01x16 - Never Get Out of the Boat

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Previously on SEAL Team...

Several members of
the Navy SEAL team

have been k*lled in Afghanistan.

Go, go, go!

SONNY: So, you're telling me

that all six guys are dead.

Survivors?

MANDY: None that we know of.

This is the poppy field

that Echo Team b*rned.

The truck directly ties the b*mb maker

to the farm and Echo Team.

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.

I know other men.
I'll give them all to you.

MANDY: She could live on the base.

Live as a girl,

work as a boy.

I'm the love of your life,

but I don't think I should
be your wife anymore.

Jason Hayes. I'm Amy.

Nice to meet you, Amy.
So what do you do around here?

I save the world from bad guys.
I have a good time doing it.

SONNY: Ooh, look at that right there.

She just gave you the steel eye.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING,
INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Careful. Right here.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Hey. Bus just pulled
up from the airfield.

Guys are getting de-jocked.

How about their prisoner?

They handed him over.
He's getting processed.

Sounds like it's gonna
be about another hour

before he's ready for interrogation.

Great. So we got the
guy who made the heroin.

God, you wouldn't think it'd
be so hard to figure out

who owns a stupid poppy field.

Cash we found in that
tunnel bankrolled a hit

on an American special ops team.

Makes sense they'd want to stay hidden.

Do you think you can
get this chemist guy

to tell you his name?

Gonna try my level best.

Come on, let's get the taste of
that bad man out of your mouth.

Thought he was gonna rip his arm off.

Yeah, Pazir thought so,
too, way he was screaming.

(CHUCKLES) Maybe Pazir
just isn't a dog person.

Maybe he knows the prophet
said they were unclean.

What's he say about heroin?

(LAUGHTER) Everybody decent?

Whoa,
when'd you become so delicate, huh?

The agency keeps sending
HR memos warning us

not to make our operators
feel objectified.

Mm. What happens if we ask real nice?

Okay, um... so, did Pazir

say anything before you guys
handed him over to the MPs?

I think his loose translation was...

- (SCREAMS)
- (LAUGHTER)

Oh, you know, he wasn't too chatty,
that's for sure.

Yeah, in fairness, we did

kick in his door at : in the morning,

shwack his bodyguards,
and sic a dog on him, so...

- "In fairness."
- (LAUGHTER)

All right. Get some sleep.

Oh, oh, wait a second. What about you?

Don't you need to get some sleep?

I'm gonna go see if
Pazir will talk to me.

You really think he's gonna tell
you who owns that poppy field?

I'm not the one who sicced a dog on him.

JASON: Good point.

(CHUCKLES)

Bye-bye.
I'm not looking at anything.

Put your pants on.

(LAUGHTER)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

CLAY: Hey, little lady.

STELLA: Hey. You look exhausted.

You guys went again?

Yeah. We actually had a
pretty good night, though.

That's great. Is it snowing there yet?

'Cause I saw that there
was a % chance of snow.

I, uh... I hear they have an opening

at Good Morning Afghanistan,
if you're interested.

What? I set my app...
My-my weather app... to J-Bad.

Makes me feel more connected.

I, uh,
I wouldn't mind connecting right now.

Me, too.

I miss you, babe.

Damn it.

I forgot I promised Gordon
I'd meet him for drinks.

Gordon, huh?

Yeah, Professor Turner.

He's my advisor.

Come on, we've been over this.

So what, he, uh,
he advises you on drinking now?

I'm helping him with his article

for New Literary History.

It's actually really, really flattering

- that he wants my input.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure that's all he wants.

Right, 'cause there's only
thing that I have to offer.

I forgot.

That's not what I meant.

It's just, last week, it was,
you know, it was midterms.

The week before, it was his lecture...

Yeah, because that's my job,
babe, you know?

I get paid to do these things.

It just kind of seems like the guy

can't do anything without
you since I left town.

Why, Mr. Spenser,
am I detecting a hint of jealousy?

Well, I mean, how would you feel if-if,
you know, I was

hanging out with some woman
all the time you didn't know?

Well, I...
I would hope that I would trust you,

like people do in
grown-up relationships.

(LAUGHS)

Seriously?

You're laughing right now?

No.

Well, how you doing there, Miss Stella?

Huh?

(LAUGHS): Hey.

I just want to let you know
we're taking care of your, uh...

your young buck right now.

He's a big old stud out here.

Thank you so much

for wearing something
under that robe this time.

Yeah.

It's America right here.

Hey, Sonny, we're-we're kind of

in the middle of something right now,
man.

Yeah. (SPITS)

Come on, you think I just
got dressed up like this

for no reason? Huh?

He is not well.

Well, uh...

good night, there, Stella.

Have a good one.

Later, cowboy.

I'll, uh, I'll just go to my room.

Actually, I should go, too.

Yeah, yeah, 'cause we wouldn't want

to keep Gordon waiting, right?

Come on, don't do that.

I need to go,
and you need to go get some sleep,

slow those long-distance
relationship gears from turning.

Okay? We'll talk about your
paranoid fantasies tomorrow.

JASON: Hey, it's me.

Listen, I...
I really don't know how this works,

if there are rules to me calling you

or if you even want me to call you.

I don't know, maybe I should
just call the kids directly

or... something like that.

But anyhow, we're really busy here,

uh, as you can imagine,

so give the kids my love and a kiss,
will you?

Oh, look at that.
Getting the PT in early, huh?

Rise and grind, turn and burn.

- There you go.
- (EXHALES) Boss says run,

- I say, "How high?"
- How high, yeah.

- Jason Hayes.
- That's right.

- Alan Cutter.
- Hey.

He's the founder of
Xeon Tactical Security.

Yeah. I think we've
got some friends in common.

Oh, is that right? At least one.

- Ah, that's right.
- (ALL CHUCKLE)

Oh, and I think I'm told that you, uh...

we overlapped for a
short period in Baghdad,

right, just before I left the forces.

- nd SAS?
- "A" Squadron.

That's right. My-my misspent youth.

Well, looks like you're
getting back into the fight.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
Mostly from the sidelines these days.

Though I-I will concede,

it's a little bit of
a better tax bracket.

So, I'm gonna

let you guys visit, but I...
I hope you reach out

when you finally hang up the wet suit.

I'm sure we could find a position

for a man of your reputation.

We'll see.

- Take it easy.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, later.
- See ya.

Not every day you meet
private contractor royalty.

You know,
I should have worn my good suit.

- (BOTH LAUGH)
- He's not that bad, really.

- He looks like a nice guy.
- He's figured out

how to be a capitalist,
still serve his country.

I owe a lot to Alan.

Well, you know what, I should get going

'cause I got to try and get some sleep,

which really just doesn't happen
for me that much, you know.

- Uh-huh. Real quick, though, um...
- Yeah.

What does it take to get a golden ticket

to your Camp Larkin
frat house over there?

Oh, that's years of physically

and emotionally damaging training,

but I tell you what.

(QUIETLY): If you ask really nicely,

maybe I can pull some strings.

That's too bad,
'cause I-I got a personal policy

about begging before breakfast, so...

how about I just give you this.

You figure it out. (CHUCKLES)

Bye, Jason.

Yeah, see ya.

(EXHALES)

I told you, I'm not from Jalalabad.

I'm visiting from
Kabul to see my sister.

And did your wife travel with you?

I'm not married.

How often do you come
here to visit your sister?

Once a year. I told you.

Once a year on your birthday?

Correct.

All right, let's stop this nonsense.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Your name is Pazir al-Mohammed.

You were born July in Mihtarlam,

where you still live with your wife,
Sepedah,

and your children, Badrawi and Saba.

You come here to Jalalabad once a month

not to visit your sister,

but to put your fancy chemistry degree

to work refining poppies.

Also, here's an interesting fact.

One of the grows you oversee

was burnt out a few weeks ago
by a team of American commandos

who were then targeted and m*rder*d.

I sell electronics.

Electronic salesmen don't sleep
in safe houses with bodyguards.

Now, this is from the field in question

before it was b*rned.

And this, I believe, is you.

Now can we talk?

Okay, I didn't have anything
to do with k*lling Americans.

Okay. I believe you.

I just need to know who owns this field.

My boss.

Right. Who's your boss?

I've never met him.

(SIGHS)

You're one of a handful of men

who knows how to refine
poppies into heroin

on an industrial scale.

A man with your valuable skill set

has most certainly met the boss.

So help me now,

maybe you get out of prison
before you're an old man.

I know what's going to happen to me.

I'm at peace.

No, you're scared. Understandably.

You work for dangerous people.

You're the dangerous people.

This is your burner phone.

No names, just numbers.

Maybe I should start dialing,
telling everybody

how cooperative you've
been with the Americans.

No one will believe you.

(CHUCKLES) Maybe not. But what happens

when our assets on the ground
start whispering the same thing?

Rumors get back to the
people that you work with.

Think they'll give you the
benefit of the doubt?

You can't. My children.

I thought you didn't have a family.

- He will k*ll them.
- You love your wife, Pazir?

You share things with her? Work things?

Okay. She does not know who I work for.

The man you work for k*lled
six American soldiers.

He'll bury anybody he thinks
that can point us to them.

Including your family.

They know nothing.

You think he'll take that chance?

It seems to me your best
hope is to work with me

to help us get to him before
he can get to Sepedah,

Badrawi and Saba.

You know the name Musa Ghani?

Musa Ghani?

Of course I do.

He's one of the biggest
drug dealers on the planet.

That's the man I work for.

S E
Never Get Out of the Boat

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Every time we're in J-Bad,
somebody offers up Musa Ghani.

SONNY: The guy might as well
have said he dimed out Bigfoot.

Pazir's story checks out so far.

Sorry. So Echo Team burns
one of Ghani's fields,

so he decides to burn them?

Why not?

- It is nice and linear.
- This guy Ghani

has got, what, over a hundred
fields all over the place.

You think he's gonna go off
when he sees one of them burn?

What we can tell,
Ghani's been hit pretty hard

by the new interdiction program.

Maybe he decided it
was time to push back.

Interdiction program's mostly
run by those contractors, right?

I mean, so-so why's he target Echo?

Maybe the field that Echo
b*rned was the last straw.

Maybe he figured k*lling a
half a dozen Tier One operators

was a good way to throw
a scare into everybody.

What about this guy Pazir, huh?
You believe him?

I believe he's real scared of something.

He give up more than a name?

What makes you say that?

You wouldn't have got us out of bed

just because Pazir claimed
to know Mr. Snuffleupagus.

He gave us a phone number.

Says he uses it to speak to Ghani.

Directly?

No one speaks directly to Ghani.

He says the phone belongs to Bashir,
the security chief.

JASON: Davis, you ping it?

Nothing so far.

He probably keeps the battery
out when he's not using it.

That's exactly why we need
a secondary confirmation

that this is Khan's phone.

JASON: Well, how the hell we gonna

do that when the guy just-just
has his phone shut off?

MANDY:
Bashir's mistress lives in an apartment

above a spice market in
the Buhara neighborhood.

Well, can we get a drone over the place?

DAVIS: Already done.

Problem is, Bashir is very careful

about not exposing himself to open sky.

I say we just get a surveillance
team into the market.

I asked.
Command said there's nothing available.

All right, you know what? Fine.

We just do this ourselves, all right?
I'm game.

Yup, he's game.

Daylight close recon, that neighborhood?

Like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Anyway, you don't have the personnel.

You got one Pashto speaker,
one guy who could pass for something

besides American... Not gonna cut it.

Okay, fine. Why don't we just
send in Little Orphan Annie?

- Mm.
- You want to send Dorri in there?

Why not?
Well, she was a Taliban courier.

We know she's used to being
in dangerous places.

Exactly. What if she was used
to send messages to Ghani?

Bashir might recognize her.

It's...
it's hard to see a better option.

DAVIS: Okay, this is the man
we're looking for... Bashir Khan.

These two are gonna
be nearby just in case

you get into trouble,
but they cannot enter the market.

This camera's gonna be
streaming video the whole time,

so you don't need to do anything.

Just find Bashir.

Soon as you get a good look at him,

head straight back to the car,
you understand?

I understand.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

ERIC: QRF, be advised.

The overwatch team is in position.

Asset has entered market.

Copy, TOC.

If this thing goes bad,
it's gonna happen fast.

Stand by to pull them out of there.

Roger that. QRF, standing by.

Here we go, boys.

Standing by. Come on, Sonny.

- I don't get it, boss.
- What don't you get?

I thought the whole point

of using assets is so we
didn't have to risk our guys.

Even if the asset is
a scared little girl

protecting her brother?

Yeah. Everybody's got their reasons.

The last time I checked in my rule book,

you run errands for t*rrorists,
you're a t*rror1st.

That is cold.

Tell me what you see, brother.

Hmm.

I got two m*llitary-age
males watching the shoppers.

Any chance one of them's Bashir,
we get to go home early?

No. Sorry.

TOC, this is Bravo .

We have two m*llitary-age
males inside the marketplace,

appear to be standing watch.

Copy, . Any sign of the HVT?

RAY: That's a negative.

If those are his guys,
Bashir's probably still inside.

ERIC: Roger that. Keep us posted.

I really don't like the way
this guy's looking at her.

Think he could have made her?

Well, it's possible.

He's start...
he's starting to move toward her.

TOC, be advised, one of the
MAMs is approaching the asset.

ERIC: Roger. QRF standing by.

(SPEAKING PASHTO) No.

You want me to reach out and touch him?

No. Let it play.

Hey, is it just my imagination,
or does it look like

he's trying to pick up on her?

(SPEAKING PASHTO)

No, that's not your imagination.

I just don't know if it's good news.

You think he knows that she's a she?

I think a man who lives in a place

where he doesn't know any
women who aren't his relatives

might think a hairless
boy is good enough.

(SPEAKING PASHTO)

How do you want to play it?

How do you say "He's mine" in Pashto?

We're not supposed to get
out of the car. He's mine.

(SPEAKS PASHTO)

(REPEATS PHRASE)

All right.
Be ready to get behind the wheel.

We might have to leave on a hop.

All right.

Bravo , this is TOC.
ISR appears to show

Bravo exiting the vehicle.
Please advise.

That's affirmative.

Son of a bitch.

(SPEAKS PASHTO) No, no.

- (RAY SPEAKS PASHTO)
- (MAN LAUGHS)

(SPEAKS PASHTO)

(SPEAKS PASHTO)

(SPEAKS PASHTO)

MAN: Hey!

_

_

TOC, this is Bravo .

We have positive I.D. on Bashir Khan.

Mission accomplished.

MANDY: Yes, sir.
Bashir put the battery back

in his cell phone as soon
as they left the market.

We're tracking them now.

They're headed northeast on Konar Road,

towards Pakistan, that's right.

Well,
our intel suggests that Ghani likes

to move between safe houses,
but he never likes

to spend the night unless
Bashir is there to protect him.

Only one he really trusts.

Thank you, sir.

I hope so, too.

This guy Bashir,
he's a total badass, right?

That's his rep.

Figure that's why Ghani
trusts him with his safety?

Well, he employs Western-style
layered security.

He builds heavy-w*apon
fighting positions outside

all of his safe houses.

I read the same brief.
What's your point?

Point is, the problem with
following Bashir to Ghani is

you got to go through
Bashir to get to Ghani.

One thing at a time.

TRENT: So if the bodyguard

leads us to Ghani,
we're going out again tonight, right?

Yeah, no rest for the wicked.

Or the whipped.

Ain't that right, Mr. Spenser?

Yeah, I'd just be glad to get
some payback for the Echo guys.

Amen to that. Here.

Wherever we're going,

you always need to carry
extra breaching charges.

Put them in your leg pouch.

Nah, it's cool.

Actually, I, um,
prefer to have my body plate armor

in between me and my expl*sives.

This op is gonna be quick and dirty,

and you may not have time
to reach back and get them.

Okay?

Put them in your leg pouch.

Yeah, I've been doing it
this way for years, Sonny.

It's not gonna be an issue.

You need to listen to me on this one,
new guy.

You know, I might have been
the new guy after BUDs,

might have been the new guy
after Green Team, right?

I might be the newest guy here on Bravo.

But I'm not a new guy,
so you can stop treating me like one.

Wow. Look at this.

The millennial snowflake

just seems to have all the answers.

No. I just know you don't have any.

(TRENT CLEARS THROAT)

Oh. We got a problem?

No, we are good, Senior Chief.

RAY:
We're closing in on the guy who ordered

the hit on our brothers,
and you two are more concerned

with marking territory?

Listen to me. Hey!

Put it away now.

After we get Ghani in the ground,
in a cell,

you two still want to go at it,
we'll settle it in the ring.

That works for me.

Anytime, anywhere.

RAY: Okay.

We got something.

There's Bashir.

Yeah, I'm going in tighter.

MANDY: This one.
Can you get a clean view?

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

That's a positive I.D. on Musa Ghani.

Yes, sir,
we have confirmed HVT on target.

Requesting green light.

AMY: So, they actually exist, huh?

- Proud papa.
- (CHUCKLES): Yeah.

Yeah, well,

more like an uncle.

I inherited these.

Oh.

Among other things, I imagine.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So,
I have to ask how you got past the gate?

Oh, yeah, that. Guess the guards...

They all know me, 'cause, uh,
I was a friend of Steve's.

I probably should have told you.

Right. So, we need to talk about that?

I mean, you and Steve...
You weren't, uh, you know?

No, not that kind of friend.
I-I... I have rules.

Steve was married.

So are you.

Not married. Separated.

- Separated?
- Mm-hmm.

Separated's still married, though.

It's too bad,
'cause I was gonna invite you over

to come and see my garden.

- But you have rules.
- But I got rules.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Got rules.

Yeah.

Oh. (SIGHS)

Yeah. I got to get back to work.

Okay.

Nice shorts, by the way.

All right, over the last few weeks,

we've been slowly making
our way up the ladder

to find those responsible
for taking out Echo Team.

I'm pleased to say that we
think we've reached the top.

And his name is Musa Ghani.

Ms. Ellis.

As most of you are aware,

Bravo Team located Ghani's
personal bodyguard,

Bashir Khan, earlier today.

ISR's tracked him to this safe house

in the foothills of the Hindu Kush.

A few minutes ago,

we positively identified Ghani on site.

ERIC: It's the big one, gentlemen.

- It's the end of the rainbow.
- JASON: Okay, look,

if Ghani's there,
he's not gonna be there long,

so we're gonna speed over
security on this one.

Hey, Alpha, Bravo Team,
you helo into the target,

you fast-rope in, got it?

- In and out, quick and dirty.
- That's right.

Sonny, don't you dare.

CLAY: Remote area like that,
you know they're gonna hear us coming.

Well, we'll just launch multiple helos,

and we'll do false
inserts across the valley.

Should buy us some time.

SONNY:
It's time we showed this rat-faced Ghani

that payback is a bitch.

Right? All right, listen up.

I know that this mission
means a lot to all of us,

but let's not let vengeance
cloud our focus, all right?

I'm gonna do my best to
not let it cloud mine.

Happy hunting, fellas.

- Jace.
- JASON: Yeah?

What?

You guys have been turnin'
and burnin' for the last week.

Yeah. Come on, Eric, you kidding me?

Come on, nothing.

You know as well as I do,
Jason, what happens

when guys start to slip because
they're too tired to op,

(GROANS) too emotional
to make good decisions.

Look, if any of your guys
are acting squirrelly,

now is the time to call them out.

You know, I appreciate that,
but we're solid, okay?

Not every day we get
to make things right,

and we're gonna make things right.

Steve Porter's unit patch.

You go get that bastard.

For the Brotherhood.

Brotherhood. I won't let them down.

Let's go. Come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Let's go get 'em, baby!

Come on, let's go, boys.
Sonny, you ready?

Let's go.

What the hell? What's going on?

(HORN HONKING)

Not going anywhere.

CIA pulled the plug.

Sorry, fellas, mission's been scrubbed.

What are you talking about?

Get your boys back on the bus.
I'll meet you at Larkin.

Meanwhile,
the BTF's got this guy so turned around,

he's actually calling me
to authorize the contact,

and I'm like, first off,
either Cortez drops...

You want to tell me why you
canked my op?

Excuse me?

I got of my men loaded on helos,
okay?

HVT confirmed on target,
and you pull the plug.

Gentlemen, Master Chief Jason Hayes,

breacher extraordinaire,
as he has just demonstrated.

Don't use that tone with me.

Easy, Master...

Gentlemen, excuse us.

I canceled the op...
Actually JSOC canceled your op

because it turns out your
HVT is asset-conflicted.

You're saying that the
Agency is protecting Ghani?

- Not us, actually.
- Who?

DEA.

- DEA?
- Mm-hmm.

DEA is using the most brutal
k*ller in Eastern Afghanistan

as an asset?

Apparently,
he's proven himself quite valuable.

Valuable how? Huh? Valuable how?

By making us take out the competitors?

You understand this is way
above your clearance...

Musa Ghani took out
six Tier One operators,

six of my brothers, and you're
telling me I can't go after him

because he's a snitch for the DEA?

I understand how important this is.

To you.
Frankly, to the entire w*r effort.

But someone wants Ghani protected.

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, yeah, there's something you can do.

You can authorize my target package.

I cannot go to bat
for you on some hunch.

- Not a hunch.
- I know it's not a hunch.

Ghani owns the poppy fields
that Echo Team torched.

The cash hidden on those same fields

was used to pay the hit squad.

(SIGHS) I am telling you, Jason...

I am telling you...

it's not enough.

Not to take down the DEA's
highest-level informant

in this entire country.

Good to see that your
priorities are straight.

Coward.

Hey!

Don't even start.

Advice I might have given you.

Okay. What do you expect me to do, huh?

Just roll over and play dead? Huh?

After coming this far?

How much farther did the
Jason Hayes charm get you?

- Why don't you tell me?
- I had to talk Belding

out of filing a formal
complaint with General Shenko.

Yeah, well, Belding's a weasel.

(RAPID g*nshots)

Yes, he is.

But he's my boss,
and a particular kind of weasel,

one that I can manipulate
around to my point of view.

All right. So did you?

Yeah, see,
the whole thing with manipulation

is it's a lot less effective

when a rage-aholic in full battle gear

comes in and rearranges his desk.

I'm not giving up after coming this far!

I'm not asking you to!

You know you're not the only one

who's come this far, Jason.

(SIGHS)

All right, you know what, you're right.

I'm sorry. I lost it.

I lost it.

All right?

(SIGHS)

Are you okay?

Look, we are sleeping in their beds,
for God's sake.

We have to follow this through.

And we will.

What are you gonna do about it? Hmm?

I'm not sure.

You're not the only
one who never gives up.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know,

this thing where you guys never sleep,
it's...

getting a little tired.

A lot tired, actually.

Wordplay at : in the morning.
Very impressive.

Well, that's...
why they pay me the big bucks.

I thought they paid you the big bucks

for high-profile access
that nobody else could get.

Well, that, too, but there hasn't been

a whole lot of that
going around these days.

Yeah, and I'm sorry. That's too bad.

Well, it's not for lack of trying.

Can I go back to sleep now?

If you go to sleep,

you might miss out on
some high-profile access.

How high?

How does an hour

with a Tier One master chief sound?

(CLEARS THROAT) Too good to be true.

Tier One guys don't talk to reporters.

So that's it?

I get my interview with Jason Hayes,
and you get...?

When was the last time
you spoke to your daddy,

the congressman?

ERIC: All right, listen up.

As most of you have heard,
we are back on for Musa Ghani.

(EXCITED CHATTER, CHUCKLING)

RAY: How the hell she get to Belding?

I softened him up a little bit, huh?

I'm not sure I believe that.

MANDY: So, thanks to some higher-ups,

we are back on for Ghani.

Good news is ISR still
has him at the safe house.

Five bad guys,
including Bashir and his thugs.

And the bad news is...

sun's up.

Yeah, bad news is we're
looking at a daylight as*ault.

And there goes our element of surprise

and our technical advantage.

Why don't we wait, take 'em at night?

That way, we got our night vision back.

Ooh-hoo, look at that.

The rookie just figured
out asymmetrical warfare.

Wow, buddy,
that's a lot of syllables for you.

- (OTHERS LAUGHING)
- We don't want to risk waiting,

because of how often
Ghani changes locations.

Means an off-site infil.

ERIC: Right.
So, helo will put you down here.

Two klicks out.

Okay, let's see if we can catch them

while they're still sleeping. Let's go.

ERIC: Hey, one more thing.

If Ghani does squirt off target,
we do not pursue him.

It's a hostile environment right there,

and I don't want to lose any
other friends taking him in.

Feeling awful exposed out here
in the daylight like this, boss.

TOC,
this is Bravo . We're passing Lincoln.

ERIC: Copy, Bravo . Enjoy the hike.

Last man.

RAY: No movement at the target house,
boss.

Maybe Ghani's a late riser.

Yeah,
he's probably the real Bohemian type.

Cut the chatter, all right? Move it.

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

Contact front! Contact front!

Move it!

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

Ray, where'd that come from?

Mortar team,
northeast corner of the target building!

- Clay!
- Yeah!

Ray! Push left, after that mortar team!

Not happening right now.

, this is . I'm heading up the hill.

We got two squirters out the back!

- Is it Ghani?!
- I can't say!

You know we don't chase squirters, boss.

Got to be smart here,
J. Got to be smart!

Son of a bitch, it's Ghani.

- I'm going after him.
- SONNY: Rolling with you, boss!

JASON: Let's go! I'm ending this!

- This isn't the way, Jace!
- Are you gonna cover us or what?

On me.

Three, two, one.

Crazy bastard.

Damn it,
I told them not to pursue the squirters.

Mission's personal.

Yeah, well, that's how people get hurt.

(SPEAKING PASHTO)

The squirters stopped moving.

Doubt they're waving a white flag.

ERIC: Bravo , this is TOC. Be advised
the targets have stopped moving,

and appear to be taking
up defensive positions.

(PANTING) Copy, TOC. Continuing forward.

Incoming!

(PANTING)

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

Man down. Bravo is down.

(GRUNTING)

Bravo is down. Man down.

- Sonny!
- Yeah.

- Talk to me, man. You good?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Talk to me, man. You good?
- I'm good, I'm good. Go.

Okay, move to cover.

- Go after Ghani. Go!
- All right.

(SONNY GROANING)

(COUGHING)

This is Bravo . Ah, man.

I'm just a little dinged up right now.

(GRUNTS)

(EXPLOSIONS, g*nf*re CONTINUE)

Bashir!

ERIC: Alpha , you okay?

All good here.

(GHANI CHOKING)

(COUGHING)

TOC, this is Bravo . Jackpot.

I say again, jackpot.

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

(g*nsh*t ECHOES)

CLAY: Bravo , you're clear to move.

(PANTING)

Nice sh**ting, kid.

, this is . Target's secure.

Copy, .

Prepare to exfil.

Yo, yo, hold up. I'm inbound with video.

(LAUGHTER)

This is gonna hurt. Hold your breath.

That's some tough talk there,
pretty boy.

All righty. Can't say I didn't warn you.

Enough talk. Let's get it on.

- bucks he screams.
- No way.

SONNY: Damn it.

- Come on, Ray, go easy.
- RAY: Trust me, brother.

This is hurting me more
than it's hurting you.

You guys know,
on our forward operating base,

we do have these things called doctors,
right?

By the time that they
pull all this frag out,

and write up the paperwork
and discharge me,

you sons of b*tches are gonna
drink all the beer... (SCREAMS)

- (YELLS) Damn it!
- My bad.

- My bad, my bad.
- (SCREAMS)

- I had a heavy hand, man, I'm sorry.
- (GROANING)

Ooh. Wait, hold on, hold on.
We got a monster.

- Monster right here.
- RAY: Oh, yeah, that's good.

CLAY:
Come and get this one off of my tweezer.

(SONNY GROANING, OTHERS LAUGHING)

SONNY: Uh, dainty little touch there,
Mr. Spenser.

- RAY: Ooh.
- SONNY: There is no way

that Stella would ever leave
you for that professor.

We good here?

I'm good if we're good, Clay.

Yeah, we're golden.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

JASON: Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, wait.
Listen up, everybody.

- Hey, give me a second.
- (MUSIC STOPS)

Now, I'm not...
I'm not one for speeches.

I'm not, uh, but, you know,

it's never easy when we lose
one of our own brothers.

But, you know what, finding the guy

who's responsible for taking them out,

sweetest thing I've ever
tasted in a long time.

Right?

So, all right. Here's to Rob Johnson.

Richy Williams, right?

Chris Hall.

For Razor Ramon Garcia.

OTHERS: Razor Ramon.

- Right?
- Garcia.

Mikey Miller.

Mikey, yeah.

Steve Porter.

That's for our fallen Echo brothers.

ERIC: All right, I got one thing to say.

The best of us don't come home.

- To Echo Team.
- ALL: Echo Team.

(SIGHS) All right, now remember,

Steve used to say when the
drinking lamp is lit...

ALL: You should be, too!

(WHOOPING)

(COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC RESUMES)

♪ Sears and Roebuck ♪

♪ Electric guitars... ♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Yeah, remember when I asked
you if any of your guys

were too emotionally involved
to make good decisions?

What are you saying?

That I shouldn't have gone after
the guy who k*lled our brothers?

Think it's more recklessness
than I'm used to from you.

Ghani is not our usual target.

So this was isolated.

Get back on target,
things go back to normal, right?

(CHUCKLES) Always.

Back to normal.

Yeah.

♪ Where do we go? ♪

♪ Where do we go from here? ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JASON: Hey, look at you.
You deserve a beer more than anyone.

Here you go. Cheers to that.

Right? So, you want to take
advantage of my afterglow

and tell me what you volunteered me for

with the reporter?

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

What? What is it? Ghani's not talking?

No, he's talking.

The problem is what he's saying.

Ghani denies having anything to
do with the hit on Echo Team.

Claims he sold the poppy field

right after it was b*rned,
eight weeks ago.

The guy's gonna say anything
to save his own ass.

I know, but the intel backs him up.

Right after the field was destroyed,

he sold it for pennies on the dollar.

- You got to be kidding me.
- The money that you found on that farm,

- not his.
- (BEER SPILLING ON GROUND)

- You kidding me?
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS)

Who did Ghani sell the field to?

Some shell company.

Still running it down, but...

- This is Afghanistan.
- Mm-hmm.

Just keep this between us for now,
all right?

I don't want to ruin
the night for the boys.

Yeah. Guess we all deserve a night off.

Yeah.

You're not coming?

Ah, no. I'm, uh... Lost the mood.

I-I'll catch up with you.
I got it. It's good.

Okay.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi.

Ever just want to make it stop?

Just... just for a while?