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- Previously on SEAL Team...
- Clay's medkit

got blown clean off.
If I could flatten it all out

under my ballistic plate...

That's a pretty smart idea.

Left us no choice
but to stand you down.

You put Bravo back in the field

and you can have my Trident.

In eight more weeks,
then you're all ours.

than I've been having
with my rifle.

Like, all the work
that I have done

lately on myself,
I found a balance.

I just feel like running back
into the fire,

all that's just gonna destroy

the progress that I've made.

Colonel Decker--
he was assaulted last night.

Investigation's underway.

- Not sure you all have met.
-Drew Franklin.

Thought he was an urban legend.

You all will be spending
the next month

working with Swedish SOG.

There's a reporter
doing a podcast

about "the House of Franklin."

But this could be
your reputation on the line.

- Stop. I swear, Sonny,

if your legs moved half as fast
as your mouth,

you wouldn't always finish last.

Well, sprinting out
to that early lead

wasn't the humdinger of a plan
I thought it was.

I don't know about that.

You know,
crop-dusting the competition--

that was a John Tortorella move,
my brother.

Using the best tool
in his tool kit.

- Ah.

It's the world's
deadliest janitorial staff.

Thought you guys were ordered
back to your shore duty posts.

Yeah, we're still serving
our time in limbo.

Just got together for a workout.

Thought you'd be off
on your next Pro Dev.

- No, starts next week.
-Tell you what.

Since you got some downtime,

tomorrow you want
to join us for a run?

Individual sport,
right up your alley.

Or we could hit the MMA mats

and beat that shit-eating grin
off your face.

I'll pass.

I've seen what Hayes can do

when he gets his hands
on someone.

Keep enjoying yourselves.

If Command ever frees
the Bravo Five,

you know, you might miss this.

You're home early.

Well, you know, I put some face
time in at the supply depot,

did a run with the boys.

And I got about 20 seconds left
on this TBI exercise.

Not just a cognitive workout

- but a fashion statement, too.
- That's right.

- Oh. 50 out of 60.

Congratulations, new record.

How are everybody's spirits
at base?

Same, you know--
Ray's counting down the days,

the rest are going stir-crazy.

Still no word about Bravo
becoming deployable?

Nothing that I've heard of.

I'm sure Command appreciates you
not going full Bravo 1 on them.

Look, Command's gonna do

what Command's gonna do with us.

I mean, there's no point
battling with them.

All right? They're probably
just gonna drag their feet,

like they did with the TBI.

Well, I'm glad you're so at ease
with everything.

No night terrors since the one
right after Sweden, right?

No. The only nightmare
I have these days

is thinking about
you overfeeding Cerby

with bacon and
what that would do to my sofa.

- What you told me
the other day...
- Yeah?

...about how kitting up
might set you back somehow?

- Yeah.
- Maybe being out of the fight

does have its perks.

Well, I could, uh,
think of a few.

Oh. Go on.

Yes, ma'am.
So, what I was saying was...

Hey, I need to talk to you.

Finally. You've been ducking me

since I got back from Sweden.

We agreed to be discreet, remember?

Mmm.

You, uh, still
on this kick about

us keeping our distance?

Yeah, more than ever.

I heard there's
an open investigation

into the Decker assault.

They know that it was
someone from the services.

Okay. After all this time,
and that's all that they got?

Them Jimmy Hoffa investigators

are puffing
their chests out somewhere.

They might know more.
I can't exactly ask around.

The way that
Command's treating Bravo,

if they had
anything on me, anything,

they would've nailed me with it.

Well, I hope you're right.

And with all your success
in manufacturing, Mr. Lettow,

I know you recognize
good machinery.

And that's what we have
here at Spenser House.

Solid machinery that we can fuel

through support
by generous contributors.

This intake area right here
is where

our trained volunteers can
assess a veteran's needs

and start to help them
with a treatment plan.

Hey.

That's one of our brilliant
new social workers

that just joined us. Matthew.

Marcus.

- Marcus.
- Mm-hmm.

And we'd like to add
five more Marcuses

with your help.

Upstairs, I can show you
the brand-new

physical therapy room
we just outfitted.

- It's a...
-Uh, equipment arrives

next week, actually.

- Right. Right.
- Right.

The most vital part
of the machinery, Naima.

She keeps this place running.

While you're off, you know,
protecting our country.

Tell me about the namesake.
Spenser House.

Um, 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 happened...
what happened.

- Uh, Clay volunteered here.
- Ah.

He truly believed
in our mission.

Oh.

Uh, it's work.

- Okay.
- I, uh...

have to go.

Excuse me, Mr. Lettow.

So, yeah, the equipment
should be here next week.

- Okay.
- And if you wanted to...

Ray, any idea why
they're bringing us in?

No clue. Jace?

Well, Command's supply monkey

doesn't get
read in early anymore.

Sending us off to another
time-waster somewhere.

After, uh, how well Sweden went?

Maybe they lost patience
with us,

found a reason
to drop the hammer.

I am gonna be 2IC
of an Applebee's somewhere.

Yeah, we've all
been walking the line.

You gotta know that Bravo 1
has been up Command's ass

trying to get us back
in the fire.

Damn right.

I bet Mr. "All In All the Time"

used our heroics
in Umeå to remind Command

what we can do
when we're off the sidelines.

Well, whatever it is,
we can handle it.

Ain't exactly
"Win one for the Gipper," Jace.

- Let's go.

They brought in the C.O.

I think we just
walked the Green Mile.

As soon as the meeting's over,

report to personnel.

There's a couple visitors
would like a word.

Why?

Just passing along the message.

When I received the honor
of taking command of DEVGRU,

I assumed my time
would be devoted

to guiding the most lethal
fighting force on Earth,

but much of my bandwidth

has been consumed
by the question:

What to do with Bravo Team?

Doesn't sound promising.

Many within these walls
see Bravo

as a bunch
of washed-up renegades.

Disobeying orders in Sweden

by going off base seems only
to have validated that view.

Well, Bravo's track record
speaks for itself, sir.

We got a lot of wins
under our belt.

But none on my watch.

You haven't earned
any sweat equity with me.

So, consider this
to be your best

and final chance to do so.

Lieutenant Davis.

Special Operations Command
is undergoing

a shift away
from counterterrorism

to broader deterrence of
our most powerful rival nations.

As a part of this,
Bravo Team will be partnering

with the DEA
for a joint task force

focused on the fentanyl trade.

That's a lot of words to say
we're going after drug dealers.

Trip south of the border,
kicking cartel doors?

That works for us, right?

Tier One operators
strapping with the DEA.

What's the value in that?

The value is that this op
will allow the U.S.

to strike a blow against
our most formidable rival.

China.

China produces the chemical
precursors that become

the illicit fentanyl
that killed over

100,000 Americans last year.

Although Chinese
criminal syndicates

are the ones that are
trafficking the precursors,

they do so with the direct
support of their government.

Drugs sow chaos in the West,

it gives China an edge,
but one team of frogmen

is not gonna be able
to put a dent in that.

By targeting and disrupting a
specific trafficking syndicate,

the Sai Lou,
we hope to find evidence

that they are supported
by CCP leadership in Beijing.

When nonaligned states
in the region

are presented with that proof,

their allegiance
will shift towards us.

So, make 'em see China
as a sleazy dope dealer,

they cozy up to Uncle Sam.

It's a long way from kicking
doors and chasing AQ dirtbags.

Operations like this
are the next era of warfare.

Invisible tactics
with global consequences.

Evolve or fall behind.

Bravo will be based
at the American consulate

in Bangkok, Thailand

and should expect
to run operations

throughout the Golden Triangle
of Southeast Asia.

Wheels up, 1100 tomorrow.

From deplorable to deployable.

Whatever you did worked, boss.

- Got what we wanted.
- That's right.

Back in the fight.

Sir.

I have some serious concerns
about this op.

Clearly, Bravo does, too.

You felt Jason and Ray's
hesitation in there.

I'll admit they did seem
a bit subdued.

Even Quinn.
Didn't know he could do subdued.

Well, it seems like
they're feeling

the same thing that I am.

That they're being
set up to fail.

Excuse me?

This mission is critical
to our cold war with China

and a proving ground
for SOCOM's new methods.

Forcing it on the back
of a team that is undermanned

and out of practice
doesn't make sense.

They're the only team.

This pivot away
from the war on terror

may loom large in your eyes,

but there's still plenty
of skepticism here at DEVGRU.

Yes, that has been made
very clear, sir.

You pick the op,

the skeptics in Command
pick the team.

And with all the other units
deployed

on what they consider
to be higher priorities...

They put this op on a team

that has been mothballed
for months.

Are we really letting
a power play

by some DEVGRU dinosaurs

doom this initiative
before it even starts?

Let me see what our options are.

Oh.

Between you and me,

sideline bench was starting
to feel pretty cozy.

You know, Ray,
nobody's gonna blink

if you want to just
stay at home,

run out the clock.

No way I'm gonna pass
on the chance to, uh,

end my career rolling hot
with my brothers.

I do get the sense, uh,

that you're not so eager to
slap on the war paint yourself,

with how you were shook
after Sweden and all.

Nah, I'm good.

I'm solid.

Yeah, I'm just, uh,

more concerned about
the fact that, uh,

this is happening
in Southeast Asia,

you know, for you.

Last time we were there,
man, you were spiraling.

You know,
problems with the family,

drinking.

Only time I ever took
a swing at you.

Which is really why--

I don't want to be
ducking uppercuts

until you get
to the finish line.

Going back there doesn't mean

returning to the man
I was, brother.

Yeah.

You know, if this is
the whole new way of

running Spec Ops...

...why do you think that
they're trusting us

to launch this op?

Everyone else is deployed.

We're their only players.

And to think we trusted

those forward-thinkers
to make a move on TBI.

You know, last time
I went to see Blackburn

about, uh, Trent's punishment,
Walch was there.

And I-I swear, the only thing
he was thinking about

was not pissing off
his SOCOM boss Rivas.

Whose pet project now rests
on Bravo's shoulders.

What a difference
a few hours makes.

The one thing that Walch
cares about is in our hands.

And that gives us leverage.

Why don't we use it?

Yeah.

Petty Officer Quinn.

Yes, sir.

What's this regarding, sir?

My colleagues and I
understand you've been

keeping something hidden
from us.

Sir?

Apparently, you've taken
it upon yourself

to pursue
some extracurricular activity.

Um...

I'm not sure what you mean, sir.

It never fails to surprise me
what our sailors are capable of.

The innovative ways in which
they apply their training.

Innovative? Uh...

It's not a charge I've been
slapped with before, sir.

The under-plate medkit
you designed.

This is about my medkit?

I heard it was
a literal lifesaver

on a recent operation in Mosul.

We believe it has the potential
to become a key addition

to every operator's equipment.

Would you be interested in
working with R&D to develop it?

Shit yeah, sir.

Good.

I'll grant there's some irony.

The urgency to deploy Bravo

when you haven't been winning
hearts and minds inside Command.

But as Captain Walch
said earlier,

this mission
should serve as a reset

to put Bravo
back in good standing.

Well, that's why we came
to see you, sir.

We don't think
that Bravo's deployable.

- Excuse me?
-Oh, the TBI

that Command has been
dragging its feet on,

it's-- I'm just concerned

that I could get
a flare-up and I...

could be unfit for duty.

And after that mall attack
in Sweden,

my PTS might rear
its ugly head again.

Let me guess.

If steps were taken
on the warfighter health front,

it might ease
both your symptoms?

Otherwise you're gonna have
to inform Admiral Rivas

that his initiative's first op

can't be executed.

Felt more genuine
when you offered up your Trident

in exchange for Bravo
being reinstated, Hayes.

Lucky for you two,

the hand you're trying to force

is one I've been
pressing for myself.

I informed you, Master Chief,

Lieutenant Blackburn had
a TBI proposal on my desk.

Next week there's a meeting

to discuss earmarked funds
for exactly that proposal.

Not good enough.

Sailors, you are way out of line

- trying to shake down the...
- Okay, okay.

Let's make that meeting
happen today.

It won't just be talk.

You have my word.

Satisfied?

I'm feeling better already.

Sir.

Drew.

- Chelsea.
- Hey, Chelsea.

I've been, uh, I've been hoping
we'd run into each other.

You have?

Yeah, you know,
I lost my phone after we, uh,

you know, we met.

Does that actually ever work?

We've never met before, have we?

You'd remember if we had.

Hmm.

You're the podcaster
my sister warned me about.

Not really sure a Navy SEAL
needs to be warned about me.

I just want to talk to you
about your family.

Why?

It's been 200 years
since a Franklin

did anything worthwhile.

The Franklins
have been a fixture

of American business
and politics

since the 19th century.

My project is a deep dive
across the family saga,

across generations
right up to the present.

You seem to be an outlier
in the clan.

You mean you've heard I have
enough of an axe to grind

that I'll spill all the tea.

Oh, I've dug up
plenty of juicy stuff myself.

- Mm.
- You know your
great-great-uncle Thaddeus

founded a Vermont sex cult?

Well, enticing as this sounds,

I'm being called in to work.

Hey, meet me here
tomorrow morning.

8:00.

And you can try to convince me
to help you.

Here's my number.

Just in case
you lose your phone again.

You called in
to see Blackburn, too?

Got creative
with some demo charges.

I'm hoping they don't
ding me too hard.

Yeah, you want
to help your case,

don't let 'em see you
anywhere near me.

Franklin.

Come on in.

Some news, Petty Officer.

Sir.

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

Sir, I'm...

I'm committed to an intensive
Pro Dev itinerary.

Lockpicking school
and tactical Jet Ski training?

It's crucial skills
for a well-rounded frogman.

Or evasive actions

by one who has dodged

being part of a team for
much of his tenure at DEVGRU.

That ends now.

Report to your team leader
Master Chief Hayes.

Well, you ever hear
the one about my dad

being a senator, sir?

You're a great operator, Drew.

But it's been long enough
since you've been a team guy.

Like it or not,
you're part of Bravo now.

Hey, Davis, wait up.

Ah, so much for discretion.

Uh, the Navy brass meeting
wasn't about Decker at all.

What meeting? What Navy brass?

Uh, don't worry.

Turns out, they're...

more interested in my brain
than my brawn.

Sonny, I'm not following.

The under-the-plate medkit that
I was tinkering on after Mali?

Well, they, uh,
maybe want to start using it.

- Sonny, that is amazing.
- I know, right?

In caveman days,
the ability to make tools

was a big step up
from flinging feces.

- I'm proud of you.

And Clay would be, too.

Thanks.

Um...

The Decker investigation?

It's still active.

And Bravo is, too.

Finally.

You know that, uh,
that gig you set up for us?

It's a worthy comeback.

Well, just stay smart.

You know, the brass
kind of sees me as,

like, an Einstein
with an M4 now.

Just saying.

Trent Warfare.

You're back. What's up, brother?

Hey, man, good to see you.

Well, Blackburn wanted
to plus up Bravo.

So, got me an early release
from LOGSU.

Yeah.

What the hell's this?

What the hell
you doing here, huh?

- Jace?
- Yeah?

What's the Lone Ranger
doing here?

Drew's also been assigned
full-time to us.

Yeah, our one-night stand
became a shotgun wedding.

How many steps has Bravo lost

if Command is looking to me
to plus you up?

Well, maybe Bravo 1
will straighten you out.

What we need is a solid shooter
with sniper skills.

Take any open cage you want.

- Already got one.
- What? Where?

Just tell me what time to be
on the tarmac tomorrow.

So, you gonna bleed Bravo?

Take that full metal jacket off
and stay a while.

Wheels up at 1100.

One minute
you're counting supplies,

the next you're leading
the tip of the spear.

Mm-hmm.

The Navy's sense of timing
remains unmatched.

Well, the guys
don't seem to mind.

And what about you?

Oh... I'm great. I mean...

the fact that,
uh, you know, Walch

is taking this whole TBI thing
seriously now

because of this mission,
I'm good.

And I know how important
that win is for you,

but I mean, you've actually
been enjoying your downtime.

I can't imagine you're eager

to ramp back
into battle so fast.

No, no, no, no, no. No battling.

I mean, according to Davis, this
is a whole new era of warfare.

Okay, but Sweden was supposed
to be safe, too.

- Right?
- Mm-hmm.

You came home
worried about what being

back downrange could do
to the balance you found.

I was just rattled
from being on the sidelines

for too long, that's why.

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

Right?

And if Davis is right,

then it's not going to affect
the progress that I've made.

Okay.

Kids are knocked out.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

They wanted me to, uh,

promise this'll be
the last time I leave.

And?

I said six weeks from now,

I'm home forever.

All right.

I just, uh...

wish I could stick around
to rustle up more

Spenser House funding after
I blew that pitch this morning.

You didn't blow anything, babe.

Besides, you're not
the only one in the family

- who can press the flesh.
- Mm.

I'll keep the checks coming in
while you're deployed.

I know you will.

Mmm.

But it did kind of feel
like you'd rather face bullets

than Mr. Lettow's questions.

Babe... between shore duty

and getting
my retirement in order,

touring him around just reminded
me of how much I missed out on.

Okay.

Well, once you're
done with Bravo,

it'll be good for you
to spend more time actually

at Spenser House.

See the impact you're making.

- Right.
- Yeah.

I'll be there.

Soon, baby.

- Okay.
- Soon.

Geez!

Fuck.

Does the Navy mind when
you show up 20 minutes late?

Much like you, they clearly
think I'm worth waiting for.

So, I wrote up
some of the topics

I'd like to get into with you.

Just to be transparent.

Inbreeding, substance abuse,

corporate malfeasance...

...and satanism.

No, I might have
to listen to this.

I know there's
a lot of questions

surrounding your mother,
so I was thinking...

I'm being shipped
overseas today.

For how long?

Long enough for you to need
a new family informant.

Then why are you here?

If this isn't my chance to
convince you of an interview...

what is it?

Oh, it's two attractive people
with a couple of free hours

you know, before one of them
heroically flies off

to put his life in danger?

No, you're a journalist,

and you see the possibilities.

This is exactly what I was
warned to expect from you.

Yeah?

And what else did you hear?

In and out of elite boarding
schools since the fourth grade.

At 19, you finally
cut ties with your family

to find a new one with the Navy.

The question I had was
how that worked out for you.

Have a nice trip.

When I get back...

...you know, maybe you can ask
me some questions.

Hmm.

- You ready to roll?
- Yeah.

You know, deployment might be
a blessing in disguise.

Help you whip Bravo back
into shape before I pop smoke.

Yeah. Hey, listen, man, can
you do something else for me?

Yeah.

Can you, uh, put this
in my burn box for me, will you?

- What is it?
- Nothing.

Kind of "nothing"
you need me to torch

- if you don't come back?
- It's nothing, Ray.

Just put it in my burn box,
will you?

All right.

But last week

you were making plans
for family trips, and...

now something's got you thinking
about the end of the line?

Come on, let's go. Put it
in the burn box, will you?

- All right.
- Thanks.

Let's roll.

All right.

Welcome to Thailand.

I'm Special Agent in Charge
Samantha Miles.

DEA's happy to have
your support.

Well, happy to be here.

Well, between Bangkok,
the Phi Phi Islands, and Phuket,

expect more laughs
than a hotter night

- at the chuckle hut.
- To be clear,

low-hanging fruit's
for Sonny's jokes,

- not our ops.
- Oh, I've experienced
SEAL "sense of humor."

It's why I had them bolt down
most of the furniture here.

- Thank you.

Bravo's living
and working quarters.

And my office
is just down the hall.

I'll let you settle in,

then come back and brief you up.

- Oh.
- Whatever works for you.

Suspiciously accommodating
for a Tier One unit.

Oh, he's playing nice 'cause
Bravo just got off house arrest.

- More of that trademark
SEAL humor.
- Mm.

Yeah, Bravo 1 is usually pretty
quick to mark his territory

on these, uh, joint ops,
and him and Ray,

well, they just rolled over
to our DEA handler.

Old dogs might've lost
a little bite

while we were leashed up.

Well, I think it's gonna be
up to me and you

to keep the Bravo pack strong.

Starting with getting Drew

- off Loner Island.

I sat next to him
on the 20-hour flight.

Somehow I know less about him
than when we took off.

Okay, hundred bucks
to the first person

that gets him to tell us
something real about himself.

I have been
on the receiving end

of your welcome committee.
No way he tells you shit.

- You make that $200.
- Yeah.

- 200 bucks?
- You got it.

After you.

Oh, uh, Brock's
securing our gear.

We'll fill him in after.

I take it your in-flight reading

caught you up
on the Sai Lou Syndicate?

Yes, Chinese triad
that ships precursor chemicals

from the mainland
down to Mexico,

where the cartels
turn it into fentanyl.

One of the shipping routes used
by the Sai Lou traffickers

stops to refuel here.

Heron Reef,
among the Spratly Islands

in the South China Sea.

Your mission will be
to find a way

to exploit the Sai Lou ship

to gain further intel into
their trafficking operations.

Intel our bosses at SOCOM
can mine for proof

the Chinese government is
tied into the fentanyl trade.

Along with helping
the DEA clamp down

- on the flow of drugs.
- You're hoping SEALs will reduce
drug flow?

Must not get
the Times over here.

S.A. op targeting a cargo ship.
That's no problem.

Problem is, Heron Reef
is a contested island,

with China claiming it
as their own.

They've built infrastructure,

they patrol it
with security boats.

It is effectively
Chinese territory.

Which means a Chinese-sized
fallout if anything goes wrong.

Any hint of your presence will
likely be seen as an act of war.

So this must be zero-footprint,
with no shots fired.

Well, it just depends
how big the trouble gets

- in little China...
- You heard her.

No shots fired. Got it?

We'll stay in the shadows.

You all understand
what you're up against.

I'll leave you to it.

Look, I'm telling you,
simplest option--

just dive from an indig boat

and attach an RFID
to the ship's hull.

Allows tracking
of its movements,

even if the ship is
spoofing GPS and sat signals.

What if they get sly
with the cargo,

swap the barrels of precursor
to another ship along the way?

We need trackers
on the barrels themselves.

That means boarding
and getting all the way

down to the cargo hold.

It just dials up
the risk of discovery.

Not for ninjas like us.
Even while holding fire.

Come on.
100,000 dead Americans a year.

Be nice to know where
this poison's headed.

All right, look,
we're on two teams then.

One dives, attaches the tracker
to the bottom of the hull,

the other does a hook-and-climb,
finds the barrels and tags them.

All right, the boarding team

should also carry
a cell sniffer.

We get close to any
of the Chinese crew,

ripping their phone
might give us

some additional intel, eh?

Now, this dock's a good spot

for me to take overwatch.

Oh, my God.

Always angling
for a party of one.

Too bad we don't need overwatch.

And I'd rather plus up
the boarding team.

One team's underwater,

the other's burrowed below deck.

Like you need someone
watching out for you.

That right, Bravo 1?

Ray, with Drew on overwatch.

- Thank you.

What?

Ringo is going solo here,
and we also lose Paul?

Are you fucking serious?

One is none.
Set of eyes for each team.

Call signs.

- Drew, uh...

Bravo 6.

I hate it.

I fucking hate it, but, uh...

Bravo can't live with a,
a hole in its lineup.

- Moving out in five.
- All right. Um...

Uh, look, before we go, uh...

Jason and Drew.

Seem like Bravo 1's giving him

a much softer new guy welcome
than usual?

With Jason's TBI
as public knowledge now,

Drew's not the threat
that you were.

Yeah.

Are you sure that's all?

I've seen him
manage guys differently

based on what they need.

Or what Jason needs,
at any given time.

What does Jason need right now?

'Cause, um, as his 2IC,

it's on me to back him up.

Look...

I know it may seem like

I'm on the world's
longest retirement tour.

- But, uh,

this will be
you and Jason's show

soon enough, okay?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Almost 20 years with the man,

and he's still
a puzzle to me some days.

But if he drops any hints,
I'll be sure to let you know.

- Yeah.
- All right?

- All right.
- Let's go.

They should be surfacing
any second.

Overwatch, this is 1.

Derigged and boarding.

Copy that, 1,
we got you covered.

Overwatch, this is Bravo 4.
Tracker is on the hull.

Copy, Bravo 4.

Jackpot.
Gallons of chemical painkiller.

Emphasis on "killer."

Tag the barrels, let's roll.

Trent and Brock are below
100 bars on their air.

And they can't
tread water forever.

Come on, Jason.

You okay, boss?

No, they're loading up more of
the fentanyl chemical on board.

Well, we already used
all our trackers. We're good.

Yeah, but where
is it coming from?

This ain't the time
or place for pondering.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The ship's doing
more than refueling.

Mako 1, where's this cargo
coming from?

Bravo 1, coming from
a smaller vessel docked nearby.

You need to exfil, Bravo 1.

We're not done here yet.

Give me the sniffer.

Bravo 1, we're pressing hard
for time on target.

Advise we exfil now.

One mike, Mako 1.

I'm ripping phones here.

Come on.

Bravo 1, we got a problem.

Patrol boat incoming.

Still downloading. Come on...

Come on, come on.

That spotlight's digging
into every corner.

There's no way it misses them.

Bravo 1, hold what you got.

Light's gonna catch you
if you move.

We're sitting Peking ducks.

Maybe shore duty wasn't so bad.

Son of a bitch.

We got to draw that patrol boat
away from them.

I could take a shot
at that crane.

Snap the cable.

A crashing payload could get
the boat's attention.

Subsonic round won't sever
that cable.

Unsuppressed just draws
more attention. No shots fired.

I got an idea.

Be right back.

Where the hell are you going?

Drew, where you going?

What the hell was that?

Now's our chance to move.

Move. Move.

Come on, Drew.

Come on, Drew, where are you?

Okay.

The next time you
try something that crazy,

you run it by us first.

Would you rather have
six opinions weighing in

or seven guys swimming out?

Copy, Bravo 1.

You know, I, uh,
I washed up in here once

when I was a pollywog,
they had a--

they had a boxing ring out here

and they had these
freaking cobras.

- Yeah. Yeah.

And they'd go after each other.

What?

No, no, no. I saw it, too.

I saw it, too, yeah.

One of them even had a
little Don King wig on it.

- He did not.
- Yeah, yeah, yes, he did.
- No.

A Don King wig.

- He stole the other
snakes' money. True story.

- It happened!

Here's to this old-ass bar
and to this new era of warfare.

- Yep.
- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.
- To Bravo.

- Oh, Bravo.

Whoo! All right.

Another round, I'll fill us up.
You guys good?

- Yep.
- All right.

Drew, you good?

- Hey. Hey.
-Coming up.

Fill that up there.

- Thanks, man.
- You got it.

I just cannot figure Drew out.

I mean, he's sitting over there
all cactus-prickly

after going full send
to impress us on the op.

I don't think he's looking
to impress us, Ray.

What do you mean?

What, you see something I don't?

Tell you what.
Put this on his tab, okay?

- No, you-- No.
- Yeah.

He's got a whole new
retirement fund coming.

You don't need to do that.

I don't think there have been
two of us on a team before.

"Us"?

I have been sober six years.

Well, good for you.

Or condolences. Whichever.

It isn't easy, right?

I mean, turning down
a beer on the team

will get you more sideways looks
than an ISIS tattoo.

I never noticed.

No doubt it's worth it.

Me? I-I'm never going back
to before.

Marriage imploding, you know,
everybody getting hurt.

Listen, you ever need
a shoulder to lean on...

- Well, thanks.
- Mm.

Can I get a double whiskey neat?

Mm, mm.

What's going on here, fellas?

Some deep personal
revelations, hmm?

Some... Hmm?

- Some enriching conversations?
- Here you are.

I'm gonna dump my trash

and check the jukebox
for something loud and drowny.

Wait, oh, look at these.
What do we have here?

Some fries. You mind if I,
if I dip into these?

- These last fries of yours?
- Knock yourself out.

That's pretty good, man.

Pretty good.

I didn't get shit.
Guy's a piece of work.

Piece of work that I
just bonded with.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

I can feel it.

- Where?
- Right in my back pocket
where that money's going.

The trackers on the Sai Lou ship

and the barrels
of fentanyl precursor

are all live and transmitting.

Bravo delivered.

They also managed to hack

the cell phones
of three traffickers.

And you're mining that data?

Which looks promising.
Travel patterns, contacts...

Operators went above and beyond.

Good work, IS-2.

If the skeptics in Command
thought that tossing

a struggling team into this
initiative would undermine it...

Bravo just took round one.

If you're gonna thank me
for saving you again, no need.

You know, that, uh...

that move that you, uh,

you pulled with the truck
back on that last op,

you know,
it's a fine line between

being brave and reckless.

Yeah, it wasn't either of those.

You really think I'd martyr
myself for this group?

You know, I know
what happened to you.

Back in your past.

Well, that's fucking great.

And so you're all gonna be
even more up in my shit?

No. They don't need
to know anything.

It's none of their business.

Then what is this?

I just need to know that
your past and your demons

aren't calling the shots here.

According to DEVGRU legend,

you know,
Bravo 1 crushes skulls,

but he doesn't shrink 'em.

You know something?

You're not the only one
carrying something heavy.

I'm walking back.

On my own.

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