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Previously on SEAL Team...

Tell me about the namesake,
Spenser House.

Clay Spenser.

He was a Navy brother of mine
we lost a few months ago.

Oh, he was the young man
who was killed

by a veteran
you were treating here?

No, that's, uh, not what ha...
what happened.

You're being assigned full-time
to Bravo Team.

- I'm committed to an intensive PRODEV itinerary.
- That ends now.

100 bucks to the first person
that gets Drew

to tell us something real
about himself.

- You make that $200.
- Yeah. 200 bucks.

How'd it feel
to be babysat by Bravo 1?

Well, actually,
it was the other way around.

- Tango had the drop on him.
- Fuck.

I hit his light-switch
with one 40-yard shot.

It's pretty twisted that it
takes more of an emotional toll

to help people
than to kill them.

I heard you had a close call.

Close call spun me out
for a minute, I guess.

You'll shake it off.

I can't imagine you're eager

to ramp back into battle
so fast.

According to Davis, this is
a whole new era of warfare.

Sweden was supposed
to be safe, too.

It's not like I'm going
to Fallujah here.

Bravo is a bunch
of washed-up renegades.

You haven't earned
any sweat equity with me.

Consider this to be your
best and final chance to do so.

Bravo Team will be
partnering with the DEA

for a joint task force
focused on the fentanyl trade.

This op will allow the U.S.
to strike a blow

against our most
formidable rival: China.

Welcome back to Against the Wall

with Chelsea Wallen.

I'm your host, Chelsea,

and today we continue our...

Time to shine, boys.

- How's the arsenal?
- ...congressman with a shadowy past...

Robust as a Texas turkey buzzard.

And I got me some grenades.

Eggs? I thought we were toasting

to Drew's first
successful op with Bravo,

not hazing a pledge.

They're hardboiled. Okay?

And if you want to be
Jason's right-hand man,

then you need to know how to
show the new guy the Bravo way.

All right.

Hello, Drew.

Now that the, uh, first mission
of Bravo is complete,

there's only one thing
that remains.

It's your victory lap.

Prepare to run
the Bravo gauntlet.

The op was four days ago.

And we didn't exactly
end the Siege of Carthage.

Yeah, but we did prove that
after months on the sidelines,

Bravo's still worthy
of repping the Trident.

And the only question
that remains: are you...

...worthy of Bravo?

You know,
proving my Bravo-worthiness

isn't something that
keeps me up at night.

I know the whole, uh,
Blue Falcon is your deal,

I get it,

but the protruding nail
always gets hammered down.

♪ But you are really lost... ♪

Yeah.

Mm.

Man.

- Yep.
- Must've hit every food stall

in Lumphini Park.

You cannot get Khao Kha Mu

with a view in J-Bad, brother.

I'll tell you the biggest fight
in this deployment

might be our waistline. Ooh.

Don't know about you,
but I'm happy

to dodge calories
instead of bullets.

The shadows definitely has
its perks over the sandbox.

- That's for sure.
- Gentlemen.

Given the work you'll be doing
in the Golden Triangle,

I have arranged
for you to meet Ross Curtis,

one of the DEA's most reliable
informants in the region.

Ah, Agent Miles, uh,
Tier One units rely on intel

sourced by professionals,
not CIs looking for a buck.

He's worked
as a private security contractor

for some of the biggest players
in the area.

I highly doubt
a disillusioned trafficker

is gonna give us
anything of value here.

He's a former Green Beret,

and the intel he's fed us

has led to
some of our biggest busts.

I'm asking, not ordering,

but listening to Curtis
can't hurt.

- Can he get here today?
- He's coming in at 3:00.

As long as you're asking.

Would've bet my pension
you were gonna tell her

- to shove it. - Well, you know,
given my whole TBI issues,

I'm trying to cut back
on the headbutting, Ray.

What the hell is this?

New frog's rejecting
his Bravo baptism.

- Oh.
- Come on, Jace,

you got to tell Van Damme that
he's got to do the gauntlet.

Well, you know, I, uh,
graduated Green Team years ago.

I don't need initiating.

Well, if saving us the other
night didn't baptize him,

I don't know what will.

Yeah. Starting to regret that.

Pushing an initiation rite
that doesn't exist, Sonny.

"In order to become a team
on the battlefield

you got to become a team
off the battlefield."

You know who said that?

- Bravo 1.
- You're right.

You're absolutely right,
I did say that.

But things change.

New war.

New Bravo.

- That's cute.
- Thanks.

Since when did Bravo
start taking briefings

from a South China Sea Serpico?

Serpico got paid
by the good guys.

Sounds like this dude
fills his pockets

with dirty money.

I mean,
mercenaries are shady as hell,

but at least
this guy was a Green Beret.

Just another guy
to boss Bravo around with Miles,

ain't that right, Jace?

Listen, you know,

fortune cookie I had for lunch,
it said,

"Knowledge is power."

So maybe this guy is
gonna enlighten us, huh, Sonny?

How do we know this guy's legit

and not some pirate
stealing valor?

Fighting at Tora Bora count?

Nobody pretending would
take credit for being

a part of the great escape.

How many SEALs it take
to change a lightbulb?

Six. One to change it,
five to write books about it.

- Yeah.
- Joke was about as old

as somebody bragging
that they were at Tora Bora.

We don't get a lot of
Tier One types in these parts.

What cake-eater did you piss off
to get exiled here?

- All of them.
- Hmm.

My kind of team.

Let's start with the basics.

Golden Triangle,
it's known for its brutality.

Place is crawling with soldiers,

pirates, traffickers,
local militia,

Chinese crime syndicates.

What about, uh,
what about flesh-eating crabs?

Yeah, uh, I mean, if it's lethal, yeah.

You can assume it's here.

Most of the syndicates,

they send their drugs
down the Mekong

to fishing vessels
conscripted by the Chinese

to traffic the drugs abroad,
sometimes to the cartels.

But there are some exceptions.

The Myaway, they send yaba
over land into Mizoram.

And the Shu, they funnel heroin
down the Irrawaddy.

And the way you're talking,

it sounds like you're part
of all of their operations.

In a way, I am.

I just pulled security
for the Shu's ships last week.

God, country,
and Chinese syndicates

wasn't the oath I took.

What about the locals?

Do they support
the drug traders?

Most of the locals I know
are good people.

Violence and famine
forced them into the drug trade

to feed their family
'cause, you know, the factories,

they pay cash.

One plant dries up,
they just move on to the next.

What else can I read you in on?

Well, maybe you, uh...

could come up with
some restaurant recommendations

for these two over there.

I think we're good, thanks.
I appreciate your, uh, insight.

All right.

Well, look, you reach out
if you need anything else.

Target package came
across my desk.

You want to use Bravo to do
more of the DEA's dirty work?

Intel developed
after tracking phone data

captured in the Spratly Islands

revealed a Sai Lou route
from Myanmar.

You sent a Tier One Team into
Chinese-controlled territory,

risking a geopolitical
nightmare,

and proved what?

Myanmar is involved
in Chinese drug activity?

A fact we've known for years.

Convince me
this new package will yield

something more valuable
than another win for the DEA.

Perhaps you and Admiral Rivas
measure the value

of incremental progress
differently, sir.

You can only play
the Admiral Rivas card

so many times, Lieutenant.

If this target package
doesn't produce new intel,

I'd feel
it was my duty to ask him

if he chose the right person
to run this pet project.

You'll have results.

Look alive, boys.

Oh.

Hey, you got any more washed-up
operators for us to meet?

You know,
present company excluded.

Must've caught a target package.

Please tell me we're gonna go
hunt some fucking pirates.

Target's a Sai Lou fentanyl
precursor factory in Myanmar.

DEA backtracked geotags
you captured at Heron Reef

and used sat images to ID
a Yi Pharmaceuticals plant

in an industrial district

in the Shan State's
Kutkai Township.

All right, what? So, basically,

you want us to infiltrate
the factory, perform SSE,

- so we could connect Beijing to the Sai Lou.
- Mm-hmm.

Couldn't a local asset
handle this?

I mean, seems a little
below our pay grade.

"Our"?

Ooh, careful there, Drew.

You're starting to sound
like you're...

maybe part of this team.

Just because the nature
of the war has changed,

this doesn't make it
any less important, you got it?

And we're gonna do this
with zero footprint.

Actually, you will be leaving
a sizable one.

Ma'am?

After pulling SSE,

you will destroy the plant

to disrupt Sai Lou's
trafficking operations,

using indig explosives
to cover U.S. fingerprints.

Let's go. That's some old-school
teams shit right there.

It's about time.

Well, I've been pining
for some War on Terror ops,

but don't we risk
killing everyone in the area

by blowing up a chemical plant?

The plant produces
N-BOC-4-Piperidone.

Only people in the kill zone
will be inside the plant.

I know SEALs love
admiring their own work,

but I suggest you be long gone
before detonating.

All right, before we start
blowing shit up,

we got to get eyes
on the factory.

Well, we're gonna have
some time in Myanmar

to really get
to know each other.

I bet you went to one of them,
uh, snooty boarding schools,

didn't you?

Mm, probably a few,

given the way
he goes through teams.

Okay, be straight
with us here, Drew.

Okay?

What rich kids sports
did you play? Hmm?

You look like a fencer. Or crew?

No, no, no, nope.
You know what it is?

The dancing horse thing.

Dressage.

See, Omar?

You owe me money right there, buddy.

- What?
- Okay? Anybody that knows

a fancy sports word like that
is rich.

- That doesn't prove shit.
- It does prove shit.

Maybe, maybe he dated
an equestrian,

- or is a hippophile.
- A hippo what?

A hippophile.

I have what appears to be
two armed guards

approaching the southwest corner.

Well, I have what appears
to be a fellow frogman

that doesn't want to bond
with his teammates.

Keep telling you,
letting the boys in

when I joined Bravo helped them
trust me outside the wire.

Did you guys ever hear about
the, uh, coconut crabs

that ate Amelia Earhart?

Yeah, ten times this watch.

Yeah, when Sonny locks in
on a conspiracy theory,

he's a dog with a bone.

Just be glad
he's off Stevie Wonder.

Everyone knows that
Stevie can see.

If you promise to shut up,

I will answer
one question about my life.

- Oh!
- All right.

Okay, well,
what question do I ask here?

Should it be about
the yacht scandal?

The pickle fortune?

Mmm, no, no.

The senator.

Yes, the senator. Is your daddy

Senator Franklin
from West Virginia?

No, you mean from Delaware.

Oh, no way.

That's your daddy. Mm, mm,

- mm, mm, mm...
- No.

What?

Fuck you.
That wasn't even funny.

I, uh, slow-rolled
a lot of poker hands,

but, you know, that may be
my best work yet.

- Fuck you, man.
- Yeah.

There we go.

Looks like we got
two guards with a pistol

coming around the east corner.

Yeah.

We should see them again
in four mikes.

Then another four mikes,

and another four mikes.

Figured an old-school op
would have you giddy, brother.

You know, enthusiasm
leads to mistakes, Ray.

Then this truck is
the epicenter of perfection.

What's up with you, man?

I mean, yesterday
you were singing

this deployment's praises,
now you're deep in your feels.

How's Spenser House?

Well-funded, thanks to a, uh,

massive check
that just got stroked.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Congratulations.

Eh, it's nothing I did.

I actually scared away
a deep-pocketed donor.

Naima cleaned up my mess.

Something throw you off?

Just rust.

Yeah, well, you better

shake that rust off,
because, you know,

Spenser House is gonna be
your all in, all the time

real soon, brother.

Real soon.

You know that them
flesh-eating coconut crabs,

they are considered to be

the sharks of
the crustacean world.

They can grow up to
two and a half feet.

You know, you are giving me

a shellfish allergy
with all this crab talk, Sonny.

Yeah, I'm sorry, man. I-I...

I'm just running out
of material, man,

I'm sitting on my ass
for the last two days.

How's, uh, how's Leanne?

She's great.
She's up and walking.

Right into the arms
of Hannah's new fiancé.

Hannah's engaged?

Yep.

I'm sorry, brother.
That's rough.

Yeah, I'm just the back-up daddy
to my own daughter.

Even more so now that
Bravo is my past,

present and future. You know?

Could really use
your help getting Drew

to understand the Bravo way.

My main focus right now
is making sure

Jason doesn't miss a beat
with Bravo when I'm gone, okay?

Miss a beat?

We just stood up to Command
to save a job

that he's acting like
he doesn't want anymore.

Bravo may have some
question marks, brother,

but Jason Hayes will never
be one of them, okay?

Plant operates 24/7.

About 50 locals
run the day shift...

And, uh, 25 come in
and take over at night.

Ten armed guards per shift.

Half inside,
half patrol the exterior.

With fewer workers
and the cover of darkness,

a night op gives us a greater
chance of going undetected.

Well, you don't got to sell me

on things that go
boom in the night.

So, uh, we split
into two groups.

One for SSE, one for demo.

Sound good, boss?

Mm. Op's no good.

I'm canking it.

You're canking
a perfectly good op?

After I spent hours stuck
in a truck with these bozos?

How's this any different from

the power grid
we hit in Indonesia?

In order to crack this nut,

it'd be nice to know
your issues, boss dog.

It's no good.
Too many eyes, too many guns.

You know,
the last time I checked,

Bravo will run into the fire,

and not away from it.

- We're not running from anything.
- Mm.

If Bravo 1 says
we need a better plan,

we give him a better plan.

Airtight.
Minimum risk and exposure.

What the fuck was that, man?

The team leader
looking after his team.

Bullshit. We've all run ops

with way more
red flags than this.

That sure isn't the almighty
Jason Hayes I've heard about.

The man's evolved.

No, the man's spooked.

No way.

I've never seen Jace
scared of anything.

Well, you weren't there
in Sweden.

That shitbag

had Hayes dead to rights
before I popped him.

It's not the first time
he's been in the crosshairs.

We've all heard of snake-eaters
who suddenly lose their nerve.

Once it's gone,
they're fucking finished.

Is that what happened to you?

The reason why
you've been dodging teams

like the plague?

Look, my money says

Jason's being
overprotective of us.

Why's that?

Uh, Clay.

Spenser wasn't killed
on Hayes' watch.

It was a freak accident.

Fallen brother's
always gonna haunt Bravo 1.

Probably why he has his hands
off the wheel more than usual

and is letting Miles run things.

I don't know, man.

Jason's...

It's just... he's working
on himself, his guilt.

Seems more at peace
with his past than ever.

So he's... he's gun-shy
because he's happy?

This close to my retirement...

...he may be doing
everything he can

to make sure I get there.

He did the same thing
when RJ was born.

Whatever his issues,

how do we plan a mission

he doesn't want to run?

Master Chief,

Lieutenant Davis
wants you on VTC.

Should I link her
to the briefing room?

I'll take it in my room.

Hey, you're working late.

I wanted to touch base
on that factory hit

before heading home.

You got a plan in place?

The, uh, the op
may not be achievable.

Miles didn't mention
any complications.

Miles doesn't have
tactical control.

It's a straightforward hit.

Don't overcomplicate it.

Okay, how could
we overcomplicate

fifth generational warfare
with China?

So your concerns are political?

No, my concerns are my concerns.

Therefore, we may have to, uh,

point the spear
in a different direction.

I got enough people
sandbagging me

from inside of Command.

How many times have you
pressured me to find intel

to support a target
that you wanted to hit?

It is time to reciprocate.

I'm sorry, but our operational
priorities aren't aligned.

All right, look,
what if we douse the computers

that run
the precursor mixing program

with hydrochloric acid?

No, no, it-it...
That decreases our visibility,

but it doesn't take
the factory offline.

What if we pull the fire alarm?

Clear the plant out
before we blow it?

Yeah, got me out of

a test or two back
when I was in school.

That's good thinking.

Whoa, whoa. We don't even know
if they have safety standards,

let alone a working fire alarm.

Well, it's hard
to hit a bull's-eye

when the team leader
can't see the target.

Something you're trying to say?

Nothing he hasn't said himself.

That TBIs influence behavior.

They make people
impulsive, aggressive.

So does hanging out with you.

Look, you got to be
part of this team

before you question its leader.

Look, Jason's head
is a non-factor.

He's working that problem.

I'm just saying,
it may explain why

he hasn't lived up
to his reputation.

I mean, come on, Sonny.

You know something's off.

I mean, you've been
talking shit to Jason since...

All right, guys,
let's cool down.

Keep working the problem.

Wow.

Playing Guitar Hero while
the team has a cage match?

Right.

I had my own with Davis.

Look, brother,
I'd never question you

in front of the fellas,

but, uh, in all my years
of being with you,

I've never seen you
cank anything like this.

55 out of 60.

Look, Jace, if your
TBI symptoms have...

I'm good, I'm solid.

So, uh, how are
the boys with the op?

- Banging their heads against
the wall, and each other. - Yeah.

Could probably use their
team leader for inspiration.

All right.

All right, first, we sabotage
the factory's computers

using HCl.

Then we execute

a surgical demo strike

on the loading dock right here.

That stops the Sai Lou
from distributing precursor

and receiving
replacement equipment.

Nearly zero footprint. Boom.

Come on, guys,
that only shuts down the factory

for a few months.

DEA wants a permanent fix, boys.

We could throw
smoke grenades in the vents

to clear out the workers.

Omar came up with
that idea hours ago, man.

Yeah, plus
we still don't know enough

about the ventilation system.

The payroll truck arrives

twice a week
during shift change.

Thought we could hit the plant
while the workers are

outside getting paid.

That's an awfully tight window.

Gives us enough time
to pull SSE,

but setting up charges
for a blast that size

is gonna take a minute.

Especially since we don't know

what kind of support structure

we're fixing to knock down.

You know, Curtis says

the locals aren't
gonna work for free.

What if this payroll truck
doesn't make it?

What if it doesn't show up?

The workers might
walk off the job,

leaving the factory empty.

Looks like Bravo's gonna rob
a money truck, boys.

Look, so you cank our op,
but authorize a crime?

I'll take two rent-a-cops
over ten armed guards

and a crowded factory.

Interesting judgment call.

Yeah. A call that means
that we have to execute

two ops instead of one now.

Y'all need to stop
your yammering, okay?

'Cause this is the Bravo 1
I've been missing,

dialing up some Marcinko-era
renegade shit.

No payday means we'll be
hitting an empty target.

Minimizes risk.

Hitting an armored vehicle
in broad daylight

minimizes nothing.

It's unorthodox,
but we all got to DEVGRU

by thinking outside the box.

Just proves the Navy trained us

to be heroes or criminals.

All right, look, I got no issue

stealing from drug traffickers.

But how are the workers
gonna feed their families?

Would you rather they lose
their paycheck or their lives?

Guys, it's a victimless crime.

I mean, we're heroes
for a good cause.

I'd hate to steal Omar's role
as the team's cold shower,

but we're already
on Command's shit list.

I mean, if this Ocean's 11 hit
gets back to Vah Beach...

Yeah, some job we have when, uh,

stealing's more of an offense
than slaughtering a workforce.

That's why we're gonna roll
with indig gear.

I don't think we packed
for that.

You know, fuck it,
I know someone who's got

some shady connections
around here.

So I'm guarding
this fishing boat,

like, miles out.
Not a soul in sight.

Dead fuckin' calm, until...

And then it's just screeching.

We hear screeching,
we hear boxes crashing.

I look over at the local guards.

They're spooked.
They run down to the galley.

They think there's, uh, like,
an evil spirit on board.

I go searching, and it's a mess.

There's... There's bags
of heroin everywhere.

And then I see the intruders:

two fuckin' monkeys.

They jumped on ship.

It was the longest sail
of my life.

You sure do, uh,
pick colorful clients, brother.

You work for drug dealers,
and that monkey story's

the best you got?

I gotta keep it PG
for the Navy's finest.

And just to be clear,

not all my clients
are criminals.

Yet they undermine
American interests, right?

The world looks a lot different

when you stop drinking
the Pentagon's Kool-Aid.

You can't eat honor, fellas.

Well, I'm hoping we can use
some of those

underworld connections of yours.

We need indig vehicles
and weapons in the Shan State.

Uh, no questions asked.

Think a non-Kool-Aid drinker
can handle that?

Yeah. Yeah, everything except
the "no questions" part.

Who's fucking shady now, huh?

Based on payroll drops
of the past two months,

we know the armored truck's
route to the plant,

and the rate of speed
that it's gonna be traveling.

Truck rolls
with two armed guards.

They're rent-a-cops,
so not real shooters.

Yeah? Tell that to the bullets
flying at us

if we get in a gunfight.

No, there aren't gonna be
any shots fired.

Not between us,
not between the guards.

We're gonna him 'em with speed
and surprise. Understood?

Yeah.

base, maneuver and follow car.

Sonny, Drew,
you set the shape charge

along the truck's route.

Then you're gonna get
in position

as the base element
for an L-shaped ambush.

All right.

1, longhorn's in the corral.

Good copy, 3.

Omar and Trent
will be with Jason

in an overwatch position,

ready to be the maneuver element

once the truck lands on the X

and Sonny incapacitates it

by clacking off the charge.

Road is clear.
Mako, how far out's our bird?

Ray and Brock are
in the follow car

tracking the truck's route
to the factory.

Dirty bird's two mikes out.

After the charge
disables the vehicle,

we wrap up the guards,
take the cash,

head to target.

And once we get confirmation

that the workers are
out of there

we run an SSE
and set the charges.

Bird is one mike out. One.

Who's this dickhead?

O.P. 1, a pickup is
turning onto the road.

Headed your way.

What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?

Hey, uh, truck's all over
the road, 3.

You're fucking kidding me.

If that truck goes
over the charge,

this op is tits up.

Oh! Damn it.

1, bogey ran over the corral.

Not sure what condition it's in.

We're about to find out.
Bird's closing in.

Get down. Fire in the hole!

No.

Bevo's been dehorned.

This op is fucked.

Road warrior damaged the charge
when he clipped it.

RFD must've come loose
from the blasting cap.

We can repair it
and still stop the truck.

Ah. Don't have time to set
another ambush.

Besides, they could have made us
and be alerting the Sai Lou's

death squad right now.

All right.
Mako, the driver change course?

Negative, 1.

Driver's maintaining speed

and the route.

Turning onto
the hardball road now.

All right, look, we've still got
the element of surprise.

Taking another run
at a moving, bulletproof target

in broad daylight exposes us
to more eyes, more risk.

The factory op doesn't work
unless the heist does.

We can probably do it
on the next payroll delivery.

We go home emptyhanded,
Agent Miles and Command

will have questions.

All Bravo elements,
we're running a VI.

Let's move.

Say again, 1?

We're doing
a vehicle interdiction.

RFD reconnected. Good to go.

Good with your hands.
There goes my trust fund theory.

I thought Texans drive faster
than they talk.

1, Bevo's ready to buck.

Mako, bleed off speed.
We got this.

3, move in.

- Oh, shit.
- Fuck, he's...

Oh. Goddamn. Come on.

Paul Blart looks
pretty damn silly up there

with that long gun.

Mall cops don't always miss.
Back off, back off.

Got to do this before
we hit civilization, boss.

Okay, switch sides,
I'll draw his fire.

Copy, 1.

Hang back, 3.
Wait for my signal.

Hang back.

Ready when you are, 1.

Pull up.

Go, 3. Go, 3.

Hey, take out his tires,
will you?

They're probably run-flats.

Doubt shooting 'em
will stop the truck.

Don't need to stop it,
just need to draw its fire.

Fucking do it.

Thanks for the assist, 1.

Go, go, go, go!

- Nice, nice, nice!
- Set!

Back off, back off, back off.

Send it.

Hands, hands, hands!

Don't fucking move. Don't...

Grab the bags of cash, let's go.

- Lock these guys in the back.
- Phase one complete.

Now we just need the workers
to stand up for themselves.

SUV bent a rim.
We're down a vehicle.

Leave it. You know?
We got to go, let's roll.

Teacher's pets are walking.

Three hours to stop
holding out for payday.

Must need that money.

Looks like the guys with guns
are gonna walk, too.

Even loyalty comes with a price.

No guns, no more eyes.

Good call, 1.

Might not know your reasons,
but your plan worked, boss.

Bravo 1's judgement was on
point after all, eh, Drewless?

Yeah, well, these shitbags
are not gonna want this factory

shut down for long,
so let's fucking move.

Target secure.
Consolidate on me.

Drew, Ray,
back to the office, SSE.

Rest of you, on me for demo.

Mako, this is 1.

If they have emergency lighting,
flip it.

Affirm, 1.

Tripping the lights now.

Capone's vault of intel scores.

What?

My nanny watched Geraldo reruns.

Pull the trash.

You can get a lot of intel
from someone's garbage.

Don't forget to check
the shredder bin.

I'm not Bravo 1, man.

I don't need you
fucking guardrailing me.

Fuck.

- Jace!
- Yeah?

What's the problem?

Steel girders.

We need cutting charges.
Can't guarantee

this commie bullshit
that the DEA gave us

is gonna do the job.

It only works best on concrete.

Got to be fucking kidding me.

Bravo 1, this is Mako.

We're about done here,
getting ready to exfil.

What's your sitrep?

We're still working
a problem here.

Makes me wish I had
better news, 1,

but it looks like

we got a busload of people
heading our way.

Appears the Sai Lou
are gonna force

some of the workers to finish
their shift at gunpoint.

You got to buy us time.

You clearing me hot?

Negative.
Do not need a gunfight.

We need time. 1 out.

Copy that.

Mako, grab the pocket change
from the SUV.

Meet me at the stairs
half a block north of my pos.

Check. Moving.

Well, unless we figure out how
to make these charges cut steel,

the Death Star
remains operational.

We're gonna have eyes and guns
on us pretty soon, Jace.

What's the call?

Y-You're saying
we don't have enough power

to cut through this steel?

Look, you'd have enough force
to knock it all down,

but it's got to be all moving
in the right direction.

What if we tamped the charges?

I love it when

Bravo 1's brain is firing, okay,

but with what?

Unless you got eight million
I.V. bags handy.

Okay, fine. You and Trent
set the charges.

Me and Brock
will figure that out.

Let's fucking move.

All right, what's the play?

Gonna use our ill-gotten gains
to buy us some time.

I thought you guys were
renegades, not Robin Hood.

Sonny's gonna be
fucking salty about this.

That's the best part
of the plan.

Probably only a few grand here.

That's a king's ransom
to these folks.

Okay, boys. Make it rain.

1, this is 2.
Bought you some time.

Literally.

Hey, Sonny, we got something
to direct the blast.

These barrels have seen
more of the world

than my grand-ninny ever did.

Man, less talk, more work.

We're ready.
Come on, inside. Inside.

Come on.

Let's go.

It's time. We need to move, 1.

Copy that. Sonny?

- Ring main's set.
- Mako 1, we're done here.

Consolidate at the vehicles.

Copy, 1.

Trent, lead us out.

Any of the workers make it
on the inside?

- Negative, but not for long.
- All right, let's roll.

Go, go, go!

Sonny, go birds.

Fire in the hole.

Bravo Team successfully
executed a target package

in Myanmar that
not only destroyed

a Sai Lou fentanyl
precursor factory,

but also, and more importantly,

recovered vital intel.

The plant is run
as a shell company,

but we now know
that it is controlled

by Jun Yilin,
a Chinese national.

Documents pulled off the target

connect Jun to some of
the deadliest cartel in Mexico.

And further research
by my team revealed

deep ties between
Jun and Beijing.

So, you can now tie Beijing

to a major fentanyl
precursor supplier?

It appears we're
one incremental step closer.

Future target packages
will lay the groundwork

to expose China's support
of fentanyl trafficking,

outing their shittiness
to their neighbors

and forcing a realignment
of alliances in the region.

Good work, Lieutenant.

You can count on our support
for those packages.

That, uh, nanny of yours,

she influence your social habits

as much as your, uh,
viewing ones?

Did Sonny send you
to dig up dirt?

Nah.

Nah, this is a solo mission.
The kind you like.

I told you,
I don't need guardrailing.

Having each other's backs
is what teammates do,

in case you forgot.

There's a shiny Wurmple nearby

I need for my collection,

if you don't mind.

You know, rolling with you
these past two missions

is a very good reminder

of how little actual time
you've spent downrange.

You know, I don't need any
rah-rah speeches from the guy

choosing not to go
downrange ever again.

Considering I don't have
to worry about you

actually telling anyone,
I'll confess.

Closer I get to the finish line,

harder walking away seems.

And it's not
because I'm gonna...

miss the action or the impact.

It's because of the brotherhood.

You're only hurting yourself

by being more of a frogman
than a team guy, Drew.

All your lip-flapping
is making me thirsty.

Could I get a shot of whiskey?

Yeah, but did you have to
throw away every last dollar?

Technically, we were
throwing away kyat.

Uh, technically,
it was our beer money.

We used to play, uh,
Butch and Sundance

when, uh, we were kids
at my daddy's ranch,

and never once did we
give our money back.

Okay? It kind of takes
the spirit away from the heist.

All right, look,
factory got destroyed,

workers got paid. Win-win.

Got to watch it with this whole

"workers of the world" bullshit
there, Karl O-Marx.

All right?

You bleed Bravo, not pinko.

Hey, Drew.

We got a little lucky today

with that charge
on the side of the truck.

Bravo's already got one cowboy.

Owning a ranch don't make you
a cowboy, hoss.

All right, look.

Drew's pulled some
pretty ninja moves already.

Might be time to hang up
your spurs, Sonny.

Hope you got another talent
in that back pocket.

Well, the-the Navy
seems to think so.

They want to look
at this genius's blow-out kit

- to save other warfighters.
- Huh.

- Here, here, man. That's fucking nice.
- Holy shit.

So, you took Clay's injury

and turned it into a positive.

That's some personal growth.

Yeah, and, hopefully,
some financial. Yeah.

- Not after the Navy takes theirs, though.
- Yeah.

Private sector's the way to go.

You'll have more control,
get a bigger piece of the pie.

Protecting our warriors
downrange,

as noble a calling as exists.

But be careful,
money fucks people up.

There he is.
Who's in their feels now, huh?

Just basking in another Bravo victory.

- Yeah, right.
- Yeah. Where the hell you been?

Oh, I was just, uh,
patching things up with Davis.

You know? She's happy now.

- A mission success will do that.
- Mm-hmm.

Looks like everybody got what
they needed out of this op.

- And what is it you needed?
- What I need?

I need a drink, right now.
You owe me. Come on.

I meant from the mission.

New era of warfare, Ray,

doesn't change that.

Came back with a full head
count. That's all that matters.

You know, some of the fellas,
they, uh,

they think you canked the op

maybe because you were
being overprotective,

or maybe...

you were a little gun-shy
after that guy

got the drop on you in Sweden...

Look, Ray. Ray, Ray.

Good team leader, right?

Always puts the safety
of his brothers first.

- They sure do.
- Mm-hmm.

Which is why your call
to Charlie Mike

after the first heist plan
went bust

was so out of character for you.

Ray, what is it
you're trying to say?

I don't know who you were
protecting out there,

- but it wasn't Bravo.
- Come on, Ray.

How about that drink, hmm?

Come on.

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