that you, uh,

used your ninja skills
to break in here.

Would it ruin the moment
if I told you

that I left the flowers
with your roommate?

Definitely.

*

* Oh, how I want you

* So curious now

* You give power to me

(laughs)

* And your voice

* Sings through me

* Oh, how I want you.

(train whistle blows
in distance)

(dog barking in distance)

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clicking steadily)

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