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Previously onSEAL Team...

The battlespace commander
over there,

Colonel Decker,

failed to change
the comms channels.

Clay's six feet in the ground
because of him.

Hey, Kurt Decker.

(grunts)

ERIC:
We need to talk.

It's regarding your future.

JASON:
Somebody want to tell me

-where the fuck Drew is?
-OMAR: Being a dope

like you're being,
man, that cost me my son.

You do this, you will regret it.

Asked him to grab something
a ten-year-old would like,

but, uh,
do these seem a little adult?

Seems a little not English.

I have arranged
for you to meet Ross Curtis,

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

Just to be clear, not all
my clients are criminals.

Yet they undermine
American interests, right?

-War always has the last word.
-You know,
I don't know about that.

My boy here, he's got
one hell of an off-ramp.

He's building this place,
gonna be set up to help vets.

A unicorn, huh?

Ben, he's trying
to get his life together, and...

Get out. Get the fuck out!

Mikey? What the fuck?

Michael's blood test
showed tranq.

It's a street drug
made of fentanyl.

...that fentanyl precursors

trafficked by the Beijing-backed
Sai Lou syndicate

have been funneled to this man.

Ramon Nazario.

ERIC:
To that end, Bravo Team

will be deploying
to La Ceiba, Honduras.

WALCH:
Gloves are off, gentlemen.

Happy hunting.

Well, it has been 12 hours since
Bravo playedFahrenheit 451,

and still no lead.

Look, we connect someone
from that cash house to Nazario,

we're one step closer
to proving your theory

-that he's trafficking fentanyl.
-Doesn't convince me

that having an impromptu
bonfire's the right move.

Look.

We needed to see
who cares about that money.

It may not always be apparent,

but there is logic
to Jason's choices.

Speaking of choices,

you coming down here
to stop a former Army colonel

from turning Honduras
into a vassal state of China

rather than coasting
into retirement back at home?

That's one.

Well, I think I know the reason.

Why's that?

One last ride with Bravo
before it's all over.

You got me.

What about you?

Isn't it easier
to pull the levers of power

to bring down Nazario
in Vah Beach?

And miss a front-row seat
to your last run with Bravo?

JASON:
Anyone show at the cash house?

My team back at home has images

of everyone
who's gawked at the ashes.

I'm just waiting on FRS results.

Results come a lot faster

when you're breathing down
the team's neck, Davis.

I'm where I need to be.

I don't need a babysitter.

I need a target.
That's what I need.

Tip of the spear's useless
until you point it, Davis.

Wow.
All my worries that you guys

didn't have your heads
in the game in Thailand,

this is some real
old-school Bravo behavior.

(phone ringing)

Go for Bravo.

Understood, sir.

Your team find me a lead?

Blackburn.

Washington's getting antsy.

We don't connect Nazario
to fentanyl soon,

they call us back to Vah Beach.

♪ ♪

Hey, you want some,
uh, Drew-berries

for your Wheaties there, buddy?

Yeah, I'm not sure
they're still fresh.

Sonny made us go
to three different stores

looking for this.

Three stores?

You risked blowing our cover
for coffee creamer?

Oh, hey, any news?

I came in here to get out
of Bravo 1's crosshairs,

so just lay off.

Jason's been a lot more like the
guy I was expecting down here.

OMAR:
This is the Skin-emax version.

You still haven't seen
hardcore Hayes.

Is this Cassius Creamery?

(gasps)

It's a little taste of home
in Honduras.

Oh, this is our first win
since we got here.

Mm.

(chuckles)

(Omar laughs)

Why, you don't need
to be Encyclopedia Brown

to unravel
that you got that for Davis.

-No.
-What gives?

DREW: Knowing what drink someone
starts their morning with,

it's, uh, it's rather intimate.

Yeah, the more time
that you actually spend

with a team, Drew,

you get to learn
their likes and their dislikes.

Oh. Do you mean their,
uh, turn-ons and turnoffs?

-No, fuck no.
-(laughter)

'Cause, you know,
now that I think about it,

I have noticed a lot
of sidebars and chitchats

between you and Davis.

-(groans)
-There's no way
the class clown

is talking work.

-Man, you sweet on Davis?
-Mm.

She Cher to your Sonny Bono?

-Davis and I are
just friends, all right?
-(Omar laughs)

My experience, you call someone
you're just friends with,

-you know, "friend."
-Your experience? Okay.

That-that include
the littlemamacita?

Themamacitayou ran off with
the other night

before you missed warno? Hmm?

-She's no one.
-Oh, no one?

Uh, team guys and relationships,
they don't mix.

The reason why we're all single.

-Right?
-Well, that
and Sonny's Irish thumb.

-(laughter)
-Irish thumb.

You know, with, uh,
with Bravo 1 back

and your head screwed on right

and Ray sticking around, it's
finally time for Bravo to shine.

You feel it?

Sup, Ray?

FRS get a hit?

No. Not yet.

(exhales)

Man, we are
spinning our wheels down here.

Yeah.

Sure do have
an itchy trigger finger

for someone who's looking
to lay down his rifle, huh?

(scoffs)
Nah, I just, uh...

felt helpless when our boys
got ambushed in Cambodia

and I want to watch their six
one last time.

You are so close to getting out.

Why would you risk all that
right now?

How come the guy
that's been ducking the fight

since Sweden
is suddenly angling for one?

I'm sorry, "ducking the fight"?

-Yeah.
-What's that mean?

Balking
on blowing up the factory.

Hesitating on the trigger.

Leaving your teammates behind
on deployment...

TRENT:
Davis has something.

JASON:
Yeah.

FRS from the cash house
popped on Roberto Dubon.

Served under Nazario

in the Honduran Special Forces
unit Los Panteras.

Arson always returns a profit.

Great call, Jace.

We've got Nazario
dead to rights.

Right.
That connects him to cash.

Need to connect him
to the fentanyl.

Best bet is to tail Dubon.

See who he's talking to
on the heels of that fire.

Find a trail
that leads to drugs.

Three teams?

Maximize handoffs,
minimize risk of being detected?

You up for a little
cat and mouse, Lieutenant?

Four teams
gives us more coverage.

Well, cake-eaters like
to roll up their sleeves

from time to time.

All right.
You keep Sonny in line.

Ray, Omar.

Trent with Brock.

Drew, you're with me.

Let's get ready to roll.
Come on.

SONNY:
Well, how about that?

You and I finally get to get

ourScarecrow
and Mrs. Kingrole-play on.

Didn't Jason just tell me
to keep you in line?

Yeah, no, look, everybody else

can get
their tighty-whities in a knot

because you're here
to babysit us, but, hey, man,

you ain't see me complain.

I'm not here
to keep an eye on Bravo.

I'm hiding out.

Cops know you're the one
that disappeared Kairos?

Army CID.

Blackburn figured out that
I might have learned something

that could send
Clay's brothers out for blood

if I told them.

So he stashed me here
in the hopes it blows over.

Okay, so all you got to do

is prove that China
is propping up a narco-state,

and ain't nobody
gonna give a shit about Decker.

Army's not gonna let
an assault of a now general

go unpunished, Sonny.

Somebody's got to hang for it.

(lively music playing)

This is 1. I'm passing Rubble.

DREW:
Dubon's swapping phones,
trying to keep everyone clean.

JASON:
I'll get the pics for the FRS.

You do the sniff.

(camera clicks)

You know, I'm really aware
that, uh, Sonny and Omar,

they were covering for you

when you ghosted the warno.

Teams and shit, right?

Wolf's only
as strong as the pack.

JASON:
You know,
I've been real easy on you

since you joined this team.

That stops now.

The shoulder you were so thirsty
for me to lean on

seems to have gone cold.

The shit's gonna get
really kinetic down here.

So either
you're all in all the time,

or you just get the fuck out.

(indistinct chatter)

Mako 1, you're up.
He's heading east of the plaza.

RAY (over comms):
Copy, 1. We got eyes on.

I noticed you like the local
cuisine when we're deployed.

Won't find baleada like that
back home, that's for sure.

OMAR:
You could take up cooking when
you retire, learn to make it.

Finding me new hobbies?

-Still pushing me out the door?
-(chuckles)

Nah, maybe holding it open
so you can walk through.

Nothing personal.

Look, this job is all I have.

Longer you're here,
less clear what my role is.

Every frogman thinks
this job is all they have.

Every frogman except you.

Why you're
hanging up your wetsuit

for a family business
saving vets.

♪ ♪

I thought we came to Honduras
to hunt a whale,

not, uh,
trail some guppy courier.

DAVIS:
Dubon's got to link Nazario
to the drugs

before we can
break out our harpoons.

Yeah.

You know, it's, uh,

it's impressive
that your head's still in it,

given the monsters
that are chasing us back home.

Chasing me.

Paper trail ends at my desk.

And it would've
stayed that way had I not

told you what I found out.

What happened to Decker
is my fault.

SONNY:
His face and my fist,

they would definitely disagree.

It's a shame that one of us
is gonna hang for this,

when all we were doing

was keeping him accountable
when no one else would.

Not "one of us." Me.

I know how much
Bravo means to you,

and there's no way
I'm gonna let you lose it.

(engine starts)

Bravo 1,
be advised HVT is on the move.

Handing off to 5 and 6
in the mobile unit.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(laughter, crowd chatter)

HVT is entering the club with
his bag through a side door.

1, what's your 20?

JASON:
Front entrance.

Mako, I need you to cover
the side exit.

-RAY: Copy, 1.
-DREW: The club could
be a ditch point.

A secret way out, tunnel.

JASON:
Havoc.

I need you to pair up
with someone,

get inside,
act like a tourist couple.

Mako has the most undercover
and SA experience.

Well, you and 3
are already paired up,

so I need you to get inside.

Copy.

Ha! Okay, well,

I'm not really sporting
my regular club fit.

You think anybody's gonna
be looking at you?

(lively music playing)

Bienvenidos. Entren.

(woman trills tongue)

(man singing in Spanish)

All right, looks like
we're getting a drink first.

Bourbon still your poison?

I think I better pick
something local.

You know? Blend in.

SONNY (sighs):
This is like pouring salt
in the wound.

What is?

Well, you know, work

never allowed us to be a couple,

and now we're here at work

trying to be a couple.

-Does that mean you're against
using the dance floor?
-What?

Seems like it's the best way to
maintain cover and follow Dubon.

I just want to forewarn you
right now,

I did take salsa
in Texas middle school.

The salsa king.

I'll try to keep up.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

OMAR:
You wish you were inside?

No. Sonny and Davis
got it covered.

It's just a lot of eggs
in one basket.

If Dubon's just there
getting his drink on,

we're still nowhere.

Yo, we can get another
layer of surveillance.

1, this is 2.

You want to get a GPS
on HVT's bike while we're here?

Do it.

(lively music continues
in distance)

(both speaking Spanish)

I think they're talking
about who set the fire.

Did they mention drugs?

No, your guess is
as good as mine.

Well, let's linger, see if
we can get the conversation

a chance to
move in that direction.

♪ ♪

The henchman's got eyes on us.

-We got to get moving.
-Running scared is gonna

raise suspicion.

♪ ♪

That worked.

Shit. Where's Dubon?

No luck. You?

He couldn't have gone far.

We lost eyes on our HVT, boss.

You're kidding me.
Keep looking.

Mako, this is 1.

We lost eyes on our HVT inside.

RAY:
Copy, 1. Need a few seconds.

(music continues)

DREW:
Our HVT's outside the club.

A few seconds is all you got.

OMAR:
Fuck me.

RAY:
What's wrong?

OMAR:
Plastic coating.
Magnet won't stay.

I got to get underneath.

JASON:
Mako, this is 1.

You got to bounce. Now.

He's moving your way.

DREW:
They need help.

Bravo 6,
what the fuck are you doing?

DREW:
Hey, pal. Hey, hey.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Hey, ma-- my man.
Hey, can I ask you...

(laughing): Holy shit,
those are the coolest kicks

I've ever seen, man.
Hey, where-where'd you,

-where'd you get 'em?
-Fuck off, amigo.

I got to, I got to get a pair.

I want to up my rizz, you know?

You know, for theseñoritas.

Hey, don't shoot.
Hey, don't shoot, man.

Cut the shit, 6.

No, because, uh,
because I'm armless.

-I got it.
-RAY: We're good, 6.

No, you get it?
No, I'm armless.

(people gasping)

You like my boots?

Why don't you try one on?

(kicks landing)

WOMAN:
Mira.

(groans)

What the fuck was that?

Ensuring mission success.

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Yeah, we're done here. RTB.

All in all the time, boss.

(spits)

Good news is,
our efforts yesterday

allowed us to track
Dubon's crew's phones.

They were up before the sun
visiting these sites.

OMAR:
Near the port.

Could be where
they're packing fentanyl

into cargo bound for the U.S.

Great, targets to hit.
Let's roll.

You mean, targets to check out

and document
any evidence of drugs.

RAY:
Recon op, copy.

So, we split into two teams?

Hit twice as many targets
in half the time?

Fewer men equals lower profile.

We need to be sure we're not
leaving any breadcrumbs

-that Nazario's men can follow.
-We got to come out

of the shadows at some point
to nail this asshole.

Hey, we're on
the same side here.

I understand what
you're saying, but

-we still need to...
-RAY: All she's saying,
Jace, is,

spooking Nazario
is gonna make him harder

to bring down, not easier.

All right, fine.

Drew, Omar, with me.

We'll hit
the south side targets.

You can't quit me,
can you, Hayes?

You got the rest of the targets.

SONNY:
Hey, Jace?

-What?
-Since this sounds

more like a sneak-and-creep,

rather than a boom-boom, I think
I should stay back here with

my rifle in case anybody tries
to follow those breadcrumbs.

-I don't think that's necess...
-That's a great idea.

One is none.
Let's move. Come on.

RAY:
Oh.

Need clarity
on what your role is?

This right here:

help Bravo 1 keep
his loose cannon in check.

Roger that.

(ship horn blowing)

(speaking Spanish)

I got two nutcracker
guards inside.

Why does this seem familiar?

Well, because it looks like the
same dry hole we just came from.

Other team hit how many
dry holes so far?

Two? We're chasing our tails.

JASON:
Three dry holes only means

it's more likely that
this is the place. All right?

Three bricks in a row don't
make your next jump shot go in.

If we don't take the shot,
we're not gonna score.

Understand?

(chirping)

Hey.

Thought you might be
getting hungry.

Ooh. What do we got?

Ray's team hit three dry holes,

so they're on their way back.

-Yeah?
-Yep.

Well, if we're gonna get
a quickie in,

now's our chance.

(chuckles)

I'm so glad that becoming
a father has matured you.

So the kiss was just a cover?

Sonny...

Kind of felt real to me.

I know, but...

between hunting Nazario
and this Decker investigation,

there's a lot of eyes on us.

We can't do this.

Roger that, Lieutenant.

There's three of us
and two guards.

Math's in our favor.

-Let's do this.
-The front door is gonna be

awfully loud and public.

Well, we'll use speed
and we'll use surprise,

-we'll hit 'em straight on.
-Line forms here
to shoot scumbags,

but this is supposed
to be a low-profile op, boss.

We need to connect
Nazario to the fentanyl

or we're gonna get
ripped out of this country.

If that fentanyl shit is
in there, then shooting up

the place risks exploding pills
for us to inhale.

Then nobody miss.
All right? On me.

(lock clicking)

(men speaking Spanish)

(silenced gunshots)

Ditch the bodies.

Split up and start
looking around, will you?

I'll take the office.

♪ ♪

Fuck.

♪ ♪

Anything?

Just grease and chemicals.

JASON:
Anything?

-Nothing.
-(exhales)

They're chopping up cars
to sell parts.

The fuck do they need
all this upholstery for, huh?

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Look at that, jackpot.

OMAR:
Jesus. That's got to be

like a thousand pills
just there, easy.

That's street value
in the millions.

Yeah.
It could kill just as many.

OMAR:
All right,
but we got Nazario now.

Just need to document all this
for the green light.

(camera clicking)

All right. Got our evidence.
Time to roll.

Look, if these were missiles,
would we just leave 'em here?

DREW:
But what do you want to do?

We sure as hell
can't take it all with us.

(horn honking)

-(honking continues)
-(man shouting in Spanish)

Bye.

That's one way to get
this shit off the street.

-(man speaking Spanish)
-(horn honking)

DREW:
Truck inbound,
guys rolling heavy!

No, come on. Look, we achieved
mission success, boss.

Yeah. This hits the streets,
Americans die.

Look, sometimes you got to
lose a battle to win the war.

They're gonna be on us soon.

They're here to transport
this shit.

We slip out the back,
we keep things quiet.

They're gonna see
the dead bodies, anyway.

So I'll tell you what,

might as well
get our money's worth, right?

When they come in, mow 'em down.

What the fuck are we doing?

What we fucking do best,
that's what we're doing.

(men speaking Spanish)

-(silenced gunshots)
-(men grunting)

(silenced gunshot)

-(exhales)
-DAVIS: Hey!

What part of "lower profile"
was unclear?

Drugs on target proved
your Nazario theory.

I was worried about breadcrumbs,
you go and create a shitstorm?

A shitstorm that stopped
a bunch of fentanyl

from poisoning people back home.

Telling U.S. Customs
what cargo to BOLO

would've stopped it
from getting in.

I'm more concerned about
the body count

that you left
and how Nazario reacts!

Way to keep the loose cannon
in check.

Man on fire wasn't using
his listening ears.

Just because you rep the Bravo 2
call sign does not make you so.

I threw a haymaker at the enemy
so they would react, Ray.

I know what the fuck I'm doing.

You and Drew keep taking
unnecessary risks, Jace.

Risks to extend our stay here.
So you can avoid

whatever the fuck
is bothering you back home.

(scoffs) I'm down here because
nobody on this team

can keep you from being
your own worst enemy.

(scoffs)

You know what?
This some bullshit.

(Jason sighs)

Everybody just cool off.

Nazario's gonna make a move
sooner or later.

-Sonny.
-Yeah?

What the fuck's going on
with Ray?

Uh... Well, there's
something you should know.

(waves crashing)

JASON:
Ray?

I'm not in the mood
for another round.

Man, I'm not here to argue.

Not after you KO'd Omar,
that's for sure.

I'll get with him
and clear the air.

Why don't you talk to me first?

About what?

About kicking vets
out of Spenser House.

Sonny and his damn mouth.

Eh.

♪ ♪

Look, man,
I know how hard you worked

to create Spenser House.

And the fucking impact
that it's gonna have.

All I did was have an idea,
Jace.

Naima did all the work.

Only impact I had was...

getting Clay killed.

It was arrogant to think
I could walk away

from all this, clean.

Nah, I just wish that you had
come to me sooner, Ray.

That way we would have been able
to, you know, work the problem.

And do what? Tell you and the
fellas that I'm not a unicorn?

All the work you've
done to find balance, Jace, I...

I can't be the reason that
you stop believing

happily ever after is possible.

I already know it's not.

What's that mean?

Look, man, I tried parenting
Mikey after his surgery, and

it was my parenting that, uh,

put a spiked painkiller
in his hand.

And he almost overdosed
on fentanyl.

My God, Jace.

And you've been keeping this
from me and Bravo?

Doesn't affect the team, Ray.

It does if you're going
full tilt

down here to punish the people
that hurt Mikey.

Why not make it personal?
This is what I do best.

So, here we are, back in
our three-foot worlds, right?

Where we can actually
handle shit.

So, what do you say we leave
Vah Beach in Vah Beach?

♪ ♪

SONNY: How the hell
are we almost out of jerky?

We stocked up on it yesterday.

Brock's got a problem.

And all that salt can't be good
for his blood pressure.

(laughs) Might be why
he's allergic to sleeves.

(chuckles)

Oh, Davis. Uh...

Look, about the chop shop,
I should've controlled Jason...

Hey. Forget about it.

His plan worked, sort of.

Phones we ripped yesterday
lit up with chatter.

High-level meeting
of Nazario's security tomorrow.

Well, how is that only
"sort of"?

Uh, they switched out
their comms again

before we learned
where it was happening, so...

Our only hope now is the tracker
on Dubon's motorcycle.

Good thinking on that.

Someone alert Ray
of my competence.

I'm glad we could hold it down
outside last night.

How was your time inside
with Sonny?

Oh, no, his, um,

two left feet made for
an interesting two-step.

But I still have all my toes.

-Sounds like she didn't hate it.
-(both laughing)

Y'all can give it up
with the fantasy, okay?

-Seriously.
-DREW: You made a move, and, uh,

-she shot you down.
-Oh, what I want to know

is why in the hell you buying
a comic book

for a kid that you haven't seen
in seven years?

-No. We are talking about you.
-No, we're not.

-I'm with Sonny on this one.
-SONNY: Mm-hmm.

(Omar scoffs)

When, um...

When Mo was like two,
uh, his mom cheated on me.

With one of my Team 5 brothers.

-Jesus.
-What the fuck did you do?

(scoffs) Nicky left.

And I fell so far down a bottle,

she had no problem getting full
custody when she married Todd.

SONNY:
Todd Gasper, Team 5?

His brother Glenn, he's, uh,
he's on Foxtrot.

OMAR: Ran away
from my problem to a team

with a daily reminder
of the guy who stole my family.

Well, that's why you were
so giddy to get on Bravo.

Now, couldn't you have fought
for your kid once you got sober?

It took me years to get clean.

And when I did, I realized

my want would only confuse Mo,

it would shatter
his little world.

So, now I send presents
from "Uncle Omar."

And all this time we had
together, shoveling shit,

and you didn't care
to share that?

I don't want to be "the guy

whose swim buddy
stole his family" any more

than Drew wants to be
"the missing Echo frogman."

BROCK:
Hey, guys.

Davis needs us.

You get a location for this
"high-level security meeting"?

ISR over the current location
on Dubon's tracker

shows what appears to be
a military staging area.

RAY:
Camp in the jungle.

-Is Nazario there?
-The chatter

we picked up
suggests his brain trust is

meeting tomorrow morning
without him.

Doesn't matter.
We're going in.

SONNY:
Okay, daytime op in the jungle?

Camp is out there for a reason.

Gonna be hard to get close
without alerting anybody.

Well, is it worth the risk if
Nazario isn't on target?

It's a lot easier capturing him

if we take out
the security team.

RAY: Yeah.
And it's also harder for him

to stage a coup without
the leaders of his army.

We could deliver
a death blow here, boys.

DREW: It looks like hiking
and driving in are no-go's,

and a helo
will attract more eyes

than Brock's beef jerky farts.

No, the best approach is to come
in over the beach, right, Jace?

Mm-hmm. We're gonna go in.

Old school,
men-in-green-faces shit.

We're gonna hammer
the fucking target,

then we're gonna disappear

before these fuckers
even know what hit 'em.

Welcome to the jungle, boys.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(motor turns off)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Havoc, this is 1. How copy?

Good copy, 1. Bravo is
five klicks from target.

Zero visual due to canopy,

and thermal won't work
in the daylight,

so stay frosty.

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(indistinct radio chatter
in Spanish)

(distant chatter continues)

(speaks Spanish)

(radio chatter in Spanish)

(man speaking Spanish)

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(branch snaps)

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-(sighs)
-(body thuds)

Make him harder to find

if someone comes
looking for him, right?

Let's fucking move.

(creatures chittering)

(men speaking Spanish
in distance)

(vehicle approaching)

Havoc, this is 1. I pass Axl.

Good copy, 1. Passing Axl.

1, this is Havoc.

ISR has eyes on your pos.

Seeing 12 guards,
regular pattern of movement.

Closest two are 30 yards ahead.

Good copy, Havoc.

-Take them.
-(silenced gunshots)

(chatter in Spanish)

Jackpot.

Brain trust is in sight.

JASON:
Sonny, Omar, Drew,

set the charges
on the west flank.

The rest of you, maneuver on me.

(birds chirping)

(chatter in Spanish)

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SONNY:
Charges are set. Ready to rock.

1, this is 2. Base is set.

Copy, 2. Maneuver set.

On my word.

DAVIS (over comms):
1, this is Havoc.

Vehicle inbound.

Could be Nazario.

(horn honking)

(vehicle approaching)

What the fuck?

What the fuck is
Curtis doing here?

RAY:
He's definitely outside

his area of expertise.

Havoc, this is 1.
We got a bogey on target.

1, say again your last.

Fucking Curtis is on-site.

What? Are you sure it's him?

A-firm. It's a solid PID.

DAVIS (over comms):
1, hold what you've got.

We cannot assault with
an American citizen on target.

Grab some images and RTB.

I say again, RTB.

How copy?

This is our only fucking shot.
We got to Charlie Mike.

Jace, this is a career-ender.

Could cost us
what we do best, brother.

Trent, Brock, get the boat
ready, will you?

Roger that.

Base element, stand down.
Get PID photos,

then prepare to exfil.

You made the right call, Jace.

So, these shitbirds get a stay
of execution because of Curtis?

If he's telling one of his
stupid-ass Tora Bora stories,

maybe Nazario's guys will
suck-start their pistols.

Kill an American war hero on
an op, we are front page news.

Leave it to a goddamn
ginger Green Beret

to fuck up a cakewalk.

This guy's on a collision
course with some dead bodies.

1, this is 2.

Our dirty work might be
discovered soon.

Good?

Yeah.

Okay. Let's hit the beach.

Move to exfil.

Fuck. Drew, put him down.

-(grunts)
-(flare screeching)

What the fuck was that?

That's gonna get noticed.

So much for a no-contact exfil.

-(alarm blaring)
-Hey. Let's beat feet.

(rapid gunfire)

Move, move, move, move!

(rapid gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

-Set.
-Moving!

JASON (over comms):
Break contact, consolidate back
to the rally point.

4, it's gonna be a hot extract,

you got to meet us there.

TRENT:
Copy, 1. Coming in hot.

-Move, move!
-Covering!

-Fuck is Curtis doing here?!
-Don't fucking matter right now.

-Fuck, move it. Move!
-Moving!

(rapid gunfire)

Last man.

(rapid gunfire continues)

Covering!

(grunting)

Covering!

Moving!

Moving!

(speaking Spanish)

Covering!

(rapid gunfire continues)

(explosion)

RPG!

(explosion)

(rapid gunfire continues)

(explosion)

Bravo 4 and 5, we need
fucking extraction now!

SONNY:
Low on ammo!

(gunfire continues)

Winchester!

Bravo 4, we need extraction now!

(rapid gunfire)

(rapid gunfire continues)

Ray, go!

Sonny, Drew,
move to the boat now!

-Moving!
-Move!

(explosion)

-(rapid gunfire continues)
-Get him in!

You're on me, fucking go!

(rapid gunfire continues)

(grunting)

(explosions)

Keep your heads down.

Get us the fuck home. Move!

(gunfire continues)

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