01x14 - Call Out

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Previously on "SEAL Team"...

Team Echo was on their
second mission of the night.

ERIC: They breached the structure.

Seconds later, there was an expl*si*n.

So you're telling me that all...

six members of Echo Team are dead.

Command has asked that your
date of deployment be moved up.

You leave in hours.

Your other family has
got too tight a hold.

I can't share you anymore.

I don't think I should be your wife.

Tariq Jamala.

MANDY: Well,
if our guys did get led into a trap,

Tariq's the one who led them there,

The last phone call he made,

to Azim Raisani, .

Tariq fell in love with this kid Azim.

Deke said the neighborhood's
pretty hostile, boss.

We go in, we go out,

we get the kid, and we're gone.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Any of you guys getting the willies?

Yeah, too much history here.

TRENT: How many times do you
think we've been to J-Bad?

Too many times.

TOC, this is Bravo proceeding
north on Mazari Road.

Copy, Bravo ,
I've got you on Mazari Road.

Your target is approximately
meters on your left.

Copy that.

Boss,
I do not like the looks of these guys.

CLAY: You know, first thing

they told me on my first deployment...

You get into a hostile neighborhood,

you schwack the guy on the phone.

Yeah,
what about when they all got phones?

SONNY (OVER COMM): Schwack 'em all.

(CLAY CHUCKLES)

RAY: Yeah, that'll win you
some hearts and minds, Sonny.

JASON: Right there.

TOC, you see us?

Copy, Bravo .

You are clear for entry.

Copy that. Let's go.

(TIRES SCREECH)

JASON: Move, move, move, move, move!

I got my eyes on you, little buddy.

Last time a team went to one of Tariq's
properties, whole place blew up.

That's why we're doing this right.

(DIALING)

Last man.

(CERBERUS BARKING)

(SNARLS)

(PANTING)

(BARKING)

(BROCK SHOUTS COMMAND)

(BARKING)

(SHOUTS)

Hey, hey.

Get out! Get out!

Get on the floor.

Azim, Azim, Azim!

TOC, this is Bravo .

We've got Azim.

DAVIS: Copy, Bravo .

Be advised, unknown vehicle

approaching your target location.

(AZIM WHIMPERING)

Davis, get rid of the Scooby vans now.

Copy. Moving vans to standby location.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Okay, we got 'em.

SONNY: Little buddy's on the move.

Ain't that a surprise.

(PANTING)

Brock, what is it?

The wind's coming from the
direction of the vehicle.

- Saying the vehicle's an IED?
- I'm saying it's got expl*sives

- in it.
- Residue?

It could be,
but it'd have to be a lot of residue.

I don't like these guys, boss.

DAVIS: Bravo ,
I'm seeing several men...

make that many men...
Converging on your position.

Where?

From everywhere.

First week in-country...

Let's not make it our last.

TOC, this is requesting immediate CAS.

Danger close.

Bravo , be advised,
we have limited air support.

Nearest helo is still refueling, J-Bad.

ETA your position, ten minutes.

Incoming!

- JASON: Everybody okay?!
- ALL: Yeah!

Yeah, we're all good!

(g*nf*re)

Figure they don't know he's up
here or they don't give a damn!

Yeah, I'm starting to think
they want him dead, too!

(SHOUTING)

TOC, this is Bravo .
How close are we to CAS?

Bravo , this is TOC.

Close Air Support is still delayed,

but I've got an exfil helo that says

he can make it to an LZ
approximately two klicks

southwest of your position in mikes.

Roger. What's the LZ?

It's an open field just
off the Kabul Highway.

I'm gonna send a GPS
grid to the drivers.

Copy that! We'll meet you there!

Vans, move to the west alley.
Prepare for a hot exfil.

Time to get out of Dodge, Jace!

CLAY: Hey, hey! Three guys!
Three guys up close!

They're in front! Close! Close up!

On it! Give me a frag!

(g*nf*re)

Frag out!

Frag out!

Smoke!

Prep for exfil!

(g*nf*re)

(BOOM)

(BOOM)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, get up! Get up!

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Go, go, go, go, go! Right, let's go!

(g*nf*re)

Van's gonna be here in seconds.

Smoke ready.

(BOOMING, HISSING)

Exfil, exfil, exfil.

Last man.

Last man!

Last man!

Go! Go!

Hup, hup.

Go, go, go! Go, go, go!

TOC, exfil'ing now. Heading to LZ.

- MANDY: You made it.
- Yeah, well, hope he's worth it,

'cause we got our asses sh*t up.

Tariq Jamala walked our guys
into a booby-trapped house.

Azim was the last person to talk to him.
He's worth it.

Let me know what you find out.

He says Tariq was not a t*rror1st.

Tariq's burner phone had
calls from several numbers

associated with the Halani Network.

It's how we got to him
in the first place.

(TRANSLATES IN PASHTO)

(SPEAKS PASHTO)

- He says that's a lie.
- We also know

he called you the night he d*ed.

The night he led our
men to their deaths.

(TRANSLATES IN PASHTO)

(SIGHS)

So,
after nearly getting our asses sh*t off

bringing this guy in, Azim,
it turns out being a dead end?

Never understand why a gay
man would become a jihadi,

fight alongside guys who'd
throw you off a building

- if they knew who you really are.
- Well, they probably knew

that the two of them were lovers.

I mean, the way they sh*t up that house,

they weren't too concerned
about Azim's safety.

And it could be they just didn't
want him to be taken alive,

want to give him a chance to flip.

Look, you settled in?

I dropped my bags off somewhere.

I haven't been back since.

Are you gonna sleep at
all this deployment?

I'm sending you out every
night to risk your lives.

Yeah,
I'm gonna take overtime to make sure

I'm sending you to the right targets.

- Eh.
- WOMAN: Hello, sir.

(WOMAN CHUCKLES) Heya.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

What?

Nothing. I just forget that
you guys are rock stars here.

(GASPS) "I wonder if he's
the one who sh*t Osama."

Alana filed for divorce.

I'm... I'm so sorry. I...

- You want to talk about it?
- No.

No.

You ever wonder how
many times you've slept

in a dead man's bed?

SONNY: Never a friend's bed,
like Echo Team.

Senior guys get bottom bunk.

Damn right.

Hey, dawg.

- Hey...
- Hey...

What time is it back home?

What time is it back home?

It'd be, uh, : a.m.

Were you just e-mailing the family?

Yeah.

You all right?

I need the AARs from Echo.

That's not answering my question.

Don't need to be taken care of here,
buddy.

Hell you don't.

AARs... hand 'em over.

Thank you.

Sleep isn't a weakness, Jason.

BROCK: Here, boy. Hup.

CLAY: Hey, it doesn't bother
you how we're gonna make

our only teammate with
no arms climb a ladder?

Not me.

I think it's awesome.

This is why you label your stuff.

I label everything.

Look, I can't help you

unless you follow protocol

and you check in your cases with me

before we get on to the plane.

Brock.

- I have a system.
- What do you want me to say?

I'm gonna look around for it,
but it's not because

I think it's my fault that it got lost.

It's because I don't want your partner

to suffer for your incompetence.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Keep looking.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Green sector,
go ahead and report in.

How long till your tech guys
are gonna ID this b*mb maker?

MANDY:
There wasn't a lot left to work with,

and they're going as fast as they can.

They're not going as fast as they can.
If they were going

as fast as they can,
we would know that by now, all right?

Whoever did this was a
professional b*mb maker.

All you have to do is look

at the ISR video and know
whoever wired that house

was a pro!

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just...

Look, I know that you want this
target just as bad as we do.

Apology accepted.

Look, you're right.

That was a professional hit.

We're gonna find the guy behind it.

And then we're gonna
find the guy behind him

and the guy behind him
because that's what we do.

Look, I went through Echo Team's AARs

to see if they ever came
across Tariq and Azim,

and they never came across anything.

You know they have us
sleeping in Echo Team's bunks.

We're sleeping in their bunks.

(GRUNTS)

How are the guys?

Trying not to think about it much.

Got their head in their gear.

That's probably smart.

How about your gear?

Just find me that bomber.

Hey, you got any extra pelican cases?

Hold on. I'm almost done filling these.

- Ray.
- Hold on.

You okay?

You try and re-encrypt the radio,

the key doesn't work,
and we're out comms.

You think that's okay?

I asked if you were okay.

No, Lisa, I don't have any extra cases.

All right.

Damn.

Don't let him bug you;
he just gets all obsessed

- over these comms.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. I'm probably too concerned
with the equipment we use

to call in medevacs, air support.

Doesn't matter.

So, uh, what you looking for?

Brock lost a pelican case.

Well, not so much as lost as
he neglected to use the system.

Oh, well, you got to have a system.

That's what I told him.

You sure you weren't distracted?

- Huh?
- Excuse me?

Mm-hmm.

You see, I'm missing my hydrogel,

and, well, that's never happened before.

So I'm just trying to think,
you know, what's different?

Yeah, okay.
Are you seriously coming at me right now

about, what, hydrogel?

Well, I mean, I,
myself have been distracted, but...

Sonny,
you wouldn't be able to find hydrogel

- if it was stuck to your ass.
- Oh, look at that.

Uh-huh.
And the next time you want to disparage

- my ability to find your supplies...
- Fine.

DAVIS: You got my missing case?

I have no idea, but if I do,
I'll let you know.

You can ask, uh,

Betsy Ross over there.

(DAVIS LAUGHS)

- Hey, Betsy!
- DAVIS: Wow.

That's a new look for you.

Never trust a sn*per who can't sew.

Noted.

Hey, you got a case that
doesn't belong to you?

Uh, no. No, sorry.

Hey, Davis.

Do you know, uh,
you know whose bed I'm sleeping in?

Yours.

No, I mean,
who from Echo had-had that bunk?

He, uh...

he left this behind.

Looks like a talisman.

BROCK: Hey, I found it.

DAVIS: Oh, good. Was it milk bones?

Yeah, not quite.

The new dog camera
and voice transmitter.

Doubles the range of the old one.

- Oh, cool.
- It's pretty cool.

SONNY: Oh, yeah? Let me see that.

(SIGHS)

Nobody likes Jalalabad air that much.

I'm Paul Mulwray.

Okay.

You DIA?

I'm sorry?

Or CIA? Or NSA?

I got a list of acronyms.

I'm sorry.
I don't acronym with strangers.

Sorry. I'm with Vice.

Okay, Don Johnson.

Do you work inside?

This building? Sometimes.

No notebook, no files, no ID tag.

No dog tags.

So your outfit says intelligence agency,

but the haircut says...

My haircut talks?

No. Just trying to get you

to reveal something about yourself.

'Cause that's how you charmed
those MS- guys last year?

You know who I am?

I know you wrote a whole
piece about a murderous g*ng

and then declined to turn
over relevant information

to the DEA when they asked.

I don't work for the DEA.

But you know who I am and what I wrote.

You ready?

Absolutely.

ERIC: All right, gentlemen,
before Ms. Ellis

briefs us on this
evening's target package,

we're gonna meet our CST.

RAY: Ha. Ugh.

SONNY:
Please remind me why Tier One unit

is no longer exempt

from a cultural support team program.

ERIC: 'Cause Command says so.

'Cause Command says so. Why not?
Why can't we waive this?

It's a compromise we made
with the local tribal leaders.

What if we go above a certain altitude?

Yeah, the thinner the air gets,

the less lift the helos can generate,

the less payload they can carry,

the more it costs us to bring a strap.

I am not gonna lose one of my sh**t

'cause of some cultural support.

ERIC: Yeah, I get it.

The deal Command cuts

says that we got to have a woman along

to handle any women
that might be on target.

As you all know, the Afghan males

don't like you pawing their wives.

I don't paw.

Davis.

Staff Sergeant Vanessa Ryan,

meet Bravo Team.

Ms. Ellis,

would you please show us
who we're going after?

(MANDY CLEARS THROAT)

Aresh Kamal, b*mb maker.

Forensic team thinks this is
the guy who built the device

that k*lled Echo Team.

MANDY: As you can see from his history,
Kamal moves around a lot.

He always sets up his
workshop inside his house.

FBI techs have identified

the expl*sive that k*lled
Echo Team as a, uh,

chloro-phosphorus compound.

Basically,
Kamal's version of Armstrong's mixture.

Bastard wanted as many people
in the house as possible before it blew.

CLAY: All right,
so we know he's in there,

so why not... why not a drone hit?

We need to talk to this S.O.B.

MANDY: Kamal's strictly mercenary.

That means somebody backed
up the truck big time

for the Echo job,
and we want to find out who that is.

All right, look. Looks pretty
easy to lock down the street.

Yeah. Perimeter's simple.
It looks like the houses

on both sides...
They appear empty, so...

SONNY: Okay.
We set our primary breach here.

Secondary here.

We bust in,
we pull that son of a bitch out

by his small hairs.

- Easy-peasy.
- Easy-peasy, you think?

Yeah. I bet you he has his
house all rigged up, too.

- That's not so easy-peasy.
- Yeah.

The guy does make bombs for a living.

- How about a callout?
- I was thinking that.

Answer's gonna be awful risky, brother.

Okay, here's what we do.
We're gonna secure the perimeter

and do the callout.
If he doesn't come to us, then,

Sonny, you're just gonna throw
some nine-bangers in the window.

See if he comes out. Right?

That doesn't happen,
then we'll follow up with the dog.

Brock, make sure you have that
fancy new camera ready to go.

We got to know what we're heading into,
right?

We know this is our guy.
Let's do it. Yeah.

ERIC: Yeah?

Good call.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Stalking isn't attractive.

Good to know.

Are you gonna be a nuisance?

Never. I was raised better than that.

Good to know the congressman
doesn't raise wildings.

You didn't mention my father
in our last conversation.

Hoped that meant you
hadn't put it together.

I just... (SIGHS)

I would like access to your operators.

They're not my operators.

Anyway, Tier One units

don't allow embedded journalists.

Well, I'm not talking about an embed,

although I wouldn't say no.

I just would like their
perspective on the mission here.

Their perspective's pretty narrow.

I was pretty friendly

with Steve Porter, the Echo Team leader.

We would talk from time to time...
deep background.

Look, I don't make the rules,
so you're gonna have to get

your Sebastian Junger on some other way.

Anything else?

Nope. You can go.

Check him.

Oh! Where'd you learn how to sh**t?

Hey, you need anything?

More a*mo, maybe?

No, I don't want to tempt fate.

If I end up having to sh**t it all,

it means something went real wrong.

Name's Vanessa, by the way.

Davis, officially.

You got a first name?

Doesn't everybody?

We're gonna be bunkmates
for the next three months.

You don't want to tell
me your first name?

Maybe when we know each
other a little bit better.

Is there anything I need to know?

About your guys?

You do your job, they'll respect you.

You don't...

Fair enough.

Anything I need to know?

Male-to-female ratio on the main base

is about ten to one, so watch your back.

Or enjoy it.

You need anything, you let me know.

Good boy.

(BOTH WHISTLE)

Come on, Cerberus.

SONNY: Hey, don't say no

to the Creature.

Whoa.

Wow.

(ANIMAL BLEATS)

(COW MOOS, CHICKEN CLUCKS)

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

Ray.

TOC, this is Bravo . You got eyes up?

Roger, Bravo .

ISR is on station.

Going tight on target building.

How was the wide view? Anything moving?

At the moment, the only heat signatures

I'm seeing are our guys.

Any update on the target phone?

Last ping

put the phone in the house.

Let's hope the b*mb
maker's in there with it.

Bravo , this is TOC.

Your helos are up and
in their loiter pattern.

You're cleared to initiate your callout.

Okay, you're up. Let's go, kid.

Come on. Move. Hit 'em up.

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TOC, anything?

There's no movement.

Hit 'em up again.

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Okay.

Here we go.

Anybody see a vest?

Tell her to hold.

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Tell her to hold.

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CLAY: Hey,
maybe she doesn't speak any Pashto.

I'll try Dari.

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Couple more steps, I'm gonna drop her.

Hold.

(SPEAKING DARI)

Hold.

Shine the light on me.

Okay.

I want you to tell her

to lift her dress up

so we know that she is not armed.

- Brock, check her.
- Roger.

Check. (BARKS)

We're good.

Jalalabad has the only school
for the deaf in the area.

You telling me the b*mb
maker's got a deaf wife?

- That's ironic.
- Maybe she's the only one

who can stand being near him.

She says her husband's not here.

Out visiting his brother.
Left her home alone.

Oh, really? If she was alone,
how'd she know how to come outside?

Yeah, not like she could have
heard the callout.

Know what?
He's underneath the cot, hiding.

Like a coward,
sent her out to face our g*ns.

He's trying to lure us
in there like he did

with Echo Team.
Bring the whole place down on us.

You see any way we don't go
in there to get him out, boss?

Send the dog.
See if the place is rigged.

Brock, you ready?

Yeah, we're good to go.

- Let's go.
- VANESSA: How's he get inside?

Doors closed. Windows closed. (COMMANDS)

Just watch.

JASON: Send him.

- Tell him to stop.
- Sit.

Sit.

- Look left.
- Cerberus.

Left.

- Now go right.
- Cerberus,

right.

Do you see that? It's clear.

We could surprise him
by breaching that wall.

Hey, he's got something.

(CERBERUS GROWLING, BARKING)

(SCREAMING)

- Blade.
- Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.

JASON: TOC.

The dog cleared us all the way to Kamal.

(CERBERUS GROWLING, KAMAL GRUNTING)

(GROWLING AND GRUNTING CONTINUE)

CLAY: Get his armor off and check him.

Come on.

Oh, come here.

- We good?
- Nothing. It's not his blood.

Yeah, I think it-it's Kamal's blood.

TOC, this is Bravo .

We had to take out Kamal.

Aren't you gonna clean him off, Brock?

No, don't clean him off.

Look at him. He looks proud.

He is proud.

Pashto sign language, huh?

There is no Pashto sign language,
not really.

- No?
- Schools in Jalalabad

teach the same ASL I
learned in the Girl Scouts.

Yeah, well, you know what,
lucky for us...

Or for her, at least...
A hell of a call.

Would have been a stupid
one if we got blown up.

Glad we didn't get blown up,

or we wouldn't be here, right?

I wouldn't be giving
you such a hard time

about Pashto sign language. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry we couldn't get
you an HVT to question.

(BUZZER SOUNDS) My understanding,
he was trying

to s*ab one of your team members.

Well,
he was also reaching for a detonator.

Sounds like he didn't
give you much choice.

You guys pulled a lot of
intel out of that house.

Hoping one of the cell
phones will give us a target.

- Something else I want to run by you.
- Okay, what's that?

What if somebody blackmailed
Tariq into setting up our guys?

His relationship with Azim
would have made him a prime target.

Yeah, but why is he making all
those calls to the bad guys?

What if he wasn't?

All the calls pinged
off a single cell tower

in the Gunara neighborhood.

It's miles from where he lived.

Maybe that's his tradecraft.

Leaves home, make the calls.

Maybe, or somebody else made them.

Tariq didn't show up on a
single one of our lists.

And a gay real estate developer

who's just starting to make a go of it?

Doesn't match any t*rror1st
profile I've ever seen.

Right, but who's gonna go
through all the trouble

to set him up like that?

Let's find out.

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Now you bring your thug to b*at me.

You know, it's, uh... I...

I believe I owe you an apology, Azim.

(TRANSLATING IN PASHTO)

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TRANSLATOR:
He says you think he's a fool.

MANDY: No, I don't. In fact, I just

finished reading through
your school records.

It's very impressive,

particularly your grades in English.

(SIGHS)

What do you want?

You told me Tariq wasn't a t*rror1st.

I didn't believe you.

I'm ready to believe you now.

We need you to help us understand

why he did what he did,

why he brought our men to their deaths.

I think someone was forcing him.

We can protect you, Azim,
but only if you help us.

Um, a few weeks ago,

something changed in Tariq.

He wasn't so gentle anymore.

At first,
I thought maybe it was his wife.

The call he made to you
on the day that he d*ed?

He... he wanted to say good-bye.

But not only that, right?

He-he told me to run.

Did he say why?

Just to...
just to get out of the province.

Out of the country if I could.

He tells you to leave the country,

- and you don't know why?
- He told me that I was

in terrible danger,

and I should go to his fitna house.

"Fitna" house, like "disaster"?

Yes, where you found me.

He had money hidden there,

told me to use it to buy a new life.

MANDY: Azim, I need you

to try to remember if
he said anything else.

Anything that might help us
find the people who did this.

H-He said to forget about
the man with the red car.

The man with the red car?

He did business with Tariq. I...

- I don't know his name.
- You worked for Tariq,

and you're telling me you
can't remember the names

of the people he did business with?

Is that what you're saying?

I believe Tariq did not want
me to know this man's name.

The only time I saw him, he...

he came to see Tariq at the apartment.

He saw us... together.

Tariq was so angry.

Do you remember what they talked about?

The man brought him outside

to talk in his car.

The red car?

A Mercedes.

Trying to catch me in
all my resplendent glory?

Don't flatter yourself.

Uh,
if you're not trying to sneak a peek,

what can I do for you?

Who do you know around here
who drives a red Mercedes?

Your experience,
people ever give away currency

without expecting something in return?

No, I suppose it depends on the person.

Some guys,
all you got to do is make eyes at them,

and they'll give you
everything they got.

I'd say that depends more
on who's making the eyes.

I'm serious.

If you want me giving you information,

it's gonna have to be a two-way street.

Nothing for nothing?

That's right.

I'll tell you what.

Any of this goes anywhere,
I'll give you as much as I can

without violating my oath or
sending myself to prison. Deal?

So you want to know who
drives the red Mercedes?

- The red Mercedes?
- This isn't Dubai.

All the time I've spent in Afghanistan,

bet I can count the number of
Mercedes I've seen on one hand.

Fact, this part of the country,
I know of exactly... one.

JASON: I am starving.

- What's that?
- Oh.

Steve got enough extra wood
and material to build a bar.

Tiki bar, even though we told
him it was tacky as hell.

All right,
let's get Echo Team's bar up and going.

RAY:
Guy was trying to make dovetail joints.

JASON: Yeah,
so don't mess it up, all right?

- Bag of tools, buddy.
- You got a bag of tools?

(LAUGHTER) Hey, can I,
can I ask you something?

I'm not a bartender.

That's not what I was gonna ask you.

I, uh... found this.

Damn it.

Ramon.

- It's Ramon's.
- Echo's breacher?

Yeah. Ramon was in Iraq when
a guy got the jump on him.

g*n an inch from his head,
to hear Ramon tell it.

Course, the first time,
it was four inches, but you know.

The guy pulled the trigger,
but the b*llet didn't fire.

Ramon smoked him,
took the dead b*llet out of the g*n.

Primer was a dud.

Hmm. One in a million.

Yeah. Sometimes luck happens.

I got something for this. Hold on.

Nice.

(SAW WHIRRING)

Want to talk about it?

Yeah, I'll tell you what.
Why don't we get yourself

a white wine spritzer and
we'll go for a long walk?

Yeah,
I seen that look in your eyes before.

Know what it means.

You got to give her time, Jace.

Time's not on my side, Ray.

She's not gonna give me any more time.

Not possible.

You know, I left her a long time ago.

I think she realized
I'm never coming back.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SONNY: One, two, three, go.

I'm good, man.
One shift at a time, right?

Yeah, yeah, man, you know...

We'll get the top of this
thing going here, huh?

Yeah, let's do it.

I got it. Hey.

You got it? Here we go.

One, two, three.
Yeah, one, two, three. There we go.

There you go. Clay,

come help an old man out.

(LAUGHTER) CLAY: You got this.

Keep running into you.

Guess so.

Well, there's not enough women

to warrant a second quarters, so...

It's not always gonna be that way.

Hey, it was good seeing you out there...
with the team.

I would've liked to go in
and help schwack the guy.

There'll be lots of guys.

You keep vampire hours, too?

Split. Got to be back
in TOC later tonight.

Listen, we're just outside

fixing up a bar Echo was
building if you want to help.

Just came to get these.

Sounds good.

Listen, if you ever want to
talk about CST training...

Oh, I... I got a plan.

I know.

Think we did this instead of a fire pit,
right?

You think the fixings for pina coladas
are hidden somewhere?

DAVIS: This was the best
I could do.

You rum-running already?

That's one thing about letting

those hipsters into the Air Force.

They know how to make some beer.

I swear they got a better
setup than a microbrewery.

No, that's too hoppy for me.
I'll take this.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

To Echo.

(PHONE CHIMES)

You rang?

Salim Hakan.

Salim Hakan?

Commander of the Afghan

National Police in this entire province

and also widely considered to be

a potential candidate
for high elected office.

Well, that's nice for him and all,

but what does that have
to do with anything?

I think he's the man in the red car,

the one Azim mentioned,
who Tariq told him to forget.

I can tell you want
that to mean something.

I'm starting to think it means

Salim is the guy who blackmailed Tariq

into luring Echo Team to their deaths.

Look, if you want to go after
a national police commander,

you're gonna need a lot more information

- than what you have right there.
- I know.

I'm thinking maybe this, uh,

reporter guy friend of yours

is the one that's probably
feeding in your ear

that Salim was the one in the red car?

You got to be careful
with a guy like that,

especially reporters, I'm telling you.

You're not telling me
how to run my assets?

Is that what he is right now, an asset?

I don't want to talk about him.

I want you to help me figure
out if this high-level official

arranged the m*rder of six of our guys.

Okay,
do you have any idea how you would like

to go about doing something like that?

Carefully.