SEAL Team (2017) s05e12 Episode Script

1 Previously on SEAL Team I'm sorry about Leanne and Hannah.
You're part of the reason that Hannah left.
If you're flailing around looking for somebody to blame, why don't you check the fucking mirror for once? You think this nuclear program is already up and running? There's more at stake down here than any of us imagined.
Might have to hit the pause button on our project - while I'm gone.
- At least you can have some time to decide if the side hustle is a passion project or a distraction from problems at work.
Your head is not right, - and it hasn't been for months.
- You want to know what's fucking dangerous? Threatening the team leader.
Fuckin' warning.
CLAY: This how we operate - the rest of the trip? - Doesn't feel good going behind his back, but I don't see we have any other option for protecting it.
Yeah! SONNY: Ugh.
JASON: You got to be kidding me, man.
Two weeks, and you're still shit at this game, Sonny.
(LAUGHING) You can't get in my head, man.
There's nothing but space in your head.
You really must get sick and tired of me beating you like a rented mule.
You're out of your damn mind.
I beat you Tuesday, - I beat you Wednesday.
- Uh-uh.
What? - What day is it now? - Well, we've been sitting on our asses for, what, 16 days now, Davis? Yeah, 16 days.
Look, now that we know the dead Colectivos were exposed to uranium-235, I am just waiting on intel from Smith so I can figure out where the Venezuelans are enriching it.
Tell you, why don't you just play me this game so my greatness will rub off on you, and we'll get some answers? I don't want to embarrass you, but those two they could probably use a break from rearranging - the fire-watch schedule.
- What? The Bobbsey Twins? Yeah, they need to get the stick out of their asses, if you ask me.
Oh.
Yee-haw.
I win.
The whole point of the game is to get the rock in the hole, not blow it up, Sonny.
Well, what's the fun of that? Boom! Hey, you know what I've noticed? All of my shifts, either on watch or leave, now line up with one of you two.
You want to explain that? Just managing the workload, brother.
Bullshit.
Both of you are looking for ways to look over my shoulder, isn't that it? - It's not like that.
- It's not like that? If you don't think I can lead this team, you tell it to my face right now, Ray.
Go ahead.
Tell it to my face.
- Straight up.
- (SIGHS) What? He get in your ear, you listen to him? - We're just watching your back.
- Yeah.
While sharpening your knives.
After everything we've been through, you trust that little shit more than me? Jace, look, man, it's killing me to say this, but you're compromised, man, and you're putting the team at risk.
Because this guy here he's still bitching about the probe in North Korea? - No.
- No? Because you brought that building down on us in Mali.
Did not.
Bullshit.
Enemy did that, and you know that.
You and I found an EOD hazard when we were clearing.
Told me to mark it, and then you forgot, right? You had the GIGN just set a charge right on it.
Just want what's best for you and for the team, brother.
I'm what's best for this team.
I'm what's best for this team! What, are you gonna go to Command? - No.
- It's obvious to me that loyalty and brotherhood are just words to you.
You're both a disgrace to the Trident.
Both of you.
Hey, how about, uh, how 'bout you and I go check out the diving in Santa Marta when Brock gets back? I was supposed to link up with Jason to blow off some steam, but his, uh, watch schedule was conveniently swapped.
Means that you and I get to hit the reset button and hang, like old times.
Yeah, look, man, I know you think you're a great substitute for Bravo 1, but you ain't.
Think I'm gonna go in search of, uh, Pablo's hippos.
Where's Sonny off to? I don't know, but it's nowhere good.
Yeah, well, we got bigger fish to fry.
We need to try and talk to Jason again.
The Omega has proven that I can divide the team, not hold it together.
It's gonna be on you to show Jason the light.
Coming to Colombia thinking I could keep an eye on everyone, over being with my son.
Must be out of my goddamn mind.
You made that decision, as hard as it was, for Jason.
So don't abandon him now.
Abandon him? Well, best-case scenario, he boots me off Bravo.
Worst case, he's got me sleeping with one eye open.
Man thinks he's losing the job he loves most.
He He's terrified.
A wounded animal is the most dangerous.
Yeah, especially to himself.
Which is why we have to make him understand that we're on his side.
Outside the wire and in.
Jace what are you doing? Hey, we're here to work this problem with you, boss.
20 years of combat, and all the ways I could've gone out.
Command taking my bird is the worst way it could end.
Jason, no one's going to Command, all right? So put the gun down and let's talk.
You know, the doctor in Germany, the fucking doctor in Germany told me I was at risk for TBI.
Wanted to run more tests.
- More fucking tests.
- Well, did you? You know, I knew the combat was catching up to me.
You know, I felt it.
I had memory loss, I forgot things, it got spotty.
Putting all of Bravo in the hospital and when I am supposed to be leading my brothers, right? Supposed to be leading my brothers, protecting my brothers.
Brotherhood, loyalty it it means the rest of us step up to support you.
All the shit that I have seen in war, one thing that scares me the most is becoming as broken as Swanny.
That's what scares me the most.
CLAY: Science moves fast.
There's a breakthrough around the corner.
Swanny hadn't given up, he could be in a study right now.
There's a lot of promising options out there, man.
There's gene therapies, psychedelics, magnetic e-resonance, hydrogels.
I mean, there I did not sign up to become a lab rat.
- You understand? - Jace, let us have your back for the rest of the Omega, all right, the way you've always had ours.
When we're home, I'll help you find a way forward.
Hey, never out of the fight.
Propped up and pitied.
Propped up and fucking pitied by the guys that I'm supposed to lead.
You give me no choice.
I'm going out on my shield on my terms.
Fuck.
Jace? Yo.
Hey.
I told you to leave me alone.
(SIGHS) Last night was a rough one, huh? (EXHALES SHARPLY) You think? Yeah, well, acknowledging you have a problem is the hardest step, believe me.
Shut up.
And you did that, man.
Now we just got to figure out what to do about it.
(SIGHS) Already told you what I'm doing next, Ray, all right? Going out on your shield, man that-that was the shock talking.
Look, I wrote a letter to Mikey and Emma.
Left it in the cages.
Make sure they get it, okay? You-you wrote a letter before we came out here? You didn't think you'd make it off the battlefield? (LAUGHS) You expect me to do nothing after what you did for me? I expect you to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of here.
Well, you know what, Jace? That's the one thing that I can't do.
You are my brother, Jason.
There's no man left behind.
PTS is treatable, man, and I'm really glad that you're on that path, and you-you've done that, but I'm telling you, I got to get out before I get worse.
You understand? Let's take a drive, hmm? Change of scenery.
Let's get you a breakfast burrito.
You love breakfast burritos.
You're not gonna leave me alone, are you? No, I am not.
If I go, do not talk to me, you understand me? My head cannot take it.
Won't say a word.
SMITH: Bet you didn't expect such a haul when you requested these files, Davis.
Yeah.
Couple more out there.
What is all this? Hard copy of truck routes out of ports in Venezuela over the past six months.
My plan is to cross-reference the delivery manifests with the Colectivos' GPS data, look for any materials that could be used in nuclear enrichment.
You couldn't farm this out to someone back at Langley? Well, I came here to prove myself.
Delegating hunches doesn't seem right.
I don't know if my being here's even been worth it, but How you holding up? I'm having my doubts, too.
Hey, do you have any idea where Sonny went? He mostly communicates to me with dirty looks lately, so Why? You worried about him? Yeah, I, um I've seen him in some pretty dark places.
Just something feels different this time.
Okay, now I'm worried about him.
- What are you doing? - Pinging his phone.
He's in Dibulla.
It's-it's a rough area.
It's totally off-limits.
CLAY: I'm gonna go check up on him and make sure he's staying under the radar.
He's lucky to have a friend like you.
They all are.
You better be stopped because that burrito's working through you.
Fresh air'll be good for you.
Come on.
Fucking kidding me.
Welcome.
How are you today? All right.
I, uh, was wondering if you could help us find Marc Lee.
You're looking at him.
You must be Rick and Joe.
Oh.
(WHISTLES) Hey.
What the hell's going on? This guy's expecting us? Yeah, well, I read about Marc when I started working on my PTS.
He's a former Ranger, had a TBI, made worse with post-traumatic stress.
He found a way through.
I figured - his story could help you.
- All right, okay.
Point this guy back to Woodstock and let's get the fuck out of here.
Hey.
I'm trying to find you some hope, man.
Hope? Okay.
You have a nice day.
I'd like to wish you the same, but your friend told me a little about you, and I can't imagine you envision many nice days ahead.
What, you're just gonna advertise what's going on with me on Stars and Stripes? Is that it? Yeah.
Yeah, I remember that paranoid feeling.
Living with my parents.
Fired from my second job, eight months after getting discharged.
I couldn't stand to think about them taking care of their grown-ass son, so I took matters into my own hands.
Yeah, well, suck-starting a pistol's got a better batting average, buddy.
Well, I didn't want my family to see what we've all seen on the battlefield.
I thought this would be easier for 'em.
My dad found me before it was too late.
I'm happy to tell you about my journey.
(JASON SIGHS) You know, there are records of warriors complaining about slurred speech, inability to concentrate, depression as far back as 3,000 years ago in Mesopotamia.
All right, look, I'm not really into this whole 3,000-year-old history lesson, so, let's go.
Short version war fucked up my brain.
I tried a few things to unfuck it up.
I had the most success with this.
Soup? It's huachuma cactus, more commonly known by the name of the first Europeans who tried it gave it San Pedro, after St.
Peter.
- St.
Peter holds the keys to heaven.
- That's right.
Those who drink San Pedro reach some sort of enlightenment.
Dissolving your ego to confront fear has a way - of balancing you.
- Hmm.
So you're saying the solution to your problems is drinking some cactus plant that makes you shit yourself? Yeah, you're thinking about ayahuasca, but the principle is the same.
Psychedelic drugs work by rewiring neural pathways.
Friend of ours mentioned research into psychedelics as treatment for TBI.
Right.
Evidence shows that psychedelics decrease neuroinflammation and increase neuroplasticity.
Could you explain that in English, bud? The rewiring it allows the brain to bypass scarred tissue and rebuild itself.
It's wild, man, and it works.
Former athletes have started companies to work this problem.
Hell, DARPA's spending $27 million to develop synthetics with all the benefits and none of the hallucinations to treat vets with neuropsych issues.
RAY: The science is coming.
I mean, be a damn shame if you gave up before it got here.
If this stuff didn't work, no way I'd be here.
I'm in.
- Give me the San Pedro.
Mix it up.
- Whoa, no.
Hold on, wait.
Go talk to the plant lady, get it going, bud.
I brought you here for answers, all right, some hope, not to get high.
Scientists are still figuring this stuff out.
One dose is not gonna magically fix you.
We'll wait till we get back home, we'll find some treatments that you're interested in, - find a doctor away from Command.
- No.
I go back home, I'm not gonna have this option, you understand? We're in an Omega op.
Omega is not a blank check.
If Command was - to ever find out about this - You gonna tell Command? If Swanny wanted to do something like this, would you say "no"? (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) (INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER) (SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING) (CHATTER IN SPANISH) Say hello to my little Blondie! (LAUGHS) (SNIFFING) Ooh.
You have any idea how many lines you've crossed? Well, the only lines I'm concerned about are these tasty white ones.
(SNIFFS) Hey, where did you get all this shit? Took it off the Hilajos.
- Who are "the Hilajos"? - Hilajos.
Local gangbangers Hijos del Diablo.
Sons of the Devil.
Yeah, that's appropriate, actually, 'cause they actually got the red ass when I stole their cocaine and their señorita.
- You come here, little lady.
- (BOTH LAUGH) SONNY: Mm.
Yeah.
They was getting wild at the club where I dance, and El Jefe here knocked them out and took their stuff.
I did, yeah, and I figured, well, I got your party favors, so let's go have a party! (WHOOPING) Yeah, well, party's over.
Sorry.
- Oh, come on, man.
- Party's over.
Hey, everyone get out.
Get out now.
Get the fuck out! (SPEAKING SPANISH) Come on.
(SPEAKING SPANISH) Let's go.
Let's go.
Everybody out.
We got to go.
Party's over.
- My hermano is el funo policia.
- Mmm.
- Oh, that's right.
- Adios, papi.
- Te amo mucho.
- Let's go.
(DOOR CLOSES) You have just compromised this entire operation.
No, I haven't.
- You haven't? - Oh, that is strong.
- Really? - No, I haven't because I actually paid for this in Colombian cash, and it's not traceable, and if you noticed, there's no security cameras in this hotel.
That is a shit ton of coke and cash.
- (LAUGHS) - Yeah, these dudes are gonna want it back.
Yeah, well, no, no.
The shit grows on trees down here.
They're not gonna miss it, okay? And the gangbangers they are all hat and no cattle, okay? They're just a bunch of local punks.
They're definitely not cartel.
But I tell you what.
I have a great idea, okay? (SNIFFLES) What do you say, you and I we fire back up this fiesta? You're too strung out to go back to the team.
- You need to sleep it off.
- No, no.
Lay your ass down and sleep it off.
Take a nap, buddy.
Take a nap.
(SIGHS) - Think it's kicked in yet? - Yeah.
Another way this isn't like ayahuasca he can manage the journey alone.
In case you'd rather try it than keep watch.
Oh.
No, I think he needs me more than I need my mind bent right now.
You're a helper.
Well, I haven't felt like much of one lately, but it's how I was raised.
My dad left pretty big shoes to fill.
Tell me about him.
Um, he was a firefighter.
Died on 9/11.
My fault he was working that shift.
Sounds to me like, because of you, he was in a position to help a lot of people that morning.
Never thought of it like that.
I mean, beating yourself up is natural, but maybe consider all the people who lived to see another day because your dad got them to safety.
Yeah.
(SOFT DRIPPING) (LOUD DRIPPING) MALE VOICE: Hayes! The hell is taking so long with those beers? (BOTTLES CLINK) (MAN LAUGHING) Cujo? What the fuck, man? You guys couldn't find a more flattering picture? - I've, uh - Look at this.
- Uh - (BOTTLES CLINK) Yeah, well, I could've could find a new one, but I I don't know if it would make up for Make up for what? Well, getting you killed on the Al-Hazred op.
Oh, Jesus.
You've became a downer in your old age.
You're still hung up on that? You're not? (SCOFFS) I mean Wouldn't be disappointed if you named your son after me, but How'd the rest of the op go? Huh? The team, they finish the job? Erase Al-Hazred? Oh, yeah, I got him.
You bagged the big trophy? Hell yes, brother.
Yeah.
I bet that changed things for you.
Hmm? There you go.
Things go wrong, but they also go right.
To the things that go right.
(BOTTLES CLINK) (DISTANT SIREN WAILING) Let's go.
(SIGHS) It's not enough for you to ruin my deployment, you got to go ahead and ruin my leave, too.
Would you rather have Jason come chase you down - after this bender? - Jace would totally understand, okay? That right there, that is old-school team shit.
Wow.
You know, I never realized the old-school teams were full of selfish assholes.
It's time to put your big boy pants on.
Let's go.
Really? You're gonna square up on me for pulling you out of a career-ender? - Yeah, I am.
- Okay.
Yeah, 'cause that ego of yours is gonna get an ass-whupping one day.
Let's hurry up and go.
Come on.
(DOOR CLOSES) (SIGHS) (DOOR SLAMS OPEN) (GLASS SHATTERS) (GRUNTING) (SHOUTING) - (GRUNTS) - (GUNSHOTS) (SIGHS, GRUNTS) Get off me.
That was quite the death-defying act there, Harry Blondini.
(SONNY SIGHS) Oh, nice shooting.
- Fuck you.
- Oh, come on, man, seriously? You have any idea what kind of shit storm you've caused? Those dirtbags came for us, we put them down, we acted in self-defense.
Big deal.
Gangbangers or not, these are Colombian nationals.
We're off the reservation here, Sonny.
That means there's no bailout from the DoD or State.
Okay, this gets put on us, we're finished.
So, let's skedaddle right quick before anybody gets the wiser.
How many witnesses can put you in this room? Well, uh, one - Great.
All right, let's go.
- Yeah, okay.
Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Fewer eyes in the stairwell.
- (ELEVATOR DINGS) Hey, sir, can you hold that elevator - for us? Oh, Jesus! - (GUNSHOT) (GUN CLICKING) These guys aren't gonna stop until they find what you took.
Everyone in this hotel's at risk.
Listen, man.
You just get out of here, okay? This is my mess.
I'll clean it up.
One guy's got a shotgun, the other guy's hands are empty.
As much as I want to, I can't let you go solo on this.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH) (SHOUTS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTING) Whoa.
All right, I g I guess we're even.
They've already sent two waves, there's gonna be another.
We can disable the elevator, funnel them to the stairs.
Ah, it's like shooting fish in a barrel.
Smart.
Look at that.
Ain't just a pretty face.
- Well, at least we got firepower.
- Three.
Two.
All right, we take the stairs down, spot-check each floor on the way out.
Well, we better be faster than shit through a goose 'cause Hilajos or the cops show up, we're dead men walking.
That happens, I'll kill you myself.
(ELEVATOR DINGS) You think he's okay, right? San Pedro's safe.
No long-term effects.
I am less worried about him having an acid flashback in ten years, than what's going on right now.
The guy spends all of his time focused on his three-foot world; confronting his fears might be a bit much for him.
My first time was definitely overwhelming.
Was not prepared for the earth to literally speak to me.
What'd it say? It's different for everyone.
Okay, but for you? Concept of "moral injury" come up when you treated your PTS? Yeah, damage done to a warrior's conscience by fulfilling his duties.
Get off the battlefield, shame follows you.
I drank San Pedro and the earth showed me the path to forgiving myself.
"Keys to heaven".
Yeah.
I know your friend is trying to fix what's physically broken, but I'm guessing he has emotional wounds just like us, and if his experience is anything like mine, he'll learn the journey to redemption on that plane, then walk it in this one.
Is this a friendly game? What, you think we're wagering souls or something? Jorgito! Whoa, wait a second, how do you guys know each other? You were never teammates.
We're all friends here.
One long line of Bravo brothers, like old-timers day for frogmen.
- (LAUGHTER) - Dead frogmen.
All of whom have kicked your ass on this table.
Highly doubt that, man.
The only time I lost to your sorry ass Had to lay down for the team leader.
- Never stopped me.
- It just goes to show you how little you knew when I drafted you out of Green Team.
Or was I a genius? Pretty sure you owed me three bills when I bit it.
Okay, you want me to beat you individually, or as a team? Get out of the way.
I got next.
I'm gonna bleed you out, Jace.
- Get it? - (LAUGHTER) You can't escape me that easy.
Here we are.
First death you felt responsible for.
First guy you lost as team leader.
Last guy you lost as team leader.
You guys think it's weird he hasn't asked yet? - Asked what? - What it's like.
- What what's like? - Being dead.
CUJO: Guy's waving his gun around, vowing to go out on his shield.
Stands to reason he'd ask if we think he's ready to join us.
FULL METAL: Is he? Are you? Aren't you guys pissed that you're dead? Didn't you read my letter? I died doing what I loved, with the brothers who I loved.
- Same.
- Me, too.
So, no.
Can't be pissed when it's a risk we signed on for.
You only know half of the story.
Taliban retook Afghanistan.
Iraq's pretty much controlled by Iran.
Terrorists worse than Boko are turning Africa into a forever war.
So, do you want to change your answers now? (LAUGHTER) Sounds like you'd be picking at that scab whether we were dead or alive.
Did our work have an impact? Did it mean anything? FULL METAL: A guy still running into the fire after 20 years should know.
JORGE: Fought and died for each other.
The men, not the mission.
Don't need history books to tell me it was worth it.
So, what's it like being dead? Different for everyone.
Yeah? Well, how's that? (SCOFFS) Depends how you're remembered by the people who survive you.
All the guest floors are clear.
Guess you were worried for nothing.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH) (WHISPERS): Hey.
- Pull.
- (EXPLOSION) (ALARM BLARING) (GRUNTS) (GUNFIRE) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTING) (COUGHING) (PANTING) (GROANS) Maybe stealing that coke wasn't such a a humdinger of an idea.
- (SIRENS WAILING) - Oh, man.
Cops find us, we're finished.
It's time to bail.
Let's go.
What if still there's a there's more dudes out there? No one's getting past the first floor.
Cleared the rest already.
Come on.
Let's go.
Get your sorry ass up, Sonny.
Get up.
Let's go.
(DOOR OPENS) Whoa.
Winner, winner.
Whoo! Give him his prize.
(IMITATING FANFARE) "World's Best Boss"? Well, I was, uh, I was never your boss.
That's why it's funny.
It's a thinker.
But you've earned it.
You know, whatever part I had in losing all of you, I I really appreciate you not holding it against me.
You think we're here to absolve your guilt? You've done that yourself, working to remember how we lived, instead of how we died.
Which I appreciate.
Sight of blood makes me queasy.
(CHUCKLES) And lugging around in full kit in your head for all eternity? Fuck no.
Yeah.
Remember how you lived, instead of how you died.
Right.
Right.
CUJO: Finally making peace with all the numbers in your phone, but there's still that one death you're not over, brother.
Who's that? What? Is that for me? Hey.
I'm talking to you.
Hey.
I'm talking to you.
What do you want from me? Hi, babe.
Wow.
As much as I loved Vah Beach, Coronado was always my happy place.
I mean this is it.
This is it.
I mean, this is the spot right here.
We were right here when it happened.
Right here.
This was, this was the spot where I pulled the plug on our future.
Don't be so dramatic.
Our future lasted another 17 years.
Yeah, but not how we planned.
Moving back to Philly, you going back to school.
I chose to stay with the teams instead.
Not the first nor the last time you put the teams first.
Right.
And every time I did, I was just one step closer to your death.
Guys were right, you really are obsessed with my death.
You think? You're worried about how you're gonna be remembered.
I didn't leave on good terms with Emma.
Or with anyone, for that matter.
Well, it's true.
Sucks for me, you seem to remember me as a helpless victim of your decisions.
You are.
I mean, you were.
Hell I was.
It's a good thing Emma and Mikey counter what you put out into the universe.
The kids were too young to understand, you know, how unhappy you were.
(CHUCKLES) Or maybe because they spent more time with me, they saw more than my unhappiness.
- Jace.
- What? Things go wrong, but they also go right.
If you only think about the end, you forget about the start.
What's that? You know what that is.
It's from the quarry.
You uprooted your whole life, moved to a different hemisphere, to open a retreat.
I I admire your commitment.
I'm flattered you think I had a life back home to uproot.
(CHUCKLES) Curious how you managed such a big pivot.
I mean, considering warriors and change do not mix.
I had no choice.
You ever think about that term, "armed services"? Like, if I wanted to be of service, why do I need to be armed? Used to wonder that all the time.
So, all this is your path to forgiving yourself? San Pedro helped me make sense of what I'd done.
Thing is, I don't know how much blood is on my hands, so the scales may never be balanced.
But each person I help gets me a little closer.
RAY: Yeah, sometimes helping one's hard enough.
My wife and I, we-we tried helping this vet, Sam, get him off the streets and into the system, but he, uh, he disappeared on us.
Well, you tried.
That's more than most people would do.
Still, that failure stung.
Thought I could make up for it with plans to help even more guys like Sam.
Something on the scale of what you're doing.
Oh, this place is my full-time job.
You already have one.
Still feel like I'm abandoning people who need me.
He needs you, and you're here.
Sounds to me like you've found your path.
You'll know when the time is right to start walking it.
Copy that.
This is from the quarry where we met.
Yup.
The start.
The thing that went right.
Yeah, I saw this in the water.
Something happened, and you you saved me from drowning.
(SIGHS) You saved my life, and I took yours away.
Oh, Jesus Christ, will you stop saying that? Well, I did.
I did.
Were you driving the truck that hit me? No, but you were in the car running an errand for me, so I was buying wine, beer, and chicken for us.
You're not responsible.
But before that, you, uh, you had a life, you sacrificed so much for me.
You sacrificed everything, and you gave it you gave your whole life up.
No, you don't get to tell me what my life what our life was 'cause we were both there, and despite what you want to believe, our good days outweighed our shitty ones.
People who love me, they end up just getting hurt, and with my situation now, with my head, it's just gonna get worse.
So that's why you want to go out on your shield, to protect people who love you? And you're not deserving of their love when you need it most? The choices I made are why I'm here.
I spent most of my life loving you.
Yeah.
Well, that was a mistake.
I don't regret one minute of it.
I fucked up.
I fucked us up.
I fucked us up.
- How could you not? - (SNIFFLES) - All the blood, all the trauma.
- (SIGHS) But that doesn't condemn you to a life of misery.
If I was alive and asked you to try again you'd say no? You deserve better.
You deserve a lot better than me.
Well, I guess we're back where we started.
What's that mean? I have to save you again.
I will allow you regrets, but I won't allow you to give up on yourself.
I never did.
(SNIFFLES) Jason Hayes, you are worthy of love.
Give me your cell phone.
We got to scrub the vehicle.
Davis is sending a pickup.
Whatever.
Look, man, I I've made peace with the cost of this job, but I did not sign up to get killed over your pity party.
Never asked you to come and save me.
Nearly orphaning your son, that's on you.
What about Leanne? She's out of Vah Beach, but she's not out of your life.
But you're just gonna just throw in the towel on her? Oh, we can't all be as lucky as you, Clay, with the white picket fence, okay? Oh, wow.
Lucky? Yeah, you know what? I'm-I'm fucking I'm really lucky, man.
I've never held my son.
He was, he was ripped away from us at birth, stuck with a bunch of tubes, and he's been fighting for his life all alone.
I can only pray that he gets the same shot at life that Leanne got.
And for being so brave, his reward was nearly losing his dad because of your fucking pathetic ass.
I'm sorry, Cl-Clay.
I didn't That's, like, a tough go for your son, and I You know what, just Sonny, shut up.
I'm done, I'm done with your-your bullshit, man.
I'm done.
I know this is more than you came here for, but I hope it helps put you on the path to healing.
It definitely helped me.
Jury's still out on him, though.
Well just keep him hydrated.
- Stay in touch.
- Yes, sir.
All right.
Whoa.
Let me get that for you, brother.
- (GROANS) Hey.
- Yeah? Thank you.
- You did all this in one night? - All the key drop-offs occur at different locations within these five city blocks.
Yeah, but the buildings are abandoned.
Except for the textile plant.
Which makes it the perfect shield to deter an airstrike for any surrounding building housing a nuclear enrichment facility.
It's underground.
The textile plant is directly above the center.
These drop-off sites are different entrances underground.
("THE WIND CRIES MARY" BY JIMI HENDRIX PLAYING) That's them.
After all the jacks are in their boxes And the clowns have all Gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering On down the street Footprints Dressed in red And the wind Whispers, "Mary" A broom is drearily Sweeping Up the broken pieces Of yesterday's life Somewhere A queen is weeping Somewhere A king has no wife.