01x02 - Other Lives

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Previously on SEAL Team...

JASON: It doesn't
matter what Nate wanted.

I made the call.

RAY: Where's that blood coming from?

JULIE: The fact that you refuse

to talk about Nate's death is telling me

that's exactly what we
should be talking about.

RAY: Nate's death isn't on you.

I understand that since the
operation in December last year,

you and your wife have separated.

RAY: You know he's
sleeping on our fold-out.

ALANA: I miss seeing you guys.

It sucks that's the way it works.

And if any of us thought
there was even a chance

you two weren't gonna get past this,

we'd all be taking it pretty hard.

Hey, Daddy.

Be great if you could
come by one evening.

Well, I don't live there anymore,

so it really doesn't matter, right?

- (SILENCED g*nshots)
- Clear.

I told you to stay
out of the tunnel, no?

Until you graduate Green Team,

you're a member of Chalk ,
Alpha Platoon, SEAL Team .

Damn right.

JASON: The kid's not Tier One,

not yet.

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You're saying that Molly doesn't
want any of this stuff? She just...

wants to get rid of her whole...

just everything here?

That's what she says.

She keeps telling me to sell it all.

Since Nate's death, Molly just
wants a fresh start with her family.

Yeah, but there's a lot of stuff here.

I mean, I could tell her to kiss my ass,

find someone else to sell the place.

Let's have dinner tonight.

Hmm? Tex-Mex. (CHUCKLES)

It's not a good idea.

It's a great idea.

- Remember what happened last time?
- Yeah, I do.

Jason, it's too confusing.

"Too confusing." What, for the kids?

For everyone.

Look, that was never our problem.

Problem was I was never here.

That was the problem, right?

No, our problem is

you're not here even when you are here.

Just checked out all the time.

Look, if we're taking a break,
then we're taking a break

from all of it.

(MURMURS)

(LAUGHTER)

NATE: So, I hired a gardener.

JASON: Nate Massey is hiring
another guy to mow his lawn.

- Say it's not so, please.
- Last deployment,

Molly forgot to put the eggshell
in the soil like I told her.

We had the worst fight
that we have ever had, okay?

So I just figured, you know what?

Gardener is cheaper than a divorce.

JASON: So, Nate,

Alana and I, we've been talking and
we're gonna live apart for a while.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Yeah, yeah.

You know what, it is what it is, right?

Should move in here.

Move in here with me,

spend a little quality
time with your godson.

Godson I could deal with,

but walking around your
eggshells, no, thank you.

And, besides, do you think
Ray would really want me

to live anywhere else but his place?

("OFF THE GROUND" BY THE
RECORD COMPANY PLAYING)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

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♪ I gotta get myself off
the side of the road ♪

♪ I gotta get myself up
off the side of the road ♪

♪ Things are lookin' clear
as they've ever been ♪

♪ Don't know how it'll end,
but I know where to begin ♪

♪ Gotta get myself off
the side of the road ♪

♪ I gotta quit lyin' to myself ♪

♪ And let the truth be told ♪

♪ I got to quit lyin' to myself ♪

♪ And let the truth be told ♪

♪ Again I woke up
b*rned out by the sun ♪

♪ Tired of layin' still
so I'm movin' along ♪

♪ Quit lyin' to myself
and let the truth be told ♪

♪ Hey, hey, yes ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Hey, hey, I've gotta pick
myself up off the ground, yeah ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ I've gotta pick myself
up off the ground, yeah... ♪

(GRUNTING)

Got some wheels on you, Spenser.

Good finish, Brian.

All right, come on,
let's go. Finish it up.

Got a big day in front of us.

♪ I've gotta pick myself
up off the ground. ♪

DOCTOR: Mm-hmm. Good movement.

Ah, good heart sounds.

I'm telling you, baby,
he's got my dad's height.

You know, he's got my dad's height.

Remember, I told you my great
uncle, he backed up Willis Reed

when he was with the Knicks?

It might've been my great, great uncle.

- I think it might ring a bell.
- The fluid volume is normal.

Fetal position is head down.

Okay, Naima, looking real
good for four weeks out.

What did we say? Was it the
th or something like that?

Yeah, th.

Well, baby gets a vote, too.

Sometimes they just do
not want to stay in there.

But as far as him going out of town?

Yeah, what's your duty schedule like?

Unpredictable.

What command did you say you're with?

Logistical support, was it?

(PHONE BEEPS)

- Bye.
- We got a big one.

MANDY: You're looking at satellite
imagery of an abandoned hospital

outside al-Hool in northeastern Syria.

Wait a second, I'm sorry, but
there's a lot of tire tracks there

- for abandoned, I'm saying.
- We believe the Syrian Army

is using it as a bioweapons factory.

RAY: Wait a minute.
Weren't they only supposed

to be using mobile labs now?

I'm sure you all remember
Dr. Lucien from our chem-bio desk.

Oh, no, Dr. Death.

Hi again, everybody.

Our recent success IDing
and destroying mobile labs

has convinced the Syrian regime
to go back to using static sites.

And they're choosing hospitals

because they think
we'll be afraid to b*mb.

DoD won't authorize a strike
without definitive proof

that the site's being used for
chemical weapons production.

Okay, what does the DoD
consider "definitive proof"?

- Physical evidence.
- Samples?

Gets better.

So, a satellite passes
every seven hours,

traverses the area for
seconds, takes six photos.

Three passes ago, took these.

- Those black shapes are...
- Dead cattle.

JASON: Well, they definitely
had a leak, didn't they?

MANDY: Heavy fighting in
the area last few days.

We believe an errant
shell hit the stockpile.

klicks; that's close.

ERIC: Yeah, we'll be monitoring the
Syrian troop movements best we can.

Get you in and out in a hurry.

How big is the guard force?

LUCIEN: Uh, so far, we make
it a single six-man unit.

You're telling me they got
a chemical weapons factory

and there's only six guys guarding it?

Yeah, enough that they were
missed by the photo analyst.

Not for the cows, we might
never have found the place.

Best guess what they were making?

Based on the regime's
history, sarin or VX.

One of those is the bad ones, right?

Uh, sarin is pretty nasty stuff.

Bucket full of it, k*ll every
man, woman on the planet.

But you're probably thinking about VX.

It's widely regarded as the deadliest
substance man's ever created.

So, we're gonna actually
have to handle this stuff?

Right, and who says you
never take us anywhere nice?

Look, we can't even get a drone up.

I'm just gonna assume
we can't chopper in.

Russians are threatening
to sh**t down anything

that crosses into Syrian airspace.

We jump in. HAHO.

Oh, yeah. HAHO.

We bail out in Iraqi airspace,

then fly to the target under canopy.

That's right. The
problem is getting out.

- How far to the border?
- kilometers.

What's the nearest Quick Reaction Force?

Special Forces ODA working
with Peshmerga at the border.

Great, it's easy. Have them standing by.

Once we secure the target, they
come and they pick us up. Boom.

Hey, we've been seeing Russian troops

on the border areas, yeah?

DoD will never authorize
any ground movement

- with the possibility of Russian contact.
- DoD has no balls.

- MANDY: We could get you local vehicles.
- DAVIS: How many?

I wouldn't count on
more than two or three.

(WHISPERING): Two or three.

It could work. We
keep our numbers small.

- How many straps?
- Well, it's Syria, so there's no BSO,

there's no indig partners. We need
two EODs for the decontamination.

You don't need a translator
'cause you got Ray and Trent.

Okay, so, two EODs, that's all we need.

- MANDY: Yeah. And him.
- What?

It-it-it's not my idea, I assure you.

Another contribution from the
good-idea fairies at CENTCOM.

MANDY: We have no idea if that
factory is still actively contaminated.

- What, the Syrians didn't clean it first?
- LUCIEN: As far as we can tell,

they just pulled their "scientists" out

and, uh, locked the place down

till they can pacify the area.

ADAM: All right, listen up, Green Team.

Time for the first top five

and bottom five of this
year's Selection and Training.

Today you get to judge each other.

One side of your paper lists
in order the top five candidates

of this Selection and Training class.

On the other side lists the bottom five.

We'll tally the results.

We'll post the bottom five
on the wall in the team room.

Bottom man in the bottom five
will be immediately dropped

from this Selection and Training class.

Questions?

Yeah. How come you
don't post the top five?

At the Tier One level,

top five candidates,

just means you met the expectation.

Anything else is unsat.

So-so guys in the top five,

they don't even know
if they made the grade?

End of this Selection and Training,

if you're still here to get
drafted into a Tier One squadron,

then you know you made the grade.

Is that clear, Mr. Spenser?

Yeah.

Got a little soft there
in your old age, huh, Mary?

- Meaning?
- Meaning the Spenser kid still has his teeth.

Back in the day,

you would've knocked 'em all the
way in the back of his throat.

Yeah, kid's barely
halfway into Selection,

already got the chance to
operate in an honest-to-God

- real-world mission with Jason Hayes...
- That's right.

- ... the Bravo Team big dogs.
- Damn straight. Cheers to that.

He got to personally smoke Abu Samir.

- Mm-hmm.
- Make anyone cocky.

Kid ain't cocky because
of what he's done,

he's cocky because his
daddy's Ash Spenser.

You read the book?

You?

No.

Is nobody gonna ask if I read the book?

Okay. Okay.

- All right.
- (PHONES CHIMING)

- All right, look, hey.
- Showtime.

I'll tell you what, Ray.
years in the Teams,

biggest regret is never being
able to see my babies born.

What I recall from my first time

is that you didn't miss much.

You're mostly there
to hold the ice chips.

Right. Holding ice chips, right? Look,

all I'm saying is maybe you
want to sit this one out.

I do not.

We already talked to
the doctor this morning.

Said we're on track for
the end of the month.

And if it happens,

Naima can get her mom
to hold the ice chips.

JASON: You gotta hold the ice chips.

RAY: Nah, I will, I'll make it.

I'm good to go, coach. Put me in.

Hey.

SONNY: Since we're the only
tandem, we will go first.

When this ramp opens up, we're
gonna shuffle forward like this.

Okay? Almost to the edge.

Then I will tap your shoulder twice.

Tap, tap. All right? Lean forward,

and gravity's gonna take it from there,

- okay?
- Okay.

Doc, stay with me.

- What's that?
- Oxygen.

- I thought this was the oxygen.
- No, this is for pre-breathe.

It's gonna give you a
base before you jump.

Okay, look, we are jumping

almost two miles higher than
the top of Mount Everest.

Right, you don't pre-breathe,
you run the risk of passing out,

which means you lose body
position, start to spin,

and that chute right there
is gonna wrap around us

tighter than a cigarette roll.

Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me.

Relax. Silver lining.

If that were to happen to us,

you and I are both gonna be
unconscious when we burn in.

Okay? That's a good thing.

Let's do this.

(QUIETLY): Sure.

(WHISTLES) Let's go. Get up.

Break down the pallet.

(JUMP ALARM SOUNDING)

(INDISTINCT MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(HYDRAULIC LIFT WHIRRING)

You okay, Doc?

Yeah, great.

You're gonna be fine.

(MUSIC PLAYING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know you don't have to
carry these guys anymore, right?

What's that mean?

It means this isn't white-side anymore.

All that "rah-rah," "team first" crap.

Dude, this level, Tier One,

these guys are looking for all-stars.

You saying I shouldn't have stopped

to help Big Country up the wall?

You know, these guys already
know that we're SEALs,

we've seen combat, been through BUD/S...

we can act as part of a boat crew.

Well, they're looking for
guys who don't need that crew.

I don't know, man.

What I've seen here...

no one's crazy about guys flying solo.

Look, I-I'm just trying to
give you my advice, all right...

you don't have to take it.

Well, we'll see tomorrow

who's in the bottom five or not.

Okay.

WOMAN: Hey.

CLAY: Holy Mother, look at that.

Hey, man, come on.
Give a brother a chance.

Like I said, bro, you got to keep up.

I'm Clay.

Stella.

- Stella?
- Mm-hmm.

(QUIETLY,  LA BRANDO):
"Stella! Hey, Stella... "

Wow, no one's ever said that before.

Come on, that doesn't make it not fun.

Do you even know what it's from?

Yeah.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Okay, bet me.

I lose, I buy.

What year do you think this is?

Come on.

Even in , a guy's got to be able

to buy a drink without it
being considered a hate crime.

I bet you can't tell me one more line.

- And I bet you I can.
- Hmm.

But you know what?

- I'm not going to.
- Exactly.

You know, Oprah did this episode once.

The whole show it was about prejudgment.

I'm pretty sure she was against it.

I have students who might characterize

your hate-crime joke
itself as a microaggression.

So, what, you're a teacher?

A grad student.

Hudson... Hudson State. (CLEARS THROAT)

And speaking of which,
I have to lead a section

first thing tomorrow morning, so...

I'll get it.

No, no. You really think I'm
gonna let you pay for my drink?

(CHUCKLES)

Why not? Feminism?

Yeah, something like that.

I thought the whole point of feminism

was the women were supposed to
be able to do whatever they want.

Yes, and,

you know, as much as I
would like to stay here

and debate that definition,

because I really never,

ever get tired of listening to

good-looking, -something
middle-class white guys

opining on the finer points of
intersectional gender theory,

I have to teach in the
morning, just like I said.

When can I see you again?

You know my name, and you
know where I'm in school.

If you are what I think you are,

you shouldn't have too
much trouble finding me.

You think I'm Dog the Bounty Hunter?

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, wait, wait, wait. I thought...

I thought you weren't
gonna let me buy your drink.

Did I say that?

Yeah, I haven't bought my
own drinks since I was .

I consider it reparations.

Not even carrying my wallet.

Relying on the "kindness of strangers"?

(CHUCKLES)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

Hey, I think making
these things breathable

defeats the purpose. You okay?

If I'm a little nervous about

walking into a building
full of spilled nerve agent,

I guess I'm in the wrong
line of work, right?

You're gonna be okay.

JASON: TOC, this is Bravo .

We've reached our target.
We're about to engage.

(OVER RADIO): Got two
guards outside the hospital.

Good copy, Bravo .

Any word on our Syrian friends?

Negative.

Still engaged with
the FSA klicks out.

Copy that.

All right?

Up right.

Up left.

JASON: Three, two, one.

(PANTING)

(DEVICE TRILLS)

(BEEPS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(g*nf*re, MAN GRUNTS)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(g*nf*re, MAN GRUNTS)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

JASON: I got this, Ray.

JASON: This place took a hit.

Clear.

JASON: All right, Doc, you're on.

Dang.

Looks like the shelling tore up
the stockpile more than we thought.

I got to swab the apparatus
now to get our samples.

- What's that do to the timeline?
- Nothing good.

Let's go, Doc. You
got to move. Let's go.

Yeah.

You want to tell me what in
the actual hell that was about?

What the hell was what about, huh?

TOC, this is Bravo .

We've secured the lab.

- Strap's gonna start collecting samples.
- Roger, Bravo .

We'll get those indig vehicles
in place for your exfil.

Bravo , be advised, the last
satellite pass appears to show a change

in the status of the
engagement to your east.

FSA force is withdrawing at
speed, Syrian Army not pursuing.

Guys, if they turn and move on you,

you'll have maybe
minutes to get out of there

- before you're boxed in.
- Copy that, TOC.

We'll be long gone by then.

SONNY: This is Bravo .

Boss, we need you up on second deck.

Copy.

(PEOPLE COUGHING)

Fadlak...

Saeidna...

Fadlak.

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Hey, kid, look, look at this.

Hold on to that, okay?

Keep that safe, understand?

All right?

You're gonna be okay.

All right? Be strong.

All right, look, as far as I can tell,

the kid is saying that the regime
took their village from I.S.

They rounded them up to work here.

All right? Took the m*llitary-age
guys to join the fight,

- including his dad.
- Yeah, well, her husband, too.

I mean, she was pretty vague on it.

Didn't seem like something
I should press on.

How's he doing?

Man, his whole respiratory
system's compromised.

Plus, if the paralysis of
his throat muscles continues,

he's gonna drown in his own spit.

- How much atropine you give him?
- Two Syrettes.

- Okay, great. Make it three.
- You sure?

Might want to hang onto that
in case you get exposed.

Make it three.

- Got a head count?
- total.

- Seven kids.
- They all exposed?

Got to assume so.

- All right. Can we save them?
- Some.

I mean, maybe. But we got
to get them fully deconned

and to a trauma center, and even then...

You have any idea what
agent we're dealing with?

I don't know for sure
till Doc gets it in a lab,

- but my guess is VX.
- How long is it gonna take to decon?

Figure ten minutes each,
little less for the kids,

- because they got less surface area.
- Okay, look.

Get at it, okay? The
sun rises in five hours,

and when that happens, I
want to be somewhere else.

Roger that.

You know we invented VX, right?

- Sorry, what?
- Yeah.

Well, actually, to be
fair, the Brits did first.

But they did it by mistake,

and as soon as they
realized how toxic it was,

they stopped making it.

A few years later, the U.S.
Army goes into mass production.

We're the good guys, right?

You know what? We are
the good guys, Ray,

because we're not
actually using this stuff.

We got two indig cars, Jason.

How we gonna get these
people out of here?

That's my next call.

ERIC: Yes, sir, .

Yeah, o-our guys are
using local vehicles,

they don't have enough space.

Yes, well, we'd like to
request some additional transpo

from a Special Forces
ODA at the border, sir.

Yes, sir, I realize that.

Yes, sir, I understand,
but i-if you would just...

Excuse me, sir.

They predict they'll be
done with decon by .

That doesn't give our guys much time

to get back across the
border before sunrise.

One thing to be in that
place when it's dark,

when the bad guys can't see 'em.

They said that they're gonna make it.

Are we gonna get permission
to pull those people out

once we decon them?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Okay, sorry, sir, I was
receiving a field report.

DoD would prefer no
U.S. boots on the ground

in that whole section of the country.

CENTCOM colonel I spoke to
sounded like it was news to him

our guys went in. You?

Well, I was looking for
units already in the country

that had enough vehicles to
help carry the people out.

Well, right. It's easier
to get brass to sign off

on getting Americans
out of Syria. Smart.

Exactly, but nothing so far.

JASON: Sonny.

- Let's go. Take a break.
- I'm fine.

Look, I got an estimated
company of Syrian Army regulars

about klicks away.

That sun comes up, I'm gonna
need you frosty, all right?

We're gonna be here till sun comes up?

(EXHALES)

We're, uh,

waiting on a ride for those
people downstairs, huh?

I'd put the sh**t
we have here with us

against any other sh**t
in the world, Jason.

But that don't mean we
can hold off an army.

Look, you do know what happens

if we leave those
people downstairs, right?

I know whatever happens has
been decided a long time ago.

- Not their fault they were born.
- It's not ours, either.

You know you got to be real careful

deciding what's best
for somebody else's life.

Now, say we do pull them out.

Hand them off to Civil
Affairs, and then what?

Ain't nobody repatriating
them in a w*r zone.

If they're lucky, they end up in Europe.

Let's assume that the borders
aren't shut down by then.

And if not,

they will spend the rest of
their lives in a refugee camp.

Right. You gonna say that to
those kids' faces downstairs?

I ain't gonna look at their faces.

You know, we got a lot
of wolves in this world.

A sheepdog's got his hands full
trying to keep his own flock safe.

Got no vigilance left for anyone else.

Not a whole lot of honor in that.

(GRUNTS)

It is what it is.

Bravo , this is TOC.
Bump to channel three.

- (RADIO CRACKLES)
- Hey, look, I just got the call.

Ray's baby's coming early.

Wait a second, what's wrong?

The fetal heartbeat's a
lot slower than they'd like.

They're gonna have to do
an emergency C-section.

Naima's getting prepped
for surgery as we speak.

How is she?

Not great at the moment.

It's a tough thing to
have to face on your own.

Look, she's never alone.

You know what I mean.

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

You gonna tell Ray?

Haven't decided yet.

Okay, look, Blackburn
didn't want me to tell you.

Wanted me to wait till you got back.

But you said that I should
always give you the data,

then you'd decide what to tell our guys.

No, you did the right thing.

Who did the right thing?

Sitrep?

Just finishing up

deconning the civilians.

EODs are gonna move to the
lab, start setting charges.

You ready to tell me
what happened downstairs?

When?

Team leader is never first
through the door, brother.

You're trying to make sure
I get back home in one piece

for those ice chips, huh?

ERIC: Bravo , this is TOC.

Something like that.

Go for Bravo .

Listen, we made our case.

I told the captain I believed
we should authorize you

to evac the civilians. I was overruled.

Bravo , your mission objectives

remain unchanged: collect the samples,

destroy any stockpiles
and infrastructure

and exfil all allied
personnel. Is that clear?

So we're just gonna leave
these people here to die?

Not leaving them any worse
off than if we hadn't shown up.

I know it sucks,

but I have been on the net for hours,

and nobody's gonna authorize

more American m*llitary
across that border.

Look, you're trying to tell
me that the Green Berets

get a TIC call, that the DoD's
not gonna let them respond?

I guess to answer that for certain,

we'd have to have troops
in contact with the enemy.

Do we have troops in contact?

Not yet.

(PEOPLE COUGHING)

(LABORED BREATHING)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

Shh.

(GRUNTS)

JASON: So, we completed our mission.

As your ground commander,

the only lawful order
I can give right now

is for us to make exfil.

But I'm not gonna give that order.

I'm also not gonna
give the order to stay.

So anybody who wants to leave

can get in those cars downstairs

and they can drive
straight for the border.

I'm sure it'll be a
nice Sunday drive by now.

The rest of us are gonna
stronghold this position

against a very large
enemy coming our way.

I expect,

once we're engaged, the Green Berets

at Sinjar will respond to our TIC.

Otherwise, if they don't,

pretty sure we'll be overrun.

You don't think we became frogmen

because we didn't secretly
all want to be Batman?

Come on now.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you guys wouldn't miss me
in the fight, let's be honest.

But I also know you
wouldn't send me alone,

so instead of having eight men here

to hold off the descending
hordes of bad guys,

you'd be down to, what? Six? Maybe five?

So, while I don't know

if having to go through the rest
of my life haunted by your faces...

not to mention those
poor souls behind us...

is a fate literally worse than death,

I also don't want to
find out, so I'm staying.

Okay, so let's do this.
Two sh**t on the roof.

Three down below.
Let's get everybody away

from the windows inside, all right?

Hey, Hale Storm, talk to me.

How long is it gonna take
you to, uh, wire up that lab?

minutes maybe. Then
I'll have to decon.

Okay, well, let's get on it. Move.

You didn't really expect anybody to
take you up on that offer, did you?

Oh, I was / on the doc
to be quite honest with you.

(LAUGHS)

MANDY: Bravo , this
is TOC. Bad news, guys.

You have massed enemy on the
move towards your position.

Estimate they could be
less than minutes out.

How many "massed enemy"
are we talking about?

Too many.

I just love that feeling when
you're about to be sh*t at.

Anywhere else you'd like to be?

Hell no.

- (LAUGHS)
- JASON: Uh-huh.

HALE: Bravo , this is EOD.

Lab equipment is all detted up.

If you want to double-check
Dr. Death has got everything he needs

'cause once I blow this,

we'll need to avoid this
whole side of the building.

Copy, EOD. Wait, .

Hey, Dr. Death. Luci.

You got everything you need?

To prove the regime
was making nerve agent?

- Yeah.
- Absolutely.

I collected enough residue
to poison half the country.

This was some leak.

I'm amazed they're not all dead,

considering what they must've
taken into their bodies.

I guess they got lucky.

Let me ask you a question. Do
you think that the lab techs,

they'd clean their equipment, right?

Yeah, I guess so. Wouldn't
say I think about it much.

Yeah, especially in a lab

making the deadliest stuff known to man.

Created by. Yeah, so?

EOD, this is Bravo. Hold on that demo.

HALE: Roger, . Waiting on you.

RAY: What are you thinking?

TOC, this is Bravo , we have a problem.

Our chem guy is saying that
the samples he's collected

are not gonna test
positive for a banned agent.

He's thinking they're possibly
diluted. Please advise.

- ERIC: Stand by, Bravo .
- Yes, sir. Bravo standing by.

They need evidence this
place was making poison,

- and if we can't bring them the samples...
- Then they're our evidence.

Oh, that's good stuff, Jason Hayes.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I am only relaying the information.

Not at all, sir. I know we're
all under a lot of pressure.

(CHUCKLES)

That's for sure.

This better work.

Yup.

MANDY: As I was saying,
our analyst on the ground

is certain some of the
people were exposed,

but he's not confident he can
identify which without testing.

In a la... in a lab situation, yes.

That's right.

So, leaving any of them
behind would obviously risk...

That's right.

Lieutenant Commander Blackburn.

Sir.

Yes, sir.

"Diluted"?

I'm pretty sure you can
detect a single drop of VX

in an Olympic swimming pool.

Yup.

Yes, sir. of them

should be more than
enough evidence, sir.

And, of course, the human obligation.

Couldn't agree more.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

How many vehicles is he sending?

That's beautiful.
Tell him I owe him one.

Okay, listen up, everybody.
The Green Berets are inbound,

which means we got
to get everybody there

out and ready to travel.

The enemy is two kilometers
out, which means, hey,

multiple vehicles, we got
to move now. Now, now, now.

_

_

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go. Move,
move, move, move, move.

Move, move, move. Let's go!

Let's go. Move, move. Move.

Come on. Move, move.

Bravo , we have Syrian troops
on the edge of town and advancing.

Let's go. Move, move. Come on, move.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Go, go!

Let's go, move out, move out!

I got you, I got you,
I got you. Hold on.

Go, go, go! Go!

Blow it! Blow it!

Fire in the hole!

(GRUNTS)

Hey.

Congrats, Ray.

(LAUGHS)

Eight pounds, ten ounces.

Gonna play him on the O-line.

Slow heart rate thing?

Oh, that's... cord got wrapped
around the neck. Happens.

No worse for wear.

How's Naima?

She's tired, man.

Says she feels like someone cut her open

and sewed her back together.

You could have told me, you know.

Yeah, I know.

I, um...

understand why you didn't.

I know that, too.

(HELICOPTER WHIRS IN DISTANCE)

Hey, Clay.

ADAM: Could be worse, Spenser.

At least you're still here.

Oh.

Hey.

Hi.

How's it going?

Well, I think I might have, uh,
underestimated the size of this job.

(GRUNTS)

I'm thinking about telling
Molly I'm doubling my commission.

How much are you charging her now?

Zero.

How was work?

Hmm?

- How was work?
- Good.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Everyone back safe?

Yeah.

Mikey. Hey, come here.

- Give me a hand, will you?
- Sure, Dad.

Hand me that tape, will you?

Okay.

Fold that, the bottom one, the sides.

Let's close this bad boy up, huh?

Hold that tape right there.

One more, okay?

Take two.

Okay.

(MAKES expl*si*n SOUND)