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I paid way more than I earned.

War always has the last word.

The plant is run
as a shell company

by Jun Yilin.

Jun will be vacationing
on Penang Island.

We'll need SOTVS kits
and snatch gear.

That fella looks
too young to be Jun.

ID'd our party crashers.

Han Min, CFO of Jun's
legitimate business.

My brothers-- gone.

You were on Echo?

Cartel in these parts?
This is huge.

-We're Americans.

Turns out Han getting tortured
by her boss' enemy

made her willing
to cooperate with us.

Uh, that was
Mikey's hockey coach.

He's heading to the E.R.

If you have no interest
in leading this team,

you need to stand
the fuck aside.

I got to go.

Yeah, my son needs me.

Come on, man, he's just
too damn old. His memory's shot.

His motor skills
are deteriorating.

I mean, the guy needs
a damn cognitive test right now.

How the hell you gonna make
Hannah's fiancé take a test?

He's only ten years
older than you.

That's an entire decade, okay?

That-that-that is disgraceful.

My grandfather was 60 years
older than his fifth wife.

Hell's the point at that age?

Oh, man was a chemical tycoon.

Safe bet he had
a good mixologist.

And a heart of gold, apparently.

Not exactly. You know, I asked
him why he kept getting married,

he said he missed the cheating.

Well, Jace reports
Mikey is healing nicely.

Oh, great.
So when's he coming back?

He's gonna stick it out
till Mikey goes back to school.

Wow, he's a lot different
from the guy

that missed his own son's birth.

Could be classic
team guy daddy issues.

Trying to prove something.

Or maybe with this
downshift in warfare,

he doesn't feel the need
to be all in all the time.

I know being outside the wire
without Bravo 1 feels off,

but, uh, we should be happy
he's finally

putting his family first.

Yeah, I feel like
such an ass for

talking all that shit
in Malaysia,

but with Clay gone,
you retiring,

and this new evolved version
of Bravo 1,

I'm...

just worried this team
I-I love is-is gone forever.

Let's pump the brakes on writing
Bravo's obituary, okay?

Jace felt comfortable leaving
because he knows we can execute.

Doesn't mean anything
more than that.

Speaking of.

I, uh, talked to your
physical therapist, right,

you start your, uh,
P.T. on Monday,

- all right?
- Mm.

Come on, you'll be happy about
that. What's your pain level?

- Five.
- Five?

Okay.

That's much better
than yesterday was a six.

Yup.

Guess your brain pills
are working.

Yeah, they are working.
Thank you. It's good stuff here.

So what is your workload
today like?

I got an English essay.

- What about you?
- Me?

I got some recall exercises,
some matching exercises,

and I tell you what,
if I'm feeling, like,

really crazy, you know,
maybe I'll do a word puzzle.

Here you go.

Here's your Percocet.

That's your painkiller, understand?

Got it? We got seven left
after that one.

Got to start weaning you off.

Cool.

When do you go back to Bravo?

What, are you getting
sick of me already?

- No.
- Yeah, you are.

I'm not getting sick of you.

- You want me out, don't you?
- No.

Yeah, you do.

No, I just...

I don't want to keep you
away from the team

and the important stuff
you guys were doing over there.

All right, look, man.
You are my priority.

Hundred percent. Full attention.
We're good.

- Cool.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Maybe later we can break down
my game film again.

My face-offs are in need
of your expertise.

- Game on. All right, first,
ice, right? Okay.
- Yeah.

- I know.

- Never gets better.
- Rest and heal.

- Game footage next, all right.

So, got another stakeout
for us, Davis?

Actually, an approved target
package to capture Jun Yilin.

Oh, I'll take a second shot at
our fentanyl precursor magnate.

Serves Jun right
for nearly getting his CFO

killed by the cartel.

Well, after you
saved her family,

Han gave us verifiable intel
on Jun's movements.

Why I don't loan out the
family beach house to anyone.

Jun's staying
in Battambang, Cambodia

for the next three days.

So we're approved
to capture him?

Capture, yes. Extradite, no.

The U.S. doesn't have
an extradition treaty

- with Cambodia.
- What's the point
of grabbing him

if we can't take him anywhere?

I'm working on the where.

We need permission

to bring him into Thailand,

so the legal system there
can process him.

Oh, good, uh,
things usually run smoothly

once lawyers get involved.

To that end, I will be engaging
with my contact

in the Thai
attorney general's office

on our extradition request.

Okay, so while you
work your magic,

Bravo will set up
surveillance at the hotel,

get a PID,
and track Jun's movements.

So, once Miles gets approval,
we grab Jun and bring him here.

The pressure's on, Agent Miles.

As much as it pains me to admit,

it might help to have
one of you there with me.

The deputy A.G.

is what you guys
would call a Frog Hog.

Having a SEAL there
may fast-track approval.

It's a good idea,
given the sensitive time

and nature of this op.

I'm gonna leave the rest
up to you all.

All right.

Okay, you see that right there?

Right? You're not low enough
in your stance.

All right? You got to choke up
a little bit more.

Your stance has got to be
wide and low. All right?

Your eye is on the puck, okay?

Hello. Hi. I'm your dad.
Nice to meet you.

Remember me? Okay?

All right, look at
the ref's hand. Drops the puck.

Slash the opponent's stick,
and then you got the puck.

You do that,
you're gonna own the dot

- when you're back on the ice.
- Yeah, if I get back on the ice.

First I got to get out of this
and then I got to walk again

and then I got to go to rehab,

- and who knows how long...
- Hey, easy.

How do we eat
an elephant, Mikey?

One bite at a time, right?

- Come on.

You got this.

All right, I got to go
into Command

and sign some papers. Uh...

Probably gonna be
a couple hours,

so I'll pick up dinner
on the way back.

Mikey's favorite pasta.
You good with that?

Okay, my knee hurts.
Worse than earlier.

Oh, no, no.

It's way too early
for another Percocet, all right?

- All right.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

Give you an ibuprofen.

Yeah, ibuprofen doesn't work.

Doesn't work
if you don't take it.

- Dad!
- You got to take it. What?

My knee's killing me
and I may never play again.

All right? Can you quit acting
like this is nothing for me?

Look, you're gonna play again,
you understand?

- You don't know that.
- Relax.

You're young. You're healthy.

You're a Hayes.
You're never out of the fight.

I'm stuck on this couch while
my team's out there playing.

The fight's over.

Can I please just get
another Percocet?

I understand that
you're spinning right now.

I completely get that,
all right?

But the last thing that you want

is to be relying on pain pills.

I've seen way too many
of my brothers

lose that fight.

Got it?

That's not the way
to work the problem.

Okay? Here.

Proud of you.

Omar, run us through the plan.

All right, so, we station
two vehicles and drivers

around the corner
from Jun's hotel.

Rest of the team
spreads out inside,

gets eyes on our HVT.

What type of security
is Jun rolling with?

Han says he always travels
with two armed guards.

Right. Now, once we get
eyes on Jun,

we sit on him
until we get approval

to bring him into Thailand.

Then we neutralize his security,

grab him,

and we make a Cambodian
Cannonball Run for the border.

Well, who's gonna
fluff the A.G.?

I nominate you, buddy.

- Mm...
-This guy's so slick

he could sell religion
to the pope.

As warrant officer,
it should probably be me.

Makes this a good opportunity
for Omar to lead,

see what Bravo's future
looks like.

Sure about that?

Just, you know,
we're already down Bravo 1.

Thanks for
the vote of confidence.

You know what separates
Bravo from the pack?

Our ability
to adapt and overcome.

You guys got this.
Come on.

Go team.

Hey, um... Look, I...

I appreciate your support.

Look, uh, I know I've been
stepping on your toes lately.

Showing these boys
what you can do

will only make the transition
smoother when I'm gone.

Well, I won't let Bravo down.

Hey.

Team thrives on everybody
having a voice.

But at the end of the day,

team leader has to lead.

Yeah.

- All right, hey, Mike. Hey.

- We're good. Got some famous

Italian meatballs.

I got your pasta bowls.
Here we go. Okay.

Easy, kid, all right?

All right, all right. Slow down.
Mikey, come on. Dinner's on.

All right, all right.
Easy.

All right, shh.
Mikey.

Mikey.

Mikey.

What the fuck?

Mikey.

Breathing? Mikey.

Mikey. All right, hold on.

Got to...

911. What's your emergency?

Yeah, it's my son.

-Michael.
Michael, can you hear me?
-Come on, buddy.

- Can you tell me what happened?

I, uh, I got home,
and he was unconscious.

His breathing was shallow.

Pulse is weak.

Pupils constricted.

Is he on any medication?

Uh, he's on Percocet.
He just had ACL surgery.

Suspected oxy overdose.

Let's get him on oxygen
and do Narcan.

It's not an overdose.
You're not understanding.

It's not an overdose. Last time
he took a pill was this morning.

That's right. One, two,
three, four, five, six, seven.

Seven left.
He took one this morning.

-Come on, Michael.
- That's the last time he
took a Percocet.

- It's not an overdose.

-Come on, Michael.
- It should be working.

Deep breath. All right,

slide him and then move him.

On three.
One, two, three,

- slide. One, two, three,
- Slide.

transfer. Watch his head.
Easy does it.

Transporting a 16-year-old male,
unconscious,

in respiratory distress,
suspected overdose.

It's not an overdose.

Unresponsive to Narcan.

We'll give a second dose
en route.

- Stay with me, stay with me.
-Deep breath.

Lieutenant.

Seems a person
who finally got approval

to capture
a fentanyl precursor magnate

might look
a little more cheerful.

Well, smiling feels
a little premature.

We still have
a lot of hurdles to clear.

True.

Grabbing a Chinese national's
not without risk.

Yeah, especially
with Jason stateside

and Ray leading the diplomatic

rather than the tactical
component of this op.

Well, even without those guys,

Bravo's still one of the finest
spec ops around.

You're right, and...

grabbing Jun will give us
much needed leverage over China.

But even if this thing
goes sideways,

one hiccup won't end

the integrated
deterrence experiment.

That depends on the hiccup.

This turns into an international
incident with China,

Admiral Rivas' pet project will
be the least of our concerns.

Assistant Deputy
Attorney General Bhakdi Ratana,

Warrant Officer Ray Perry.

Welcome, my friends.

The Navy SEAL.
It's a pleasure.

Pleasure's ours, sir.

Have you had a chance
to look at the paperwork

we sent ahead?

I peg you as a breacher,
Warrant Officer.

Or a corpsman.

Sniper.

Which means my eye
is always on my target.

Such as our extradition request

- for Jun Yilin.
- I've reviewed the paperwork.

Great. So, we're trying
to get the process started,

but we need to bring him
across the border first.

You part of any famous ops?

I'm really not
at liberty to say, sir.

Save it for the book.

You really are a SEAL.

So, the paperwork?

Passed it up to my superiors.
Out of my hands now.

The timing on this is sensitive.

My boss is in a high-level
meeting that could take hours.

You get this done for us,

I'll buy you a beer,

tell you how the Captain
Phillips op really went down.

Your request seems urgent enough

that I can
interrupt her meeting.

I'll follow up
with you personally

when I have an answer.

We look forward to your call.

SONNY
6, this is 3.

The tree-hugger
at the end of the bar--

what are the chances he's
wearing orthopedic sandals?

The designer watch,
the Fabio locks:

I'd say he's a divorcé
dealing with a midlife crisis.

Yeah, it's like we're looking
at a Brock future.

Apt comparison,

given the Niners hat
indicates he's used to losing.

Tie-dyed shirt, uh,
that's a choice, too.

Heads up, boys.

Got a PID.
Two security, armed.

All right, well, we haven't got
approval from Ray, so...

...what are we supposed to do?

Sit tight, keep our comms clear.

Well, this place is drier
than a popcorn fart.

Well, especially since
I, uh, told Drew

I'd lay off all the fake rumors.

Not all were fake, so you know.

See? I knew it.

Which ones?

Breaking your promise to Drew
and orders from me,

all in one breath.

When I drove the Humvee
over the spike strips,

everyone always says
it was Iraq.

It was Afghanistan.

Well, son of a bitch.

You know?

But driving a Humvee drunk,

that's a real fuckstick move.

I wasn't drunk, I was drinking.

Well, how the hell'd
you get off, then?

Steve Porter covered for me
with Command.

They sent me home as punishment.

That's why I wasn't there.

That's when...

That's when Echo was blown up.

Huh.

Jesus.

That's brutal, man.
I'm sorry.

6,

your three o'clock
keeps mugging our guy.

Got another one at my nine.

Nine o'clock's packing.

He's got an in-ear in, too.

This feels like a hit team.

Takes one to know one.

Could be Jun's beefing up his
security after the factory hit.

Okay, these guys look like
they're ready to play offense,

- not defense.
-We don't know that.

Well, we do not not know that.

Hold what you've got.

Well, we've got permission
to grab him.

But no approval
to cross the border.

We'll cause a shitstorm if we
snatch him but can't exfil.

Homeboys only got eyes for Jun.

Might mean they're watching
his back, not aiming for it.

Well, they're not moving.

Well...

so we can.

All right, looks like they're

- getting ready to move.
- Hold what you've got.

2, be advised,

an up-armored SUV
just arrived on station.

Probably the rest of the team
arriving

- to make their move.
- We need to move first.

- Could be Jun's ride.
-This whole deployment

goes up in smoke
if we lose this HVT.

You understand that?

Risk blowing the op
if we move too soon.

Now, we've ID'd these guys

but they haven't seen us.
And we have

the fucking lead here,
got to stay one step ahead.

Let me think.

This is our only shot.

Fuck it.
Let's move, now.

4 and 5, prepare for exfil

via the southeast
emergency exit.

All right, pat him down.
Come on.

I know what I'm fucking doing.

Get his smartwatch, grab it.

Got the phone?
He's got a phone?

Phone.

Throw it in the bag, let's go.

We're good.

Looks like the other team's ride
is still here.

If it even was another team.

OMAR
Havoc, this is 2. I pass Frida.

Go again, 2.

We identified
another potential team

getting ready to grab our HVT.

Time wasn't on our side,
had to make a call.

You have the HVT in custody?

Affirmative.

But we might not
get approval for hours.

If we get approval.

Moving on him prematurely
was not the plan.

You sure it was
another hit team?

Only way to be certain could've
meant total mission failure.

Let's hope it was
the right call, 2.

Wasn't much of a choice, Havoc.

Copy that, Havoc.

Standing by for
further instructions.

Head towards the border,
stay off the main roads and...

pray we get approval
to bring the HVT here.

Not stable whatsoever.

Breathe.
Stay with me, Mikey.

- Need some attention here!
- Stay with me, son.
-What have we got?

16-year-old male, stopped
breathing in the ambulance.

We got him on bag and mask,

but he's gonna
need intubation, stat.

Gave two doses of Narcan,
no response.

Sorry, sir. This is as far
as you can go. Sorry.

That's my son.

That's my son. My...

Fuck.

*

2, this is 3.
We've been on the road

for about an hour or so
and 5 here

is gonna have to take
a little potty break soon.

Your judgement's suspect, 3.
You just got spooked

by Cambodia's best
98 Degrees cover band.

Well, that boy band
was armed and dangerous.

And didn't make a move on Jun.

You all panicked.

You forced me to make a call
that I knew was...

- Whoa.
- Whoa. Oh, shit.

5, flank the up-armored.

Take away their cover!
Go! Out, out!

Havoc, this is 2.
We have troops in contact.

Say again, troops in contact!

Good copy, 2.

Get Davis on VTC.

Check fire!

Go, go!

Let's go! Last man!

- I'm up!
-Go.

Havoc, this is 2,
we're back on the road.

We need to get off the street.

Good copy, 2. Working to find
you a place to lie low.

- Is Jun secure?
- Barely.

It's a good thing that they
grabbed him when they did.

Is it?

I mean, they put themselves
in the crosshairs by doing so.

You would've made the exact
same call if you were there.

It's harder working a radio
than a rifle

when my teammates
are under fire.

I've come to learn even though

I'm not boots on the ground,

I'm still in the fight
with them.

I found a place for Bravo.
About 20 minutes

from the border. Agency used it
during the Reagan era

in their proxy fight
against the communist regime.

2, sending you coordinates
for a safe house

about 20 minutes
from the border.

Should be able to hide out there

until this approval
comes through.

That's a good copy.
2 out.

Find a spot to pull over
so we can regroup.

F... Fuck!

SUV that ambushed us
is the same fucking one

- I saw from the hotel.
- You sure?

- Positive.
-I told you

those dudes were there
to grab Jun.

I'd say they're
still fucking trying.

Find out if he knows
who they are.

Hey, man.
You speak English?

If he did,
you think he'd tell you?

Who the fuck were those guys
following us?

Put his hood on.

You said they were trailing us
since the hotel?

That's 60 miles.
I would have spotted them.

Then how the fuck
were they tracking us?

Not us. Jun.

Pat him down again.

Ah, fucking shit.

How'd you fucking miss this?!

Well, we were moving fast.

I should've fucking caught it.

Hey. You led them
right fucking to us.

Omar. Ease up, man.

I told you two to say focused

and your dicking around
nearly got us killed.

The only reason we had
a shot at mission success

is thanks to us
for sniffing out the hit team.

If we didn't force you
to make the call,

we'd still be sitting
in the hotel lobby

with our thumbs up our asses.

You're an asshole, Drew.

No wonder Steve Porter
sidelined you.

Fucking go.

Hey, Em.
Listen, it's Dad. Um,

I had to take, uh,
Mikey to the hospital.

It was nothing serious,
it's just a...

reaction to... to something.
He's, uh...

he's gonna be good.
Um...

I'll get back to you when I can,
honey. I love you.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Mandy, it's, uh, it's me.

Look, um...

I don't know when you, uh...

get back from your trip, uh,

you know, time and all, but, um,

can-can you give me a call back?

I... Listen, I had to take
Mikey to the hospital

and, um, I don't know...

Mr. Hayes?

Listen, uh, call me back.

It's about my son?
Is-is he okay?

You son has been stabilized.

Okay.
Uh, can I see him?

He's been moved to a room
in acute care.

Um, I'll take you there.

What the hell happened, Mikey?

What happened, son?

Mr. Hayes?
I'm Dr. Morris.

All right, finally. You know,
somebody can start telling me

what's going on here.
Is he-is he gonna be okay?

I know it isn't easy to see him
hooked up to all this.

Michael's blood test
showed tranq in his system.

- Tranq?
- It's a street drug

made of fentanyl
mixed with xylazine,

an animal tranquilizer.

That's why the EMTs' Narcan
didn't work immediately.

Street drug?

No, no. No...

Mikey's not on drugs.

I can have
a social worker come by,

talk to you about
treatment options.

My son is not on drugs.

Okay?
He just had ACL surgery.

I was giving him Percocet,
all right?

When he wakes up, we can have
all that cleared up, okay?

By the way,
when's he gonna wake up?

When your son stopped breathing,

his brain
was deprived of oxygen.

We are keeping him sedated.

What?

Letting the machines
help with functioning

so his brain can repair
any damage from the hypoxia.

- What?
- We'll monitor him,

and bring him out of sedation
when it's safe.

Mr. Hayes,
we're doing everything we can.

Please, try to get some rest.

Got to be fucking kidding me.

Mikey.

Mikey, it's all right, man.

It's all right.

"Take pill."

Got to be kidding me.
You're on the schedule.

All right.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Clear.

Place was abandoned long ago.
Needs some work.

Kind of like Bravo.

Jun's secured.
Seems terrified.

You think that team was trying
to snatch him or take him out?

We offer our opinion,

is that gonna be used
against us later, huh?

It didn't feel like
they were interested

in getting Jun out alive.

Agree.

All right, I want a security
assessment and inventory

of our gear.

Fuck.

Havoc, this is 2.

We made it to the target house.
How copy, over?

2, this is HAVOC.
Ambush proves you made

the right call grabbing the HVT.
Nice work.

Copy.

Look, we dumped our ride.

Requesting
two up-armored vehicles

and an update on the approval.

Still no word and we don't
have any ground assets on hand.

But we do have
an ISR platform moving overhead.

I'll scan the area.

- Copy.
-Lots of entry points

need to be secured
if trouble returns.

What'd you find, Sonny?

Place must've been an armory.
Old arms cache.

Some boom-boom.

'Nam-era guns and ammo.

Yeah, but,
uh, buried under rusty

machine parts and rotting junk.

Safe house
doesn't feel very safe.

Especially with that hit team
still out there somewhere.

2, this is Havoc.

There's a vehicle you can grab
about 200 meters

opposite the way you came in.

Should work till I can
get you a better solution.

All right.
Uh, Trent, you take Brock...

I'll go with him.

Mr. Hayes.

Doug.

How-How's Mikey?
Is-is he okay?

Can I... can I see him?

Maybe, when he wakes up.

Look, Doug, I'm just trying to

understand what happened here.

Okay?

His last few texts
were with you.

Yes, sir. Um...

he... he was bored,

so I went over
to play Call of Duty.

And after a while,
he said that his knee hurt,

so I got him some ice.

But, uh, it wasn't working.

Well, that's why I left out
the ibuprofen.

He-he said that he needed
something stronger.

Stronger?

But the pain pills
were locked in the safe.

And he didn't know the code.

Look, Doug.

I...

I'm not looking
to get you in trouble here.

I'm just trying to understand

what happened to my son

and why he's here
right now, okay?

That's all.
You got to help me out.

Y-Yeah, um...

when...
when I got hurt wrestling,

a-a teammate
gave me some pain pills

from a friend of his.

And I never used any,
but they were still in my bag.

Mikey didn't know
when you'd be home, sir,

so he-he t-took one

- as I was leaving.
- Oh, my...

- oh, my God.
- I'm-I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, sir.

It's not your fault, Doug.

Hey, look, what I said earlier--

that shot about Steve Porter.

That was bullshit.

Weaponizing my self-doubt
is great leadership, I know.

All I've focused on
the last nine years is...

becoming a team leader.

Now I get my shot and I can't
seem to find my sea legs.

You know, everybody knows
the right answer

until it's on them
to make a decision.

It'll take time
to trust yourself

to make the right calls.

But so far so good.

You and Sonny
made the call to grab Jun.

I froze.

You know, the best leaders
don't give a shit

about where the good ideas
come from.

No, their only concerns are,
you know, mission success

and getting home
with a full head count.

I can, uh...

can tell those are
your priorities, too.

Still a long way
from getting us home.

But thanks.

Yeah.

Time to rotate him.

All right.

You turned down the,
uh, ventilator.

That mean he can breath
on his own, right?

Too much time on a respirator
can impact his kidneys.

Just trying to balance
how much stress

is on his brain
versus his other organs.

The good news is
your son was healthy

before his body
was deprived of oxygen.

So we're just
monitoring his lungs,

his heart and his kidneys.

We won't be able to run
any cognitive tests on him

until he wakes up,

but his hypoxic event
was less than three minutes,

so there's very low risk

that he'll, uh,

be in a persistent
vegetative state.

Persistent vegetative state.

Jesus, what...

Okay, short of that...

...what's my son
looking at here?

Many patients who experience
a temporary lack of oxygen

to the brain report symptoms
such as confusion,

um, irritability,
difficulty concentrating,

- memory issues.
- Just...

Okay, what-what
are we doing right now

to prevent all of that
from happening?

We can't address his symptoms
until we know what they are.

All we can do right now

is wait.

Okay.

Thank you.

What was the point in taking me
away from my team

if the AG can't
get our request approved?

This is
a highly sensitive request.

We knew it would take time.

But we didn't know my teammates
would nearly get killed.

I'm sorry.

I know you're doing
everything you can.

We will get them out.

This is unexpected.

What's the latest back there?

You still waiting on another op?

Team's outside the wire now.

What do you mean?
You're not with them?

I had to liaison.

It was a simple snatch and grab.

There's no such thing
as a simple op, Ray.

Okay, what's their status?

Evading a hit team
who ambushed them.

What the fuck?

I feel as helpless
as you do, okay?

All we can do is wait.

Yeah. Lot of that
going on right now.

Waiting.

What do you mean by that?

How's Mike?

I got to go.

Uh, g-get Bravo home safe.

I only asked you
to call me back.

Like I'd let you
face this alone.

Our new vehicle's secured.

We clear to move out?

Still no approval.

New Bravo's gonna have a shorter
lifespan than New Coke.

What a clusterfuck.

All right, look.

I know this op has been
more of a shit show

than anyone expected and...

hell, I haven't helped.

But, come on.
So long

as we stand shoulder
to shoulder, I know this group

of brothers--
we can get out of anything.

Well, shit, Omar,
it's kind of nice to see

you got some wild hog in you.

We're all adjusting
to a new dynamic.

And you're right.

- I am an asshole.
-Yeah, you are.

All right, so what's your take
on this hit team, huh?

Uh, tactically sound.

That their-their ambush
was textbook.

The tech on Jun's tracker
seemed legit.

It ain't the Boy Scouts
on our ass.

Yeah, between, uh,
Jun's last signal location

and marking up our vehicles,

it's likely they have a lead
on our pos.

All right,
well, if that's true,

I don't like our chances
out in the open.

We need to be ready
to make a stand here.

I'll reinforce all entry points,
except for the front door.

I've got an idea for that.

Trent, let's, uh,
go check out what we can do

with this ancient ordnance.

If approval comes, we break out.

If not...

be ready for action.
Yeah?

Come on.

All right, boys.
Come on, get at it.

Every-every single symptom
that the nurse listed

is exactly like TBI,

so the best-case scenario
for my son

is that he's just
gonna have a busted head

just like his dad.

Who says that's the best case?

They haven't even
tested him yet.

I know this is terrifying.

But let's see
what we're dealing with.

And then you can figure out
how to sheepdog it, okay?

So, Mikey's respiration
and heart rate

are in a very good place.

That mean it's, uh,
it's time to wake him up.

- It is.
-Okay.

Ratana says you owe him a beer.

- We got approval?
- Mm-hmm.

Great work. Great work.

Perry.

What?

Bravo 2, this is Havoc, come in.

- Go for 2. We have our approval?
- Copy, we do, but

ISR shows potential enemy
massing near your position.

At least a half dozen,
by my count.

Copy. Do we have time
to break out to the vehicle

- and outrun them?
- Negative.

Looks like they're prepping
for an assault.

Bravo 2, did you copy my last?

Bravo 2?

Ah, it's the perfect time
for the comms to go to shit.

- Enemy's jamming us.
-Yeah, they're probably

gonna kill the power next.

Operating out of
Tier One playbook.

Then we're gonna
be in a Tier One gunfight.

Whoa.

All right,
they're starting their assault.

Never out of
the fucking fight, boys.

Strength and honor, boys.

They'll be coming in NODs down.

If we can get this car battery
to light up these bulbs,

we'll blind the enemy
when they breach.

- Hey.
- Got six enemy
making an approach.

We got to funnel 'em
to the front door.

Hold. Hold.

Send it!

Keep pushing 'em that way.

Frag out!

Enemy moving
to the north entrance.

Hope we have enough juice
to blow up these bulbs.

Good?

Let's fuckin' roll.

Now!

Enemy's stacked
at the rear door!

Sonny!

Seal the back door!

That should slow 'em down a bit.

Exfil, exfil! Go, go, go!

Go, go, go.

Exfil, exfil! Come on.

Go.

I tried every frequency we use

on three different radios,
and still nothing.

And to top it off,
the Thais told us

to pull our drone
from Cambodian airspace,

so we don't even have eyes on.

Ray, you have done
everything that you can.

Omar is more than capable
to lead Bravo out of this.

- Nah, I should've been there.
- A wise man once told me

we make the best calls we can

with the information we have.

I just can't help but feel
like my teammates

keep paying the price when
I try to do the right thing.

All right, border's just
a few more klicks.

You nearly blew the shit out
of us with that charge, Sonny.

Hey, I-I never
used actual TNT before.

- You don't say?

What the...

Hey, uh,

we might not be out of the woods
just yet, boys.

The truck appears
to be mirroring us.

Gunfight'll shut down
the border.

Hold fire
until we know for sure.

The radios are still dead.
If they're jamming us,

it means they're nearby.

Might have fried our comms
back at the safe house.

Well, if they're gonna hit us,

Confucius says,
"It's now or never."

Holster your
itchy trigger fingers

until we ID that vehicle.

Well, they're
about to be alongside us.

- Close enough for us to ID them.
- Or to vaporize us.

Check fire, civilians,
check fire.

Good call, boss.

Hey, kiddo.

Hey. Hey.

They intubated you.

It's why your-your throat
feels like sandpaper.

Dad?

Yeah?

What happened?

Why am I in the hospital?

You were in a lot of pain.

You had to work a problem
that I created.

All right, man.

Here we are.

-Oh, shit.
- Ooh.

- Hey, Ray.
-I could not be happier
to see your ugly faces.

Picked a hell of an op to skip,
brother.

You should consider
being the next Miss Cleo

- when you retire, buddy.

I hated not being in the fight
with you fellas.

The shit got heavy,

but our team leader had us
pulling in the same direction.

Take a bow, Omar.
You earned the win today.

Oh, home
with a full head count's

the only victory that matters.

How about it, Sonny?

Still think Bravo
is dead team walking?

Well, I am happy to report

that the rumors

of Bravo's demise were, uh...

- greatly exaggerated.

Ain't that right, Magic Mike?

Come on.

Look at that guy.

- Ah!

Cheers.

Heard from the Ops Chief

Bravo brought your man
across the border.

You want a chocolate chip
to celebrate?

China learned
we were bringing Jun

from Cambodia into Thailand

and they submitted
their own extradition request.

And since Jun's
a Chinese national,

China's request will
take priority over the U.S.'s.

At least we know who was
on Bravo's six in Cambodia.

Well, Bravo's coming home
with a full head count,

so keep some perspective.

Coming home?

Multiple engagements.

China knows
who they're up against.

So, not only do we lose Jun--

our proof of China's involvement
with trafficking fentanyl--

but we also lose our best tool
to find more intel

on the scope
of their activities.

Total mission failure.

Well, not exactly.

Despite China stealing back
their HVT,

Bravo and the DEA
displayed proof of concept

for integrated deterrence.

I would call that
a victory worth marking.

Hey.

Why aren't you in with Mikey?

I had to, uh,
read Emma in on what happened.

This was a scary accident.

Be grateful
Mikey's gonna be okay.

Yeah.
I'm grateful.

I am.

But maybe I should have
listened to him.

You were protecting him,
like any good parent would.

Right.
Protecting him.

Look where that got him.

Look where that got him.

Seems like
everything I touch just

seems to backfire on me.

Yeah, I know

that underselling
your parenting skills

is a favorite pastime,

but never forget
how hard you've fought

to hold your family together.

Yeah.

You know, I met
this former Green Beret

who, uh, thinks the idea

of, uh, warriors like us

having a balanced life
is just a...

just a fantasy.

Just a fantasy.

Right.

He thinks that
war has the last word.

Just because this guy

says your worst fears out loud
doesn't make them true.

Well, one of the reasons
why I came back home was to...

to prove that
he was wrong, yeah?

To show that I could finally
have a balanced life

being Bravo 1

and a dad.

Yeah.

Well, that just
blew up in my face.

Because I almost
got my son killed

and my teammates killed.

You're being
too hard on yourself.

The progress that you've made
is real.

Yeah.

Real.

You know, Mandy, I-I'm just

starting to believe that, uh,

that war does
have the last word.

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