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Previously on SEAL Team...

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

CLAY: Look, most of the guys
in our selection class just put

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

The guys only listed you
'cause of the way you've been acting

- since the second we got here.
- CLAY: You were just trying

to help, and I was kind of being a d*ck,

- the other night, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.

Get out of here, man.

Nate was hiding a burner
phone from his wife.

You think because Nate had a phone,
he was cheating on Molly?

All the calls are to
and from one number.

JASON: As far as Nate's
burner phone is concerned,

there's no good way to
access the location history,

so that's a dead end.

(LIVELY LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Thanks for the offer,
but I think we're gonna head out.

There's a party at the German consulate.

I promised I'd stop by, so...

Oh, come on, Hannah, what do the
Germans have that we don't?

Biergartens,

nationalized health care,
a true appreciation

for the many talents
of David Hasselhoff.

You know what your problem is?
You're not drunk enough.

- Stay-stay right here.
- No, Richard,

- really, I'm...
- No, no. Tony.

Two G and Ts.

- Top shelf?
- Yeah, the good stuff.

Mr. Crowley.

- Mr. Bol.
- Thought you might care to comment

on the story I'm about to file.

It seems that election monitors up north

- are reporting widespread fraud.
- Mr. Bol,

we just pulled off this country's

first presidential election.

I'm gonna call that a victory.

And by "we," you mean...?

I will leave that up
to your interpretation.

Here you are, sir.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

(QUIETLY): Off the record.

Off the record?

I am... about two seconds away

from bagging the hottest NGO worker

in all of South Sudan.

So, if you don't mind...

I find that very hard to believe.

HANNAH: Thanks for the ride.

DRIVER: Oh, Hannah.

I'd love to have seen Crowley's face

- when he found you gone.
- Oh, don't be cruel.

I'm sorry, my friend,
but the ambassador brings it out in me.

Acting ambassador.

(BOTH LAUGH)

DRIVER: It's only only a tollbooth.

Do you have a ten-pound note?

The toll is ten pounds?

That's the price for your white face.

Get out of the truck.

DRIVER: We have papers, brother.

We are not to be detained.

This is for your trouble.

Out! I said, out of the car.

Whoa. We are on the same side.

Get out.

(SHOUTING)

(PUNCHING, KICKING)

Leave him alone.

(GRUNTS)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)

Oh. What's up, man?

What's up is another
healthy dish of chicken.

Organic. (BOTH LAUGH)

Hey.

Thought maybe you'd want
to take a look at these.

Nate's old pics.

Finally get around to
cleaning out Nate's cage, huh?

Oh, no. I was helping Alana clean out

Nate and Molly's house
before it goes on the market.

Little trip down memory lane there.

Nate and our interpreter Marjan.

Feels like it's kind of bad luck

to be in a photo with two dead guys.

What about the woman there?

Okay. Two dead guys and a dead woman.

Thanks for that.

What makes you think she's dead?

Well,
the Taliban went after our interpreter.

You know, don't you think
they'd go after his wife, too?

Huh? I mean, you know how they do.

That is Marjan's wife?

I mean, "was."

Speaking of Nate's cage...

It is about time that you got
around to cleaning it out.

- Yeah.
- Deal with his burn box.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

The man's gone.

And he has every right

for his secrets to be gone with him,
too.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Right. You know,

I'm-I'm gonna get to it, right?

Hey. It's not gonna get any easier.

You've got to rip that Band-Aid off.

Yeah.

- What are you doing?
- Hmm?

I mean,
you're-you're eating in order right now.

You're going...
you're going meat, rice, green beans,

meat, rice, green beans,

meat, rice, green beans.

Mm-hmm. It's efficient.

And strangely satisfying.

Yeah, if you have violent OCD.

(LAUGHS)

You know how many CEOs have OCD?

A lot.

(LAUGHS) ADAM: Spenser.

Gate security says you have a visitor.

When's it turn into stalking?

Well, I was in the neighborhood.

You know you're violating my safe space.

Sounds dirty. (CHUCKLES)

It's a good thing one
of us is having fun.

That's actually why I'm here.

We're throwing a party this weekend,

me and my roommates.

And you're inviting me to this party?

No, I'm just keeping you up to date.

Can I bring a guest? Uh...

As long as they have a Y chromosome,
yeah, you should...

It's, uh, it's my buddy Brian.

You've seen him at the bar.

Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, the cute one.

Absolutely. Bring-bring Brian.

Hmm. Actually, you know what?
On second thought...

(LAUGHS) Is this, uh...

So is this where the magic happens?

Uh, I mean, it's...

not quite Hogwarts, but, yeah.

It's nice to see you in your element.

See you at the party.

(SIGHS)

Huh, "Jason Hayes."

What the hell were you doing, Nate?

We've been talking all week
about what might happen

if the v*olence in South Sudan continues

to escalate after the elections.

As discussed, the election was
marked by widespread fraud.

A lot of people in the
opposition are blaming us.

What did we do?

- What, in Africa?
- Yeah.

MANDY: So far,
the v*olence has been confined

to the rural areas up north,
but it's spreading.

Hannah Parsons was an American
NGO worker in South Sudan.

She and her driver were
m*rder*d last night

by an anti-government tribal militia.

Just outside of Juba.

Six miles from the American embassy.

Okay.
So you want us to evacuate the embassy?

So far, just of nonessential personnel.

There's Americans
still in that embassy.

We're going in to keep them safe

while they try to hold
the place together.

Then we get them out,
things go the other way.

RAY: Or, so...

after it goes Benghazi, the DoD can say

they had a Tier One team on the ground.

Why not just bring in a
couple hundred Marines,

Expeditionary Unit?

Problem is, so far,
the ruling party's rejected our offer

to send in a MEU.

They feel it gives the
appearance they've lost control.

Well, we wouldn't want
to give that appearance.

DAVIS:
Your vehicles got armor everywhere

except for the windows,
'cause you say they needed to roll down.

Oh, look,
if you can't put the windows down,

people are gonna know
it's an armored car.

Anyway,
the body should stop an AK round.

Your precious roll-down
windows are liable to shatter

if one of the local kids
hits it with a baseball.

- We're diverting.
- What do you mean "we're diverting"?

Airport's not secure.
Command wants us to land

at an old m*llitary airfield
southeast of the city.

Wants me to stay there,
coordinate with the Marine C.O.,

make sure that the
runways stay operational

in case we all need to get out
of this country in a hurry.

I'll find out what assets
we have down there.

All right.
What's the local security like?

MANDY: Not good.

But the State Department RSO
on the other hand's got a good rep.

His name's Doyle.

Bunch of people I know
worked with him in Tunis.

What about the ambo?

Crowley. Technically, he's not the ambo,

he's acting ambassador until
a new one gets appointed.

BLACKBURN: All right.
What can you tell us about Crowley?

Well, our analysts think
he should've ordered the evac already.

Shutter the embassy,
stay away until things stabilize.

The good news is, so far,

the anger hasn't been
focused on the embassy.

Bad news is, that's the kind of
thing that can change real quick.

Yeah.

RADIO HOST: This is the
American-Sudanese Radio Network.

South Sudanese rebel leaders say

recent presidential election
results are fraudulent,

and blame the U.S. for meddling.

They are calling for nationwide protests

and an ouster of President Salva Kiir.

DOYLE: Lawrence Doyle, RSO.

Welcome to the U.S. embassy.

Roadblocks in the rural areas

have started to disrupt
distribution networks.

We're already looking at food shortages.

- JASON: How long?
- DOYLE: Till it all falls apart?

It depends who you ask.

This country's only existed a few years.

Been at civil w*r most of that time.

Plus, the nut-bars in charge up north

are just looking for a
chance to take it all back,

reunify the Sudanese nation.

"And, one day, inshallah,
the entire nation of Nubia."

Somebody follows the news.

Might even say it's my job.

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

I'm glad you're here.

This place is going south fast.

I got a team of three, including myself.

"Regional security officer"
for a region the size of Texas,

and I have two deputies.

Still got Americans

scattered across this
godforsaken country.

This will be a miracle,
we get 'em all out.

All right. So how can we help your team?

Get Crowley to make the
evacuation order mandatory.

No one's gonna take it
seriously till he does.

All right.
So he's not gonna make the evac

- till the bitter end?
- Shutting down the embassy

is a failure of diplomatic mission.

And in this case, it'll be his failure.

Weigh that against a little
thing like lives.

PROTESTERS (CHANTING): Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

(CHANTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE)

We've got protesters
gathering outside the embassy.

We're setting up an observation
post to keep an eye on 'em.

MANDY: Copy. Keep me posted.

Go home! Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home!

DOYLE: Here's Crowley.

Welcome, Lieutenant.

Uh, I'm sure Mr. Doyle...

Master Chief.

Excuse me?

I'm in E- .

Uh, you're not an officer?

Sorry to disappoint.

Uh, as I was saying, uh,

Mr. Doyle here can find work for you.

The regional security officer is,
after all,

responsible for our security matters.

Right, Mr. Ambassador,
but you are the man in charge here.

That makes you responsible
for everything.

Don't I know it?

Shall we?

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home! Go home!

MAN: If this was Beirut,
we would have been out

two days ago.

Why we get danger pay.

We can't just pack up and leave
every time there's a protest.

We leave, we send a message that

democracy's failed.

I'm not ready to pull
down the flag just yet.

Well, you wait long enough,

they'll come here and
pull it down for you.

Dan, how many times
have we seen this stuff

bubble up and die back down?

Why don't you just restrict self-driving

till things die back down again,
like you mentioned?

Well, Lieutenant, uh...

Sorry. Chief.

Uh, here in Juba, we don't like to send

a message that it's dangerous
to move freely in the streets.

So, your security protocol is,
pretend everything's okay?

Our security protocol,

at the moment, is to bring in a team

of special operators to ensure
that things remain okay.

Well, just so we're clear,
we have five sh**t,

including myself, and we're really good,

but we can't stop a civil w*r.

I know we're supposed to admire a man

for admitting his limitations,

but I'd always rather see
someone transcend them.

Thank you, Chief.
Now, uh, as I was saying...

Appreciate the effort.

Well, you can't shame a guy
who's got no shame.

(PHONE CHIMES)...legitimate
concern is that we not be seen

as overreacting.

Panic's never a tool, so...

Some teachers stuck
at the American School.

Need some help?

- Won't say no.
- Let's go.

I'm sorry. Uh,

where exactly are you gentlemen going?

We have some business
at the American School.

- I didn't authorize that.
- But you're okay with us

saving three American teachers?

Yeah, I thought so.

What?

Nice shirt.

What's wrong with this shirt?

Did I say it was a costume party?

I happen to love this shirt.

This is my good-luck shirt.

Good luck with what?

My mom got it for me
when we went to Montana

to bury my papaw,
so now don't you feel like a jerk?

Your "papaw"?

Do not talk about Papaw.

No. No, indeed.

(SIGHS) You know anything
about Stella's friends?

Not really.

Figure they're probably
all grad students, too.

I'd stand to reason.

This is a mistake.

Probably.

(BRIAN LAUGHS)

Go home, go home, go home!

Go home, go home, go home!

Go home, go home!

Go home, go home!

(CHANTING CONTINUES FAINTLY)

Stefan Bol.

You mind if I ask you some questions?

- Oh, you're a reporter?
- What gave it away?

Can't do it. Nothing personal.

I'm also, uh,
willing to go off the clock a while.

Just big guy lying low

while the brothers outside
blow off some steam.

Those your brothers, huh?

Yours, too.

You know there's people out
there that will slit our throats

just because of the color
of our passports, right?

Never bothers you?
Show up in a place like this,

alongside all them big white boys...

- Watch your mouth.
- Anybody else looks like you

is on the other side of your g*ns.

Time for you to go.

Trust me, I am not the one.

(CHANTING CONTINUES FAINTLY)

And those big white boys
you're talking about?

They're my brothers, too.

Only colors that matter are the,
um, red, white and blue?

Kumbaya.

Hey.

Did we rig it?

The election.

"We"? Um, I honestly don't know.

People outside seem to think so.

Yeah, well, someone here
was gonna end up accusing us

no matter what we did.

Just because they didn't like
the way the vote turned out,

looking for someone to blame.

We're two minutes out
from the American School.

Any resistance?

Not so far.

Anything I need to know?

MANDY: Hearing anti-government
propaganda on the radio.

Seems the rebels have
taken over the station.

No change in the evac status?

Crowley still won't give the order.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What's the rules of engagement?

We don't speak unless spoken to.

Guy wants to raise up, k*ll him.

I didn't get to say hello.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Okay. Set a perimeter.

(FAINT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

- Don't sh**t, don't sh**t!
- We're U.S. m*llitary, ma'am.

We got everybody out,

- but we were trapped inside.
- Okay.

We got you.

We're gonna get you out of here.
Let's go.

We'll take it from here,
make sure they get to the airport.

Right. You want us on your six?

No, so far,
the airport road is still clear.

Crowley's got a job he wants you on.

He wants you to evac two
American aid workers.

He figured he'd send the pipe
hitters to bring 'em home.

Might be the first good
decision he's made.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(COUGHS) All right, yeah.

The, uh, the American sn*pers?

- Wow.
- STELLA: Hey.

Hi, Brian.

Clay, this is Evan.

Evan, stop it.

- Everybody behave, please.
- No, you worry too much. No, no.

My new friends and I,
we don't start fights at parties.

We're evolved.
Isn't that right, friends?

Ah, this is your show, man. You tell us.

These are my guests.

If you can't behave
like a human being...

All right, they're your guests,
but if they weren't,

they could always just
knock down the door

and take whatever they want.
What they're trained for.

Actually, most of our training

is just about balancing beach
balls on our noses, so...

Is this, uh, really what you want?

After everything I've heard you
say about American militarism,

this regressive, cartoon masculinity?

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention
that I'm really against

American militarism and regressive,
cartoon masculinity.

Me, too.

Oh, good. b*llet dodged.

We're approaching the checkpoint.

MANDY: Copy.

Be advised, rebels have been
taking over checkpoints,

but even the officers
in the National Army

tend to switch side
when the weather changes.

Copy that. Thanks for the warning.

I thought the army was on our side.

JASON: Heads on a swivel, boys.

Don't know how friendly
these guys are gonna be.

SONNY: That DShK right there
is gonna rip this thing to shreds.

- I'll frag it.
- All right, guys.

Let's just try and look friendly.

I'm always friendly.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Inspection. Everyone out.

I'm sorry.
That's not gonna happen, boss.

Inspection!

Sorry, we can't do that.

Are you insane, sir?

Do you want to die here?

Can you lean in?
I want to show you something.

Come on, I know I can't do anything.

That machine gunner there is
gonna turn me into pink mist.

Come on, take a look in.
I want to show you something.

Look down.

That's a full mag from an MP
pointed straight at your waist.

Now,
I know as soon as the sh**ting starts,

that DShK is gonna tear us to pieces.

But what I want you to know,

whatever else happens, you'll die.

Maybe you'll last a couple
hours with your balls blown off

and your guts hanging
out of your stomach.

Personally,
I'd rather be vaporized by the DShk.

Nobody wins.

So,
what do you say we give peace a chance?

Stand back, boys.

Lower your weapons.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

John Lennon, yes?

Erik Wilkenson.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Here to take you and your
wife out of the country.

Take us out? Where?

Out of the country.

I see. No.

I'm sorry?

This country is our home.

This is my wife, Samiyya.

She designed the irrigation
system we're installing.

Your-your father sent them?

No, the American embassy sent us.

Acting on the orders
of my father-in-law.

Selfish of him, but he's a selfish man.

Your father gives orders
to the State Department?

And they follow them.

ERIK: I'm truly sorry.

You wasted your time coming here.

Crowley should've told you.

- Told us what?
- No reason to come here,

- that we wouldn't leave.
- You talked to him?

Just a few hours ago.

- He talked to...
- So...

you told Crowley that you
weren't gonna be evacuated

and Crowley ends up sending
us out here anyways. Are you kid...?

All right, that's a
whole nother problem, but right now,

now you can make a choice.

- You should come with us.
- No, we're not leaving.

Ma'am, it is not safe here.

Do you quit your job any
time it gets dangerous?

People here are used to
Western aid workers taking off

when things get ugly.
We're trying to change that.

Yeah, I respect that commitment,
I really do,

but it's open season on Americans.

You do understand that, right?
I mean, you must have seen

the...
the photo of the American aid worker

who was m*rder*d a few days ago?

- Hannah.
- Yeah, Hannah.

She was a dear friend.

We've lost a lot of friends
over the years.

- Excuse me.
- I'm sure you have

as well.

Yeah.

- (CLEARS THROAT) Listen, boss...
- Yeah?

Tell you what, I got a...
a bag full of zip ties

and two shoulders.

You want them to come with us,
they're coming.

How you doing, little buddy?

Here.
Take that to your buddy over there.

Sharing's caring. Boop.

(SHORT CHUCKLE)

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

MAN (OVER P.A.):
Opposition forces are now

taking over government agencies.
Immediately destroy

all classified documents. Repeat...

immediately destroy all
classified documents.

What do you mean, he already knows?

Okay, look, what I mean is that
the guy we came here to get

talked to the acting ambassador
Crowley today, right?

He told him that he wasn't gonna leave.

(SCOFFS) Son of a...

Yeah. All right, also,
did he send us here to kidnap him?

Because I'm telling you right
now that's not gonna happen,

all right?
These people, they know the risks.

They're willing to take it,
and they're not going anywhere.

They say they don't want to go,
we can't take them. Problem is,

now you're a couple
hours deeper in the bush

and it's a couple hours
closer to nightfall.

Protests are turning violent nationwide.

Well, don't worry about us.

We're heading back to you now.

Okay, drive fast.

Things are only getting worse.

Yeah,
I'm holding for the assistant secretary.

Uh... uh, yes, I'll-I'll keep holding.

I... I can't really, uh... yes? What?

Order the evac.

Excuse me?

You have the authority.
Acting ambassador reports...

You don't need to tell me my authority,
thank you.

You're gambling with people's lives.

I'm entrusted with advancing

the national interests
of the United States

and I don't believe it's
within that interest

to send a message that we cut and run

- at the first sign of trouble.
- Is it in the national interest

to send the only Tier One asset

currently in this
country to rescue a guy

you knew didn't want to be rescued?

Guy who happens to be the son
of a major campaign donor?

I think it's in your best interest

to be able to tell Erik's daddy

that you sent the best men you had.

That way,
whichever way it works out for Erik,

you get to look like you
did everything you could.

"The ambassador is
responsible for the safety

"of every American
citizen inside the borders

of his or her host country."

We have men outside the wire
and if anything happens to them

because you decided
to risk their lives...

They joined up to risk their lives!

They certainly did.

And if you don't order the evac now,

I swear to God,
I will find a way to burn you.

Uh, yes, sir.

(LAUGHS): Thank you,
Mr. Assistant Secretary.

Sir, I...

I need to inform you...

the situation here has become untenable.

I'm ordering a complete evacuation
of the mission here in Juba.

SONNY: This doesn't look good.

JASON: Yeah,
these definitely aren't the guys

who waved us through earlier today.

Ah, these guys don't look political.

They look more like bandits.

We don't know who they are yet.

But it looks like they
sh*t those guards.

Anyone goes for the DShK,
sh**t 'em in the face.

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Call your sh*ts. He's mine.

Left near. Right far.

Step out now!

- The DShK.
- On me.

Go.

Anybody hit?

- We're good. We're good.
- Okay.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(BOTTLES BREAKING)

Ray, militias are setting up roadblocks.

Gonna need your help
to get us out of here.

All right, give me a sec

and I'll get Davis to
call for the drone.

(SHOUTING)

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

CROWLEY: Yes, we are evacuating post.

As of , the embassy is
shutting down normal operations.

Oh, oh... yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Call MacDill Air Force Base,
Marine Corps Central Command,

and request that they
send a rescue convoy.

No, I-I was told the vehicles
are already en route.

They'll be here in one hour,

but you need to make
the official request

so that the ground
commander doesn't get dinged

for violating his chain of command.

(INHALES SHARPLY) Yeah, okay.

Call MacDill on your sat phone.

Ask to be rescued.

Then give your people the
"attaboy" for the quick work

that they're doing destroying
all this classified material.

Thank you.

Dismissed.

RAY: The evacuation convoy is gonna
reach the embassy in minutes.

JASON: Copy. Thanks, Ray.

Okay, after this turn,
you're gonna stay straight

meters till you hit the roundabout.

JASON: Okay, we're making the turn now.

(MEN SHOUTING)

meters.

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

RAY: All right, Jace, we're online

with the tracking device
and the drone feed.

We're gonna guide you
back to the embassy.

JASON: I don't know, Ray.
This is looking hairy.

You're okay. Just stay online.

Just more meters.

Go home! Go home!

Looking good. All right, meters.

(SHOUTING)

We got to get out of here, boss.

Left up there, left up there.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

RAY: It's too much smoke.
I'm losing visual.

Bandit, this is TOC,
can you get another angle on that?

PILOT: We're trying.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back, back, back, back, back.

Back up. Go.

Good, go. (OBJECTS STRIKING VEHICLE)

JASON: Where are we going, Ray?

Talk to me, Ray. Where am I going?

(BOTTLE SHATTERS)

I'm working on it.
They're gonna get sealed in.

Bandit, this is TOC, we need you to find
a hole in that smoke now.

Tell her to take her time.

Whenever you feel like it, Ray.

Oh, my God.

(SHOUTING)

RAY: Bravo ,

you've got an armed
militia dead ahead of you.

Back out of there.

Whoa, whoa. Okay.

All back, all back, all back.

Come on!

Go, go, go, go, go.

Okay, I got it.

RAY: You're gonna take the second... no,

make that third exit off the roundabout.

Left, left, left, left,
left, left, left, left.

Easy, easy.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

RAY: Oh, you are clear left.

Repeat, your left is clear.

(LAUGHS)

(EXHALES)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Dude, we got to go now.

They're calling us in.
We got ...

We have minutes. Sorry to...

Thank you so much,
it was a really great party.

Why didn't you get me up before?

BRIAN: Eat it, man.

- I should have left you here.
- Sorry we can't stay

to clean up.

No, you're not. (CHUCKLES)

Somebody got lucky last night, huh?

What'd I tell you? Shirt never fails.

(LAUGHS)

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Get me the drone comms.

Now get to the convoy.

Are you coming with me?

Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I'm done

helping our boys navigate back here.

Okay, I'll leave when you leave.

This isn't Virginia Beach,

- and I'm not asking.
- Ray, I just want you to...

Lisa... get to the convoy.

I'll be right behind you.

(HELICOPTER PASSES OVERHEAD)

On time is five minutes late.

I can prove that's not true.

Won't happen again, Master Chief.

Next few days, you're gonna be all HALO.

We'll be making multiple jumps
at , feet and upwards,

free-falling in formation,

pulling at , .

Day, night, you name it.

We will culminate the training
with night wall locker jumps,

and a follow-on mission.

Clear?

Clear.

RAY: We're loading the convoy
at the embassy right now.

We got to get you on the road

that's just ahead to your right.

Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

Negative. Visibility down that
direction is close to zero.

Damn it. Wait one. Drone control,

can you do anything about these optics?

PILOT: Negative, TOC.

Been through all my filters.

- Bravo ?
- Yeah, I heard.

All right,
we're not gonna be able to get back

to the embassy before
you hit the convoy.

Tell you what,
we'll rendezvous at the airfield.

Jace.

- Not open for discussion, Ray.
- You understand

that means you're gonna have
to drive through the city center blind.

One vehicle, no overwatch.

Yeah, I understand that.

, out.

Go.

(SHOUTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GLASS SHATTERS, MAN GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)

Right over there.

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

Bravo , come in.

(STATIC)

Ray.

Bravo , sitrep.

(STATIC)

We've got to move out, ma'am.

(CROWD CONTINUES SHOUTING)

(QUIETLY): Oh, come on, Ray.
Come on, come on.

(SHOUTING)

DAVIS: Ray!

- The hell are you still doing here?
- Oh, you're-you're asking me?

The reporter got hit by a rock.

Spotted him on the way down.

- Tried radioing you.
- Yeah, the comms are a mess.

Oh, we're here?

Yeah, we are.

Well, you need to know that
when I'm sh**ting at the range,

- the targets don't sh**t back.
- Well, the alternative's

you carry this heavy son of a bitch.

- I know you're strong...
- I got it, I got it.

R.O.E. essentially says
that we can't smoke a guy

unless he makes it him or us.

You just got to tell yourself...

it's not gonna be us.

It's not gonna be us.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(BOTH SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

RAY: Crowley left us.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Go home! Go home! Go home!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

- What do you mean, he left you?
- DAVIS: Crowley.

Moved out the convoy while
Ray and I were still inside.

You got to be kidding.

Make sure he knows I sent you outside.

Your crazy ass decided to come back in.

All right, we're coming for you.

Back to the embassy.

(SHOUTING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

This reporter's not gonna
make it much longer.

Neither are we. It's one thing

to wave the MP to scare away
a few looters here and there.

Sooner or later,

this crowd's gonna breach the perimeter.

(SHOUTING)

JASON: Davis, we're going to
secure an observation post

across from the embassy. Stand by.

I really can't smoke this idiot
with the Molotov?

Tell you what.

If it looks like he's about to
throw it at someone, shwack him.

What if I thought he was gonna throw it?

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

He left the flag. He left the flag.

Crowley?

He also left two of our people.

I think I got a way to get you guys out.

We could use one.

Okay, first, I need you to tell Ray

how to get to the control panel

that operates the front gate.

Then I got a job for you.

RAY: I'm at the front gate control.

JASON: All right. Davis is on the roof.

(SHOUTING)

Want me to press it?

No, no, not yet.

(SHOUTING)

(CHEERING)

Press it.

They'll rush the front entrance.

Meet you in the rear.

(SHOUTING, WHOOPING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GRUNTS) It worked.

Back gate clear.

(SHOUTING) (GLASS SHATTERING)

(DISTANT CHANTING)

RAY: Oh, great.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

SONNY: Go, go, go!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Good to see you, Davis.

Good to be seen.

SONNY: Well, look who we got here.

Hey, Crowley, how you doing, buddy?

Can I get yourself a beer?

(GRUNTING)

You weasel!

Got something for you.

Yeah? What's that?

You must have left it
behind by accident.

First stick, you're the first to jump!

Get on the truck!

Hey.

I like her.

Stella.

Yeah, me, too.

Try not to screw it up, okay?

I'm working on it.

Second stick going up!

You're boarding the green truck!
Second to jump!

Hey, hold up, boys.

You all right?

I guess you really were the one, man.

All right, Team , let's go!

PILOT: DZSO, this is Bandit .

Copy winds two to four out of the north.

Second team jumpers away,
looking for six canopies.

Bandit , this is DZSO.

Copy, jumpers away,
looking for six canopies.

Bandit , five canopies,
looking for a sixth.

Negative contact.

PILOT: Copy, DZSO.

We have contact with the sixth jumper.

He's at , feet.

Looks like a partial.
We'll keep eyes on.

FINN: Copy, Bandit. We see him now.

Medics, stand by!

CLAY: What's going on?

Looks like a line over.

Jumper in distress falling
through , feet.

Copy, Bandit . Hoping to
see a cut-away real quick.

We have cut-away.
Looking for reserve deployment.

Still looking for reserve deployment.

DZSO, this is Bandit .

Jumper has impact ground

about meters northeast
of the drop zone.

Bandit , this is DZSO.

Remaining jumpers touching
down in the drop zone.

Identity of the casualty still unknown.

Jumper appeared to
impact ground at speed.

Never saw a reserve deployment.

We will maintain our
orbit to guide you in.

FINN: Bandit , good copy on all.

En route.