05x11 - v*olence of Action

[bunniefuu]

Previously on SEAL Team...

Command closed the Nigeria
inquiry. I'm clear, babe.

CLAY: This isn't how I wanted parenthood

- to start for us.
- HANNAH: Do you even think

you're in love with me?

What are you saying right now?

I think Leanne and I should move on.

- MANDY: What's wrong?
- JASON: I just got

a lot on my plate right now.

Maybe we shouldn't book
this room for a while.

- Yeah.
- EMMA: Breaks my heart

seeing you retreat back into your

miserable three-foot world.
Don't worry about reaching out.

ASH: Jason's gonna do what he wants
to do, regardless of your input.

- Be careful.
- ERIC: You've been called here today

for an Omega operation in South America.

No backstop, no footprint.

You will be on your own.

SMITH: Bravo Team, welcome
to Colombia. Your operations

will be over the border.

- Venezuela.
- Dr. Francisco Guillen

is developing a nuclear weapons program.

A k*ll of Guillen will strike
a fatal blow to it.

What if there's more to the
nuclear program than Guillen?

Capture may be the better option.

Not worth the risk.

You and I aren't the only ones

seeing that capture's
the smarter play here.

My vote is to not start
Bravo Civil w*r on day one.

SONNY: Just because you didn't
get your way with the op plan

doesn't mean you need to micromanage me.

What would happen to us
if Bravo wasn't here

- to save us all.
- JASON: Who are these guys?

DAVIS: FRS just identified
them as Iranian nationals.

If they're here,
the Venezuelan program is real.

Hey, your head is not right,
and it hasn't been for months.

That's your f*ckin' play?
Stick me with TBI,

so you have a clear path
to being Bravo ?

You being compromised
is dangerous for everyone.

You want to know what's
f*ckin' dangerous? Huh?

You threatening the team leader.

So you better think long and hard,

'cause next time's not gonna
be a f*ckin' warning.

- (WEAPONS f*ring ON TV)
- (BELCHES)

RAY (SNIFFING):
Oh, that is some kind of rotten.

BROCK: Smells like the ghost
of Full Metal's skivvies.

DAVIS: Welcome back.

We just spent three days
in a stakeout van.

Why do we smell fresher
than the funk in here?

I know you're not coming
at me with that.

(SCOFFS) Guys.

You know we're on an Omega op here,

which means we're on our own.

You make a mess, you got to clean it up.

- You can't let it just fester.
- Mess or not,

place is still f*ckin' rodent-infested.

RAY: Sonny, isn't that

that burger joint that you
like next to the bar?

How many times you been?

Not enough times to get
a Shakira action figure.

I think that all the sodium
has Sonny forgetting

that we're supposed to be
invisible down here.

CLAY: Same bar every night.

Those two-for-one Cuervo
sh*ts are gonna bring us

- some unwanted attention.
- Look, if you wanted to stay safe,

maybe you should have
stayed home, Cinderella.

SONNY: Like Jason told you,

but you didn't want to listen.

Jason. What happened when I was gone?

The place is trashed. Sonny's hungover,

sniping at Clay, who seems miserable.

Low-man's issues don't concern me.

You barely looked at him
in two weeks, man.

You refused to do recon with him. Why?

Just because he questioned your
call on k*lling the scientist?

Look, you got anything off your
surveillance we can move on?

Hmm? Anything at all?

(JASON CLEARS THROAT)

- Yeah, the pattern-of-life held. We're good to go.
- Good.

- Davis.
- Yo.

Ray's got intel. Team room in .

Oh, yes. f*ckin' finally.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Hey.

With our recon shifts, I haven't
had a chance to talk to you.

Thought I warned you about
what you were gonna say next,

didn't I?

What I said that night, uh...

I'm not gunning for you.

I'm trying to help you.

Right, so you think my head's
so busted I forgot about that?

With us... with us rolling out,
I just, I want to clear the air

so there are no issues downrange.

Okay, so you sh*t on me,

then you think it's
on both of us to light a match?

Tell you what, you want things
to be good with us downrange,

stay the f*ck out of my way.

♪ ♪

Ephraim Zaid and Arman Soroush,

the Iranian defense experts we
believe were aiding Dr. Guillen

in establishing the Venezuelan
nuclear weapons program.

Guillen is the brains
behind the program.

Now his brains are
all over the dashboard.

With the mastermind X'd out,

we'll just sweep up the leftovers.

Well, the fact that
the Iranians stuck around

after Guillen's death means
there are probably still embers

- of the program we need to smother.
- Sounds like there's more

to the story than Guillen.

When we get our hands
on those computers,

- they'll tell the story.
- DAVIS: Well, lucky for us

these two are creatures of habit.

every evening,
Zaid leaves his hotel

for a -minute jog.

Soroush hits the hotel bar
at the same time.

Well, that gives us a window
to Watergate their rooms.

Should take ten minutes
to clone their hard drives.

My recon shift, Soroush guzzles a drink

and went back up to his room.

He was outside for barely two minutes.

That happens again, we're screwed.

We'll have a contingency plan in place.

No. Heist like this
has got to be clockwork.

I mean, any friction between
the gears, it falls apart.

Everybody stays in their lane,
there won't be any friction.

Yo.

Hey, am I missing something
with you and Jace?

- Ask him.
- I'm asking you.

We got an op to run.

Is this gonna blow over
or is it gonna blow up?

(SIGHS)

He's not right.

- He hasn't been for months.
- About what?

What are you talking about, man?

Jason's forgetting things.

Saw it inside the wire first,
but now it's crawled outside.

Could be TBI.

You know, you can get a bird pulled,

you start tossing
stuff like that around.

That's why I wasn't gonna say
anything down here, but...

after the, uh, after the Guillen op,

it just...

- it just kind of came out.
- Hold on,

you dropped that on him here?
What the hell were you thinking?

(EXHALES) I didn't want to do it
this way, but Bravo's not safe

if he's compromised.

(CHUCKLES): We are trying to stop
the next Cuban m*ssile Crisis here,

and-and-and you would jeopardize
that mission for what, to...

for your burning need to find
some chink in Jason's armor

to show him up?

Seriously?

You really think that
I'd leave my child in the NICU

- to come down here for some power grab?
- I don't know

what your angle is,
but this ain't the place for it.

I mean, Jason's fine.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Jason brought that building
down on us in Mali, Ray.

Bullshit.

Command knows it was an RPG.

(SIGHS)

On target, Jason and I...

marked an expl*sives cache,
and then he forgot.

He told the partner force

to put a wall charge
right on that hazard.

He put us all in the hospital, Ray.

Do not tell me that you threw
that allegation at him here.

No, I didn't.
But it's not an allegation.

- It's a fact.
- According to you.

I didn't want to believe it
at first, either.

Not another word.

All right? To anyone.

Of all the risks we face down here,

the biggest thr*at to Bravo
is your mouth.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Burns is heading out for his jog.

Smithers is still at the bar.

Security at his usual spot.

Copy all. Heading upstairs.

SONNY: Smithers is about
to get out of here real quick.

Downright disrespectful
to that -year-old

lantern fuel.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES): Oh. Uh, pardon me.

- My apologies.
- Oh, I'm always in a rush

when it's the one time of day
I can slow down.

You're right. What's the hurry?

What are you drinking?

Surprise me.

JASON: , this is ,
Kn*fe has Smithers at the bar.

Rip those laptops ASAP.

(QUIET BEEPING)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(CLACKS)

Well, the truth is that
I'm hoping my work down here

dazzles my bosses back in the panhandle,

gets me out of trouble.

Oil is a dirty business.

Dirty's never bothered me.

Burns is back. Looks like he's injured.

How copy?

Good copy. Upload in progress.

Yeah, copy.

Got two minutes left on my upload.

Just got another security guard
that we didn't clock.

They're heading to the elevators.

RAY: Smithers' upload complete.

Moving to the hall.

One hard drive's enough.
Get out of the room, .

Just need another minute.

Get out of the room now, .

CLAY: He'll be slow getting up here.

GUARD: Easy.

JASON: , get out of the room now.

GUARD: Let me get some ice.

RAY: , you are clear.

JASON: , do you copy?

(ICE CUBES CLATTERING)

Jackpot.

Tell you what, Keyser Söze himself

couldn't have masterminded
a slicker heist.

Except the DoD's gonna be
able to buy one less jet

after they see Sonny's bar tab.

Sober enough to keep myself
from warning the Iranian

that you'll break him in two.

You saved us. Ignore him.

Yo. You just quarterbacked
a ninja op, man.

- What's got you so down?
- Spenser went against me out there.

Well, he made a judgment call.
And it worked out, I might add.

His ego's gonna cost us one day.

Look, Jace, don't let what's
going on between the two of you

start making you spin out, brother.

It's not. It's your problem now.

Keep him away from me.

JASON: Davis.

- Yo.
- What's the payday from the hotel?

Um, still filtering through
it all, but the Iranians

were definitely working
hand in hand with Guillen.

They provided schematics

for known Iranian nuclear installations,

serious financial backing.

(GROANS)

Not what you were hoping for

after hovering around me since dawn?

You know, look,
I understand taking out Guillen

was cutting off the head of the snake.

But you know what? We need ops.

Copy.

And I know where to find you guys.

Yup.

About three inches from me at all times.

STELLA (OVER COMPUTER): Hi, baby.

Look at that.

Where's that creeper van parked now?

If you say playground,
I'm gonna... I'm gonna worry.

(CHUCKLES)

The coffee shop.

Mm, hopping between
random public Wi-Fi's

helps hide our footprint.

But it's definitely getting old.

How are you? How's he?

We're both good.

Here, you wanna see?

Here.

He looks bigger.

Yeah, he's just under three pounds.

Any more scares with that apnea monitor?

His breathing's been good.

What about the heart thing
they were checking for?

Nothing to worry about.

I feel like there's something
you're afraid to tell me.

No.

No, everything's fine.

How-How's, um, how's the team?

Is everyone safe?

Not because of anything that I've done.

(CHUCKLES): I thought
being Bravo's guardian angel

was the whole point
of you going down there.

"Guardian angel"
is close to being cast out.

What do you mean?

Can I see him again?

Of course, baby. Here.

Say hi to Daddy.

(QUIETLY): Hi.

JASON: Oh.

- Who's the target?
- (GROANS)

Clawed up from the corners of hell

where pumpkin spice and Priuses spawn.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Devourer of all hopes and dreams.

- His name is Todd.
- Todd the Wet Sprocket.

- (SONNY CHUCKLES)
- Mm-hmm.

So, uh...

you didn't go with Clay and Ray
in the phone-home van?

- No.
- Nah, me either.

You probably heard already

about my deal back home going south?

Literally.

You know, sh*t happens, right?

Yeah.

I just thought with...

the way Hannah clacked off
with our whole situation,

you know, it was like getting
hit with a Mosul speed bump.

Oh.

Thought we had it good.

This job will set you straight
every time, you know that.

- I guess so.
- Can't keep looking back.

You're gonna end up with a kinked neck.

You just stay in your three-foot world.

Got a lot of work coming up.

We crank the op tempo,

Omega's gonna be
the perfect way to work.

Damn straight. Do things our way.

That's right.

No Command,

no distractions.

That's about as good as it gets.

NAIMA: Why didn't you tell me

Hannah and Leanne moved back to Texas?

I called her the other day
to see if she needed a hand.

Well, hey, I-I didn't find
out until after I got here.

How's Sonny dealing with it?

In typical Sonny fashion.

Is Jason keeping him in line?

He's too busy shadowboxing
with Clay to do that.

I am doing everything I can

to keep them
from actually throwing punches.

Sounds like Bravo is back
in his comfort zone.

What does that mean?

Just with Jason turning
to Clay more often,

and, you know, thinking someone
on the team betrayed you,

had you feeling like
you weren't helping Bravo.

And now here you are,

back as team den mother.

Well, yeah, yeah, I guess you're right.

With, uh, such a full plate,

I'm guessing you haven't
given much thought

- to our side project?
- No, babe.

I... I know vets like Sam need help.

I'm just...

I'm not sure I'm the one to do it.

Given how much Bravo needs you,

maybe you don't have the help to give.

Brock, just follow the system.

It truly is not that hard.

CLAY: Hey, we poached

our Wi-Fi from that café that you like.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- (TOMAHAWK THUMPS IN DISTANCE)

Yeah.

(QUIETLY): Oh, my God.

You know, it's bad enough
that Sonny won't help,

but his choice of anger management

is like nails on a chalkboard.

- (TOMAHAWK THUMPS)
- (DAVIS GROANS)

CLAY: What, uh, are you and
Clark Gable doing over here?

(DAVIS CHUCKLES)

Brock is helping me input the data

from the Iranians' computers.

We're skimming emails,
looking for anything relevant

to the Venezuelan nuclear program.

You want an extra set of eyes?

(TOMAHAWK THUMPS)

Yeah. Great.

Um...

uh, anything probative
goes in the red folder.

Anything questionable goes in yellow.

Green is...

- Uh, Brock, where did the probative folder go?
- (TOMAHAWK THUMPS)

I didn't touch it.

You did. It says that
your user name moved it.

(SIGHS): Sorry.

I guess I could have used
a coffee, too, Clay.

(TOMAHAWK THUMPS)

- (TOMAHAWK THUMPS)
- Oh...

JASON (QUIETLY): Ace, two, three,

four, five, six.

Ace, seven, three, king, jack, six.

Ace, seven,

three, king.

(SIGHS)

f*ck.

Jack, king, ace, seven, three.

King, jack...

Hey.

- Did you find something?
- Yeah. Look at this.

Um, email the Iranians
received two days ago

saying members of a Colectivo
in Zulia are sick.

Colectivo?

Yeah. Armed biker gangs
the state deputizes

as enforcers in certain
areas of Venezuela.

Yeah, the email says
three members got sick,

lost their hair, blisters on their skin,

and then d*ed after helping
with "the project".

This could be radiation sickness.

Yeah, but, I mean, those
symptoms could be from anything.

Then why were the Iranians
being notified?

This Colectivo was hired help.

They could have been
transporting something

that was radioactive,
or protecting it, or...

Intel says the Venezuelans'
nuke program is in its infancy.

Lot of steps before
radioactive material's involved.

Unless the intel's wrong.

What if this program wasn't
just in Dr. Guillen's head.

What if it's already
being brought to life?

RAY: Yo.

Gonna go grab food.
I found an empanada place

- that'll make you weep. You in?
- I'm good.

Come on, man, you've been
hunkered down here all week.

It's work, Ray. It's not a vacation.

Well, you want to grab the van,
call Emma and Mikey?

I'm sure they'll be happy
to hear your voice.

My kids don't want to talk to me,
especially Emma right now.

Well, what happened? I thought
you guys were tighter than ever.

Don't worry about it, okay?

What about calling Mandy?
You want to call her?

Me and Mandy are done. It's over, okay?

What's with all these questions?

You know what's up.

I'm just making sure you're good.

Spenser get to you?

No. But it's obvious
he's not the only one

- you're putting walls up against.
- I'm just focused on the work,

- Ray, that's it.
- Oh, not too long ago it seemed like you were

on the brink of something
beyond the work. What happened?

You know what, you want
a project, talk to her.

DAVIS: Hey. I got some intel
you need to hear about.

SONNY (MUTTERS): Ooh, search...

(GRUNTS)

Ooh. Take that. You like that?

- (WEAPONS f*ring ON TV)
- Do you like that?

(MUMBLES MOCKINGLY) You like that.

- (WEAPONS CONTINUE f*ring)
- (SONNY EXCLAIMS)

That's that one that you and I
lost way too much sleep to

on our first, uh,
first deployment in JBAD.

- Huh.
- Hey, is my, uh, is my character still saved?

- Let's bust him out.
- Yeah, right.

(CHUCKLES): Your guy d*ed of neglect.

Chewed his own arm off
while you were obsessed

with that weird chick from D.C.

(SONNY CHUCKLES)

Look, man, I know that
you're all torn up about Leanne,

but...

a deployment's normally
your happy place.

- At least the ones on dry land.
- It's the only happy place I got left.

Okay? That's why it sucks that you...

you've gone ahead
and ruined it this time.

Well, how did I do that?

You were questioning Jason's calls,

running around playing Bravo .

You have pissed him off.

It's got nothing to do with you.

When you piss the team leader off,

it ruins the vibe for everyone.

You, Spenser,

have ruined the vibe for everyone.

Well, I didn't realize that
Bravo had that much power.

He gave you an opportunity
to ride shotgun,

and you went ahead and
damn grabbed the wheel.

You'd rather have us drive off a cliff?

BROCK: Hey, guys.

We got action on the line.

(GROANS)

RAY: So far, we've operated down here

strictly from the shadows... ghosts.

So it's only appropriate our
target tonight is a cemetery.

I told you, I was telling you guys

- about the zombie apocalypse.
- JASON: Oh, not far off.

Mission objective is retrieving a body.

Village of Archero in rural Zulia,

home to the Monte Sacro Colectivo,

a g*ng of approximately men

who serve as the regime's
muscle in the area.

We believe three of them recently d*ed

from radiation exposure.

SONNY: How in the hell
did they get Chernobyl'd

- in the jungle?
- CLAY: I'm guessing

that's what the body will help answer.

DAVIS: Yeah, it'll be sent
to a lab stateside,

and the tissue analysis
should help us determine

the nature of the radioactive exposure.

Giving us a read on what
glowing green death

the Venezuelans may have
gotten their hands on.

Biometrics on the deceased will
also provide me I.D. I can use

to track their movements
over the past few weeks,

see where and when they
may have come in contact

- with the material.
- CLAY: But first, we rob a grave.

Mm-hmm. And the cemetery is
in the center of the village,

and our mandate...

to execute with zero
footprint still stands.

We're outnumbered
by three dozen vatos locos,

and we can't fire one single sh*t?

Things go sideways,
our cover could get blown.

The Colectivo have plenty
of enemies in the area...

cartel, gangs... so if it
comes down to engaging,

you could be any of those rival forces.

So break out the black masks.

Bad guy Bravo,

best kind of Bravo.

Passing ourselves off as locals
doesn't even the numbers.

I mean, we still need to take
every measure to avoid contact.

Okay, sure, but flying blind
into a hornets' nest?

I will not hesitate to protect us.

Okay, so let's take ten minutes,

then get into the op plan, all right?

Yo.

You're not crazy.

I'm seeing things in Jason
that's got me worried, too.

Especially on the brink of this op.

Do you think he takes a caution
flag any better coming from you?

It's clear to me he already
knows he has a problem.

He-he doesn't know that
he put Bravo in the hospital.

I mean, I can't imagine he'd
be kitting up if he knew that.

Agreed.

But if I lay that on him and he folds,

where does that leave Bravo
and this mission?

Not to mention Jason's career

once Command asks how it all imploded.

I don't know.

Fact that I didn't notice anything,

it means he's good
% of the time, right?

Yeah, but that one percent's
enough to get us all k*lled.

Almost did.

So that's what you and I
are gonna protect against.

All right? We keep an eye on him

at all times.

Any chance to put up
guardrails, we do it.

Minimize operational hazards.

We... we swim-buddy
Bravo at every point.

We keep it covert between you and me.

You know if he catches on,
this is gonna be

an even greater betrayal
coming from you.

Yeah, it's a risk.

But doing nothing's a bigger risk, so...

you in or not?

It's the only reason I'm down here.

All right.

I have to say, I'm used
to planting dead scumbags,

but harvesting them?

How's this, uh, Operation
Igor plan gonna work?

These Langley lab geeks
really need a whole corpse?

Certain radioisotopes gather
in different tissues,

so the whole body is ideal.

Also, you'll need to get biometrics

from all three deceased
if you can, but...

retrieve the one who appears
to have the worst symptoms.

Omega work is not
for the faint of heart.

DAVIS: When you approach the cemetery,

you need to keep a watch
on your Geiger counters.

Over a hundred clicks per minute

means the bodies could be contaminated

with radioactive particles...

you'll need to take extra precautions.

- We wearing hazmat suits for this?
- Not unless the Geigers go off.

Okay? The suits are
just gonna slow us down.

The body bag will be lined with
lead to contain the radiation.

JASON: Cemetery's here, all right?

Foot patrol in. Two fire teams
sweep straight through,

find the graves, bag the body and we go.

That's it.

I mean, Jace, with the lack of intel

we have on the village, I mean,

we might want to slow
things down, right?

Uh, get a backpack drone in the air,

clear through the target
with set phase lines, yeah?

That's gonna slow us down.
We got to move fast, okay?

v*olence of action
if we hit any resistance.

I'm all for speed, but, I
mean, that dead weight

we're gonna be lugging
is gonna slow us down.

Taking a b*at to know
what's around each corner

is not gonna hurt... I mean,
the enemy is not sophisticated,

but they are merciless.

Fine. Davis, stay with the
vehicle, watch the drone feed.

You two, you enter from here.
Brock, Sonny, you're with me.

We enter from there. Got it?

You sure you don't want a sn*per
on each team just in case?

- I mean, I could swap with Brock,
- (FRUSTRATED SIGH)

- hop on your team.
- Okay, fine. Just do it.

Jock up in . Let's move.

Any issues come up, channel four
will be our private line, yeah?

Roger that.

Kn*fe, this is Team .

Hit phase line Green.
Launching the drone now.

(WHIRRING)

Copy.

I have eyes.

♪ ♪

JASON: Lot of government plates.

SONNY: Might be what
transports the hired hands

to wherever they got sick.

We rip the GPS to get their location.

RAY: Smart. But let's stay on task.

Do it on the way out.

SONNY: Look at that.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

JASON: They're not gonna
bury the bodies.

They're gonna burn them.

SONNY: Live like biker pirates,
go out like Vikings.

I wonder if they're
accepting applications.

If it's a funeral, we need to act

before the crowd starts gathering.

JASON: I'll take the guy
on the left. On me.

(SILENCED g*nshots)

JASON: Team , this is Team .

Consolidate on me.

JASON: How's the counter?

SONNY: Barely chirping.

(GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING)

Winner winner chicken dinner.

No need for shovels.

Brock, set security.

- Clay, get biometrics.
- After the body's bagged,

meet up at the primary rally point.

- Sonny, on me.
- Wait, what are...

Jace? Jace?

Just lost our swim buddy.

(CHATTER IN SPANISH)

It shouldn't take long to pull the GPS.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

The hell would Jason go?

Saw something on the way in.

RAY: , this is .

What's your status?

, this is .

Radio check. Over.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(CLICKING OVER RADIO)

Double-clicked you.

Still doesn't mean he's not in trouble.

Kn*fe, this is .

Can you shift drone position?

RAY: Take it meters north.

Copy. Shifting drone meters north.

, this is .

What the hell are you looking for?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

RAY: Good copy, .

Just checking to see
if there was any movement

toward our exfil route.

Let's move.

- (MAN SHOUTS)
- (g*nshots)

SONNY: Aw, Jesus.

Sorry, I didn't even see them, Jason.

, this is . I got two enemy down hard.

More enemy in the area.
We're holding here.

RAY: Copy, .

We'll redirect to your position.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

Told you we'd hit these
trucks on the way out.

JASON: I didn't think
we'd have enough time.

I got the GPS data. Let's move to exfil.

DAVIS: , be advised,
there are at least locals

moving through the village,

all headed toward the bonfire.

Son of a bitch.

- (CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TWO g*nshots IN DISTANCE)

Looks like they're all getting together

to say goodbye to their brothers.

How long till they find those
two guys we dropped by the fire?

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Think they just did.

Funeral's about to become
a hunting party.

(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(TWO g*nshots)

Kn*fe, this is . I need an
exfil route through the swarm.

Copy, . I'm searching.
These guys are pouring out

from every building in town.

Hold what you got.

If we're gonna be
scrambling out of here,

the body's gonna weigh us
down. We gotta leave it.

The body is the mission.
We're not leaving it.

SONNY: We're fixin'
to be about a half ton

of frog meat on that fire.

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTS IN DISTANCE)
- Kn*fe, this is .

Need that exfil route.

Copy. I found a clear path
if you can move quick.

Head west for meters,
you'll hit a wall. Climb it,

cross the yard, you'll be out.

Copy that. Moving.

Let's go.

How we climbing a wall with that?

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

That piece big enough?

Put it in your bag,
all right? Let's move.

(CHATTER IN SPANISH)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

♪ ♪

(g*nsh*t IN DISTANCE)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

Mm.

SONNY (BELCHES): We are
gonna run out of hot water

with everyone taking Silkwood showers.

Yeah, well, I had to scrub my mind clear

after watching you hack that leg off.

(CHUCKLES): Yeah.

Yeah, it's such a... a damn shame

that we had to send it away.

Tell you what... (GIGGLES)

it would have made
one hell of a souvenir

for the team room.

(LAUGHS)

SONNY: Oh...

I think I'm gonna take the van
and try and call home.

Middle of the night, but...

maybe be good for you to see Leanne.

I'm sure Hannah would understand.

Yeah, if you want to see
my stomach turn,

just have me talk to that woman.

And seeing my kid through
some shitty little screen,

well...

that does nothing for me.

Whew.

DAVIS: Hey.

Comment you made

about warning the Iranian
that I'd break him in two...

kind of a cheap sh*t.

History can be cruel.

Okay, well, just lay off
a little, all right?

I'm under a lot of pressure down here.

Kind of sh*t myself in the foot
with Command

over this Fellowship thing, so...

I'm trying to redeem myself.

Good luck with that.

Sonny. Hey.

I'm-I'm sorry about Leanne and Hannah.

You should be.

Excuse me?

You're part of the reason
that Hannah left.

Making her feel like there
was still something between us

that night at the Bulkhead.

That...

I didn't do anything.

Oh, you didn't do anything?

- No, I didn't do anything.
- Okay.

You keep telling yourself
that, Ms. Davis.

No, Sonny, I know you well enough

to know that's not why it happened.

And if you're flailing around
looking for somebody to blame,

why don't you check
the f*cking mirror for once.

STELLA (SIGHS): Hey.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Um, I'm sorry it's so late.

It's fine, it's fine.

I thought you only get
to call once a week.

That's supposed to be the rule, but...

nothing's how it's supposed
to be down here.

What's wrong?

I-I just...

I sense that there was something that...

you were holding back earlier.

Like, scared to tell me, maybe.

But, like, the way...

things have been down here, I just...

... I don't want another
secret hanging over me.

I need to know, please.

There was something.

(CRYING): I got to hold him.

- You got...
- His lungs are finally strong enough

to come off the oxygen, so they
let... they let me hold him.

It was just for an hour,
but it was... it was...

- Amazing.
- Yeah.

And I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you.

I just didn't want you to feel
like you were missing out.

I am missing out.

Because of my own choice.

(SNIFFLES)

Tell me more.

(CRYING): He held my finger.

I mean, he just grabbed on
with his little tiny hand,

and he would not let go.

He's just so strong.

Just like his daddy.

I should have been there.

Oof. Tell you what.

Sunlight'll be a welcome
change after that op.

Got pretty bleak out there, huh?

Wasn't worried, Ray. Obviously you were.

That stunt you pulled with the drone?

You're supposed to have my back, but...

not, uh...

be over my shoulder watching me.

(SCOFFS) You ran off

with Sonny in a village
full of K*llers, Jace.

And you didn't answer my call on comms.

I double-clicked the radio twice.

Usually, that works.

So why didn't it this time?

After that talk, man, I...

just wanted to make sure
I hadn't thrown you off.

You don't have to worry about me.

I've been doing it
for over a decade now.

I'm too old to find a new hobby.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Davis, you get anything
off the GPS units?

Yeah. It shows the trucks
made repeated stops

into an industrial area
in northeast Maracaibo,

but every time they enter
this -mile radius,

the tracking cuts out.

Almost like some kind
of deliberate interference.

I'm not sure. The Agency
techs might be able

to extract data from the
units that I can't access.

Hopefully come back
with a more specific location.

Location? What do you mean? For what?

Well, I mean, we won't know
until the lab studies the body.

But... you saw those men.

Whatever did that to them,

it wasn't equations and aspirations.

Right.

You think this, uh, nuclear program

- is already up and running?
- I think there's more at stake

down here than any of us imagined.

(EXHALES)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Oh.

Where you sneaking in from?

Had to check in with Stella.

- Clay...
- I know the rules.

I also know we're making
them up as we go.

(EXHALES) Yes, we are.

- How do you think it went out there?
- Oh...

I know he did not like that
drone over his shoulder,

tell you that.

Yeah, but I'm pretty sure
I talked him down.

We've got to be slicker
about it next time.

This how we're gonna operate
the rest of the trip?

(SIGHS)

Doesn't feel good going behind his back,

but I don't see we have any
other option for protecting it.

RAY: It just sucks being
in this position, man.

I mean, he was pissed.