SEAL Team (2017) s05e13 Episode Script

1 Previously on SEAL Team Jason, what are you doing? Fucking doctor in Germany told me I was at risk for TBI.
Command taking my bird is the worst way it could end.
No one's going to Command, all right? So put the gun down and let's talk.
I read about Marc when I started working on my PTS.
He found a way through.
I figure his story could help you.
War fucked up my brain.
I tried a few things to un-fuck it up.
I had the most success with this.
Those who drink San Pedro reach some sort of enlightenment.
One dose is not gonna magically fix you.
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.
It's underground.
The textile plant is directly above this center.
Hey, do you have any idea where Sonny went? Why, you worried about him? Say hello to my little Blondie.
Where did you get all this shit? Local gangbangers, Hijos del Diablo.
I've never held my son.
And he's been fighting for his life.
His reward was nearly losing his dad because of your fucking pathetic ass.
You really didn't do all that research on that TBI treatment for me, did you? Or was that all just a bunch of bullshit? - It's all real.
- Yeah? I might have dropped the crusade after Swanny, but I didn't lose interest in the issue.
It's kind of a weird hobby if you ask me.
But you know, I'm grateful, though, that you read up on all of that stuff for me, though.
Well, if it keeps you operating any longer, then we're all grateful.
You know I wasn't trying to push you out, right? Yeah.
Yeah, sorry I called you arrogant.
You call me arrogant for a lot of things.
That's 'cause you are arrogant, man.
Gonna be wrong sometimes.
You know, you leave your family behind for the teams, man, for me.
I just did what you would have done.
Team first, team-guy second.
Done that enough to know that there's a lot of collateral damage behind that one, that's for sure.
I'm sure Stella wasn't too enthusiastic that you, uh, came along for the ride.
She wasn't.
But she understood.
I'm just hoping that Davis can nail down this intel on the nuclear enrichment facility so we can go home.
Making hard choices like you did, that's, uh that's some team leader stuff there.
You think so? Too bad you lost your, uh your shot at getting my spot now, though.
Since you put me back on the path of healing my brain, I'll be operating Bravo for the next 20 years.
Oh, we're, uh we're happy to have you keep on engineering the crazy train, boss.
Long as you're with me, the crazy train won't stop, man.
Dude, I am telling you right now, Terry MacDunnagh he was 68 years old.
68.
He was still hunting down dirtbags, buggers.
He was a badass, all right? Yup.
We have seriously created a monster here.
This guy thinks he's still gonna be operating when he's 75.
- Damn straight.
- Did we really have that far to go? - Yeah.
We do.
- Oh, great.
Great.
Hey, uh, any word on the op? Uh, nah.
Davis is still waiting to hear back from the Agency on their recon of the site she identified.
We could've just handled it ourselves.
Do not like all this sitting around waiting.
Neither do I, but it lowers the risk of us getting spotted and compromised.
An op like this, better safe than sorry, yeah? Look, man, maybe I should read the team in on what's going on with my head.
They have every right to know who they're rolling with.
Like you did with the PTS.
Well, the situation's not the same.
Jace, I mean, the guys were questioning my readiness after I froze up in Nigeria and almost got Brock killed.
I almost got the entire team killed, Ray.
- Yeah, but only Ray and I know that.
- Yeah.
Doing it in the pressure cooker of this Omega deployment I mean, it's it's not ideal.
You know, wait till we get home like Ray did.
Oh, what if I fuck up again, huh? We're not gonna let you.
Look, Clay and I will cover down on you, just like you've done countless times for every one of us.
And when you get back home, you address it how you see fit.
It seems like I'm putting it on the back burner here.
It's not.
We got this.
Teams and shit, man.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm starving.
Clay, heading to lunch.
You want to join? Uh No, I'm good, man.
- Okay.
- Not sure I could stomach it.
Actually, I kind of lost my appetite.
Uh, I'm probably just gonna hang here.
You know, hey, on second thought, yeah, I'll use a little fresh air.
Brock, you're driving.
Ugh.
Yo, what's up with you two? Oh, it's just Brock he's You know, he's getting on my nerves.
Just always standing there looking all intense and never says a damn word.
I am not talking about Brock.
I'm wondering why you and Clay have been icy since Jason and I picked you guys up the other day.
You are too smart to play dumb, Ray.
Well, Clay and Jace are BFFs again, which means that Blondedict Arnold probably went and blabbed to Mom and Dad.
Blabbed about what? He hasn't said a word about anything, so, I mean, is there something I should know about? Nah.
Nah, just team guy bullshit.
Well, the fact that you're not ripping Clay a new one tells me that you're at fault.
So, what is it, brother? What-what happened? Hmm.
Sonny Quinn happened.
Thought you and the guys went out for lunch.
Yeah, that was the plan, and then it wasn't.
You know, you can stay if you want, but, uh, you know, I understand if you got to bounce rather, uh, then, uh, be rubbing elbows with me.
Sound like you could use a friend.
Does that, uh does that label still apply to us? Yeah, I think I pissed everybody off and drove 'em all away.
In fact, I don't even know how you're still standing in front of me after I, uh after I treated you so badly recently.
That almost sounded like an apology.
Ah.
Mm.
Yeah, I mean, you've been one hell of an asshole lately.
But the way Clay was worrying when you dropped off the grid I think maybe we'll just call it a victory that you're still around to be one.
Getting a pat on the back for still breathing is a very low bar.
But, uh, seems like the only thing I can clear these days.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one stepping in the shit.
Those-those dainty little feet of yours? Believe it.
Ah, so you're you're throwing the tomahawk to get rid of that stink? Oh, damn, I wish it was that easy, but I really lit a fuse with my white paper.
Call me crazy, but you, of all people, could weather a few academic critiques.
It's the, uh, professional ones that I'm worried about.
Navy captain emailed me, asking for a one-on-one meeting.
You know I always hated getting called into the principal's office.
Well, just wipe out Venezuela's nuke program, and your career is saved.
No pressure.
Yeah, we got a lot of hoops to jump through before we can declare mission success here.
Yeah.
Yeah, I got a head full of questions.
But there ain't a a doubt in my mind that you'll get her done.
You always do, Davis.
Smith.
Let's, uh, see if you're right.
- Looks like Smith and the Agency came through.
- What do we know? My source's recon of the textile factory site Lieutenant Davis identified shows her hunch is correct.
Oh.
We looking at what I think we're looking at? The Venezuelan program is much further along than we thought.
This is a fully operational nuclear enrichment facility.
Renegade country that has the ability to make its own nukes a stone throw from home.
Well, it's one thing to stop them from getting a program up and running.
But now we have to dismantle an active nuclear weapons factory.
Do we have any images inside other than the video? No.
Risk to our source was too high to get more than what you see here.
What we do know from the city records is that the textile factory sits on top of a tunnel system that was built in the 1950s.
We found plans on the Iranians' computer for a verified underground facility outside Saveh.
Okay, so it stands to reason that the Venezuelan used the Iranian setup.
Gives us a place to start.
What do we know about security? It's tight.
There's a large contingent of VSP that patrol the area on a loop.
Well, we're hurting in the headcount department.
Uh, any chance for reinforcement? I could knock the rust off my gun, help you guys out.
Yeah, I'm never gonna say "no" to another shooter.
More rifles in the fight helps, but how the hell are we actually gonna do this? I mean, when the Israelis took out that-that reactor in Syria, they used airstrikes.
What do you say there, Smitty? He did say we could get anything we want, so, uh, what are the chances of you pulling some F15s out of your ass? It's too much collateral damage to risk on an urban target like this.
Brass wants precision.
I'm confident you'll come up with a plan based on the recon.
Let me know when you do.
Hired gun for the fun part after all the heavy lifting's done? I think I just found my dream gig.
Focus up.
It's a big job, can't leave a footprint.
And whatever we do has to be permanent, leave no chance of them rebuilding from the ashes.
Not to mention we can't have this turn into another Chernobyl.
Talk about zero margin for error.
Let's take a break.
All right? Take a break and, uh, we'll just come up with some ideas, and we'll circle back, okay? Still working on it, but we'll crack it.
You know what? Look, there's no shame in calling it a day on this deployment.
What the hell you talking about, man? We got to the red zone, uh, located the facility, you get another team to come in here and spike the football.
No way in hell, man.
I got my Ickey Shuffle down pat.
All right, look, there's something I need to, uh, tell you guys before you roll out with me again.
Davis, I want you to hear this.
Look, it wasn't an RPG that took down the building in Mali.
I told the GIGN to set a charge on an EOD hazard that I had flagged earlier.
Why would you do that? I've been having memory problems.
Short-term really, and all the headaches.
It sounds like breacher syndrome.
So, what's the plan from here? Well, the plan is, when I get home, I'm gonna work the problem.
But as you can see, we're not home right now.
We're heading into a high-risk op, and the biggest liability could be me.
I need you to talk it over amongst yourselves and decide what you want to do.
We did good work here.
But there's no way I'm gonna be the reason why one of you doesn't make it home to your babies, loved ones or your families.
We either go forward, or we go home.
I'll be outside.
I'll be waiting.
Just let me know.
What in the hell just happened here? Is he serious, or is that just the brain injury talking? Look, I think sometimes we forget, he's human just like the rest of us.
He's Jason Hayes, man.
He's not capable of epic-level fuck-ups.
If we pull the plug on this op, it'll beg questions, put his condition on Command's radar.
But it would, uh, get you home to see your son.
There's bigger things at play here.
Right now, we need to all take a page from the Jason Hayes playbook and focus on what's best for Bravo.
We just found out that our team leader's not playing with a full deck of cards, and you two are fine as frog's fur.
Switching up the fire-watch schedules, breathing down Jace's neck.
You're doing that to watch Jason's six, right? Ray, you didn't think we should know? Figured it was on him to share.
Never intended for it to come out down here.
Not like this.
So, how long you been onto him? That, um that medal investigation that I conducted at Ramstein led me to discover Jason took the building down.
Jesus, Clay.
Knowing about Jason, your son being born prematurely that that's a heavy load to be carrying around.
No, what's important is that Jason now knows there's a path to healing.
Someone has to figure out if that path includes this op.
You left your son behind to help watch out for Jason and us.
You ask me about the most selfless thing I ever seen.
I didn't ask you.
Hey.
That was fast.
Uh, well, they're still talking it out, but didn't seem right to have my hand in it, given my role.
Yeah.
Look, I'm sorry if I've put you in an awkward spot there as an officer.
No.
I mean, I actually feel honored that you trust me enough to share.
Would have been really easy to keep me in the dark.
Well, you're one of us, you know, despite the fact that you got those railroad tracks on your collar.
Well, I might not be where I am today if it wasn't for you supporting me.
Yeah.
Everything calm down between you and Command? Not even a little.
I'll tell you what.
Now that you know that my brain's all messed up, you could use it as a bargaining chip to make a deal with them.
Tempting, but your head only makes me want to dig in deeper to the issues in my paper.
As a very personal reminder that we need to put warfighters ahead of war fighting.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
That'd be nice.
But, uh, I know what I signed up for.
Sure, but we can't run the Jason Hayeses of the world into the ground.
We need to do a better job protecting those that protect us.
I remember the first op that we had together.
It was like yesterday.
Wow.
Man, I chewed you out for putting the wrong battery in my pack.
You were like, "Uh, uh, sorry, bud.
Recheck that bag".
And I did.
And I felt like an idiot when I found it.
- Yeah, you know, just first day flexing.
- Nah.
Nope.
That's who you are.
You never back down from a fight.
Neither do you.
You got this.
Well, they're ready for me.
What's going on? Just planning the op you're gonna roll with us on.
We cracked the nut.
You, uh, want to come play catch-up? You're putting a lot on the line here.
Are you sure you want to do this? Just having your six like you always have ours.
Doesn't matter whether we're Omega or Bravo.
We put in this amount of work, we're spiking our own damn football.
Appreciate the faith you're showing in me.
- All right.
- So what's the plan? You see this right here? This subbasement runs underneath the whole facility.
Okay? Now, if we can blow the eight support pylons The enrichment facility will pancake, burying the radioactive material in the centrifuges.
You figured this all out without me? Ah.
Let's get after it, boys.
- All right.
- Hey, what are we dealing with here? Textile factory open from the early a.
m.
into the evening.
It'll be a ghost town late at night.
And civilians will be long gone by the time we blow it up.
Access to the subbasement? We got two options.
North side ramp and south ramp.
Pick your poison.
You know, south ramp is a little more discreet, but it's, uh, barricaded with a security door.
There's no way we're breaching an external steel door like this.
All right, north side it is.
It, uh, has a guard shack there with a couple guys, but nothing we can't handle.
I was never good at math or chemistry until I put it into context, and that was blowing things up.
We can map out a footprint of the facility once we're down there, but how much is it gonna take? Iranian plans show eight support pylons under the enrichment facility.
Now, I can build eight charges.
It's just gonna be a lot.
Each one of them's gonna weigh about a hundred pounds.
- So, that'll bring it all down? - Yeah.
Just got to figure out how in the hell we're gonna be able to hump it all down there.
Truck infils the subbasement via the north ramp.
Davis stays in the van up top, operating a drone for overwatch.
Gonna be outside the wire and exposed.
It's a different beast.
It's not my first rodeo in Venezuela.
I can handle my business if I need to.
We grab the demo down the ramp, set the charges, drive out and blow once we're out.
Exfil? Head out the same ramp? Makes sense.
- Easy in, easy out.
- Zero footprint.
By the time the Venezuelans realize what happened, we'll be back in Colombia.
Sonny, run us through the charges.
Okay.
Picked a hell of a time to pull a disappearing act.
Typical.
Ah.
Man of the hour.
What the hell is that? You find Jimmy Hoffa? This right here is one charge.
I've got seven more built and ready to go.
Here we were thinking you were slacking.
All right.
We move at nightfall.
Kill it.
Knife, this is 1.
I pass Fred.
Copy, 1.
Let's push closer.
Hey.
Psst.
Hey.
- Shh.
- Shh.
Silencio.
Silencio.
Silencio.
Bag him.
Shh.
1, we got a problem.
Coming back your way.
Guy's a maintenance man.
Maybe he doesn't know what's going on below that building.
This guy talks to security, we are fucked.
Well, we can't leave anyone behind.
- What options do we have? - One option stands out.
You really want to add to the body count of this Omega, Sonny? Guy probably kissed his wife goodbye to make two bucks an hour.
You really want - to put him down hard? - No, we can't just drop him around here.
VSP patrol finds him, the whole mission's compromised.
Well, we can stash him with Davis.
Yeah, hold him in her van till we're done.
Cut him loose before we get to the border.
Works for me.
Get him up.
Let's go.
Tape him.
- Ray, good call.
- All hands on deck, right? Get him in.
- Who the hell is this? - That's no way for the babysitter to talk about her client.
We had a soft compromise there, Sammy.
No choice, all right? Got to watch him while we set the charges.
You still want me rolling down there with you? Driving, running a drone, prisoner watch it's a lot for one person.
I'm good.
You heard the lieutenant.
She's good.
Let's go.
You got it.
Let's try this again, huh? Ramp's clear.
Okay, slow.
Smith, hand me the comms relays.
Could've used all this tech when we were in those tunnels in Afghanistan.
Had to become spooks to get all the nifty toys.
So you radio Davis every 20 meters or so.
One of those things fail, we want to know before we get down there.
Knife, this is 7.
Radio check.
Over.
Good check.
How me? Knife, this is 1.
We're almost at the subbasement.
Let's get that bird up.
Roger that.
Knife out.
Well, there's no way I'm flying through that mess.
¡Parada! ¡Parada! ¡Ayuda! ¡Ayuda! Come on.
Shut the fuck up.
¡Callate! ¡Callate! Entrar.
Vamos.
Vamos.
Entrar.
Back up! Back the fuck up! I don't want to hurt you.
You shouldn't have done that.
No he hecho nada.
No he hecho nada.
We're not gonna hurt you.
Where's the fucking bag? Shit.
Shit.
Sonny, make sure we're in the right place.
- Yeah.
- Let's move.
These are the pylons under the enrichment facility.
Crack those things.
This one right here.
Should be a perfect footprint of the intel photo.
Mark all eight.
Knife, this is 1.
Pass Barney.
Get that ISR up? All clear for now, but there's a chance I was compromised launching the platform.
That's good copy on the soft compromise.
We're Charlie Mike.
Let me know if you see any activity at that infil point.
1 out.
If VSP's sniffing around, we can't waste another second down here.
That's eight, just like the intel photo.
Okay, we're ready to go, Jason.
Okay, let's go.
Let's pair up.
Move faster that way.
All stations, be advised, there are eight enemy massing at the top of the infil ramp.
They found the two tango kilo.
Six enemy are moving down toward your position.
How copy? That's a good copy.
1 out.
Look, we could bail.
Get in that truck, head to the secondary exfil point, live to fight another day.
If the Venezuelans got nukes, whole world's gonna be impacted.
Op's bigger than us.
I say we finish it.
Never out of the fight, Jace.
All right.
We finish it.
That means I need two people to stay here with Sonny to help set the charges, which means I can only send three to the bottom of the ramp to square off against the VSP.
Gonna be outmanned and outgunned.
On a 300 Spartan level.
Who you want up there with you, Jason? Spenser.
It's on you to hold the line.
I'll stay back, help set the charges.
What? You think I was gonna wait another 20 years? Check.
I'll get it done.
I'll stick here with you, Jace.
- Right.
- Brock, Smith, grab as many extra mags as you can.
Clay, watch your six out there.
Don't pull any of that hero bullshit, okay? Get those charges set.
Let's move.
Look, those boys are not gonna be able to hold them off for long.
We're staying here, we got to double-time this.
With half the manpower.
- Easy day.
- Let's go.
Make your shots count! Brock, forward, there! Hey, look, I need you to stay here no matter what, okay? You're the anchor.
Got it? - Check, rog.
- Brock and I are gonna keep moving, bring the fight to them, all right? Stay here.
Only shoot at what you can hit.
Got it.
How's it looking, boys? - Few more minutes.
- Same.
What the fuck? - Christ, they keep coming! - Push 'em back! Oh, you got to be kidding me.
No! Intel suggested there were eight pylons that support this enrichment facility.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Not nine! I've only prepped for eight.
Okay.
So, there's one extra support.
- Is that gonna be a problem? - Yeah.
- It's a fucking problem.
- Calm down.
How do we work - the problem? - We can't.
The hell you say? With what we got here this place ain't coming down.
Okay, look, what if we split the charges we have nine ways? That's time that we do not have right now.
All the re-rigging that's not gonna work.
And all nine will remain standing.
Look, I may not be good at much, but I am a demo-god.
Jace, it's not gonna work.
What else do we have? I mean, can we string together some frags? It's like shooting a fucking bear with a BB gun, okay? If one support holds, this entire structure stays up.
All right, so what you're trying to tell me that all the pylons have to go down, or we have nothing? Afraid so.
6, this is 1.
I need sitrep.
6, this is 1.
Radio check.
Fall back! Fall back! Too many of them.
Doing everything we can to hold them off.
That's why I'm here.
Let's take the fight to 'em.
Hammer right! Hammer right! Hey, you got any frags? - I got one.
- Let's go! Send it.
They're running now, but there'll be more coming.
All right.
Let's get back to Sonny.
We got to move.
- Work the problem? - Charges are set on the eight pillars, but it don't mean shit if one of them's left standing.
1, this is Knife.
You have approximately 20 enemy massing at the mouth - of the infil ramp.
- Copy, Knife.
We're gonna be overrun.
We need to pop smoke.
Get to the surface, turn steel, maybe the eight falling pillars take out the ninth.
They ain't like bowling pins.
It doesn't work like that.
What if we weaken the ninth pillar so it crumbles with the rest of 'em? Weaken it? Unless you got a jackhammer in your Leatherman, I can't see how that happens.
Truck.
Got enough space here, right, to get it up to speed and nail it? I mean, yeah, that could work, but that janky piece of shit's gonna get crushed like a soda can.
And then what? We're not gonna be able to drive out of here.
So we exfil on foot.
Secondary ramp's 500 yards away.
Making that run uphill with a whole pack of VSP on our heels.
Yeah, well, that's only a problem if we live to see it.
There we go.
Tell you what.
Demolition derby's our only hope.
You think it'll work? You got to throw the Hail Mary in order to catch the pass.
Knife, this is 2.
We need a new exfil plan.
- We're moving out on foot now.
- Good copy, 2.
You sure you the one should be pulling this stunt? Well, my head's already scrambled eggs, so you know what? I'm a perfect crash test dummy.
Right here, Jace.
You want to hit this one right here.
- Hey, got one more in you? - Yeah.
Make sure it's right there.
Right there, buddy.
Go, Jace! Holy shitballs, it worked, man.
Yeah.
Davis she, uh ? Davis find an exfil point for us? Knife, this is 2.
Any luck on that alternate exfil route? Copy, 2.
There's a stairwell west of your position that will lead to the basement.
Keep moving up, - it'll take you to the exit.
- Copy.
Moving to exfil now.
I copy.
En route to exfil point.
I'll be there.
- All right, look at me, Sonny.
- Yeah? Blow the charges when we get outside.
Do you understand? - Move! Move! - Move! Move! 2, this is Knife.
Your exfil route is obstructed.
Just like the barricade at the south ramp.
How copy? Say again your last! 2, the exfil is blocked by a fortified door.
How copy? 2, I have you broken and unreadable.
Say again your last.
VSP truck! - Get the smoke out.
- Look out! - VSP truck's gonna be on us in no time! - If they spot our charges and remove 'em, total mission failure.
That's why we got to blow it now and move.
Move to the stairwell! Go! Go! Blow it! That was batshit crazy, Jace.
Pulled off the mission and kept the enemy off our asses.
Tell you what, still pretty batshit.
VSP's not done with us yet.
All right, let's keep moving up to the surface.
Come on! All elements, do you copy? Say again, do you copy? Exit's this way.
Come on.
Cover! Cover! Cover! Hey! Jace! Hey! Make 'em count! Frag out! There's no way we're getting through that door! Fuck.
Gonna be another wave coming.
Only other way out is back in the direction they'll be coming from.
Let's fucking go.
Come on.
Move.
We pulled it off.
Hard to believe.
Know what? Never doubted it.
- You in? - Yup, I'm in.
Let's get the fuck out of Venezuela.
- Whoa.
- What? Fuck.