SEAL Team (2017) s07e08 Episode Script
Appetite For Destruction
1
Previously on SEAL Team
The battlespace commander over there,
Colonel Decker,
failed to change the comms channels.
Clay's six feet in the
ground because of him.
Hey, Kurt Decker.
[GRUNTS]
ERIC: We need to talk.
It's regarding your future.
JASON: Somebody want to tell me
- where the fuck Drew is?
- OMAR: Being a dope
like you're being, man,
that cost me my son.
You do this, you will regret it.
Asked him to grab something
a ten-year-old would like,
but, uh, do these seem a little adult?
Seems a little not English.
I have arranged for
you to meet Ross Curtis,
one of the DEA's most reliable
informants in the region.
Just to be clear, not all
my clients are criminals.
Yet they undermine
American interests, right?
- War always has the last word.
- You know, I don't know about that.
My boy here, he's got
one hell of an off-ramp.
He's building this place,
gonna be set up to help vets.
A unicorn, huh?
Ben, he's trying to get
his life together, and
Get out. Get the fuck out!
Mikey? What the fuck?
Michael's blood test showed tranq.
It's a street drug made of fentanyl.
that fentanyl precursors
trafficked by the
Beijing-backed Sai Lou syndicate
have been funneled to this man.
Ramon Nazario.
ERIC: To that end, Bravo
will be deploying to La Ceiba, Honduras.
WALCH: Gloves are off, gentlemen.
Happy hunting.
Well, it has been 12 hours since
Bravo played Fahrenheit 451,
and still no lead.
Look, we connect someone from
that cash house to Nazario,
we're one step closer
to proving your theory
- that he's trafficking fentanyl.
- Doesn't convince me
that having an impromptu
bonfire's the right move.
Look.
We needed to see who
cares about that money.
It may not always be apparent,
but there is logic to Jason's choices.
Speaking of choices,
you coming down here to
stop a former Army colonel
from turning Honduras into
a vassal state of China
rather than coasting into
retirement back at home?
That's one.
Well, I think I know the reason.
Why's that?
One last ride with Bravo
before it's all over.
You got me.
What about you?
Isn't it easier to
pull the levers of power
to bring down Nazario in Vah Beach?
And miss a front-row seat
to your last run with Bravo?
JASON: Anyone show at the cash house?
My team back at home has images
of everyone who's gawked at the ashes.
I'm just waiting on FRS results.
Results come a lot faster
when you're breathing down
the team's neck, Davis.
I'm where I need to be.
I don't need a babysitter.
I need a target. That's what I need.
Tip of the spear's useless
until you point it, Davis.
Wow. All my worries that you guys
didn't have your heads
in the game in Thailand,
this is some real
old-school Bravo behavior.
[PHONE RINGING]
Go for Bravo.
Understood, sir.
Your team find me a lead?
Blackburn. Washington's getting antsy.
We don't connect
Nazario to fentanyl soon,
they call us back to Vah Beach.
♪
Hey, you want some, uh, Drew-berries
for your Wheaties there, buddy?
Yeah, I'm not sure they're still fresh.
Sonny made us go to three
different stores looking for this.
Three stores?
You risked blowing our
cover for coffee creamer?
Oh, hey, any news?
I came in here to get out
of Bravo 1's crosshairs,
so just lay off.
Jason's been a lot more like the
guy I was expecting down here.
OMAR: This is the Skin-emax version.
You still haven't seen hardcore Hayes.
Is this Cassius Creamery?
[GASPS]
It's a little taste of home in Honduras.
Oh, this is our first
win since we got here.
Mm.
[CHUCKLES]
[OMAR LAUGHS]
Why, you don't need to
be Encyclopedia Brown
to unravel that you got that for Davis.
- No.
- What gives?
DREW: Knowing what drink someone
starts their morning with,
it's, uh, it's rather intimate.
Yeah, the more time
that you actually spend
with a team, Drew,
you get to learn their
likes and their dislikes.
Oh. Do you mean their,
uh, turn-ons and turnoffs?
- No, fuck no.
- [LAUGHTER]
'Cause, you know, now
that I think about it,
I have noticed a lot of
sidebars and chitchats
between you and Davis.
- [GROANS]
- There's no way the class clown
is talking work.
- Man, you sweet on Davis?
- Mm.
She Cher to your Sonny Bono?
- Davis and I are just friends, all right?
- [OMAR LAUGHS]
My experience, you call someone
you're just friends with,
- you know, "friend."
- Your experience? Okay.
That-that include the little mamacita?
The mamacita you ran
off with the other night
before you missed warno? Hmm?
- She's no one.
- Oh, no one?
Uh, team guys and
relationships, they don't mix.
The reason why we're all single.
- Right?
- Well, that and Sonny's Irish thumb.
- [LAUGHTER]
- Irish thumb.
You know, with, uh, with Bravo 1 back
and your head screwed on right
and Ray sticking around, it's
finally time for Bravo to shine.
You feel it?
Sup, Ray?
- FRS get a hit?
- No. Not yet.
[EXHALES]
Man, we are spinning
our wheels down here.
Yeah.
Sure do have an itchy trigger finger
for someone who's looking
to lay down his rifle, huh?
[SCOFFS] Nah, I just, uh
felt helpless when our boys
got ambushed in Cambodia
and I want to watch
their six one last time.
You are so close to getting out.
Why would you risk all that right now?
How come the guy that's
been ducking the fight
since Sweden is
suddenly angling for one?
I'm sorry, "ducking the fight"?
- Yeah.
- What's that mean?
Balking on blowing up the factory.
Hesitating on the trigger.
- Leaving your teammates behind on deployment
- TRENT: Davis has something.
JASON: Yeah.
FRS from the cash house
popped on Roberto Dubon.
Served under Nazario
in the Honduran Special
Forces unit Los Panteras.
Arson always returns a profit.
- Great call, Jace.
- We've got Nazario dead to rights.
Right. That connects him to cash.
Need to connect him to the fentanyl.
Best bet is to tail Dubon.
See who he's talking to
on the heels of that fire.
- Find a trail that leads to drugs.
- Three teams?
Maximize handoffs, minimize
risk of being detected?
You up for a little cat
and mouse, Lieutenant?
Four teams gives us more coverage.
Well, cake-eaters like to roll up
their sleeves from time to time.
All right. You keep Sonny in line.
Ray, Omar.
Trent with Brock.
Drew, you're with me.
Let's get ready to roll. Come on.
SONNY: Well, how about that?
You and I finally get to get
our Scarecrow and
Mrs. King role-play on.
Didn't Jason just tell
me to keep you in line?
Yeah, no, look, everybody else
can get their tighty-whities in a knot
because you're here to
babysit us, but, hey, man,
- you ain't see me complain.
- I'm not here to keep an eye on Bravo.
I'm hiding out.
Cops know you're the one
that disappeared Kairos?
Army CID.
Blackburn figured out that I
might have learned something
that could send Clay's
brothers out for blood
if I told them.
So he stashed me here in
the hopes it blows over.
Okay, so all you got to do
is prove that China is
propping up a narco-state,
and ain't nobody gonna
give a shit about Decker.
Army's not gonna let an
assault of a now general
go unpunished, Sonny.
Somebody's got to hang for it.
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
This is 1. I'm passing Rubble.
DREW: Dubon's swapping phones,
trying to keep everyone clean.
JASON: I'll get the pics for the FRS.
You do the sniff.
[CAMERA CLICKS]
You know, I'm really aware
that, uh, Sonny and Omar,
they were covering for you
when you ghosted the warno.
Teams and shit, right?
Wolf's only as strong as the pack.
JASON: You know, I've
been real easy on you
since you joined this team.
That stops now.
The shoulder you were so
thirsty for me to lean on
seems to have gone cold.
The shit's gonna get
really kinetic down here.
So either you're all in all the time,
or you just get the fuck out.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Mako 1, you're up. He's
heading east of the plaza.
RAY [OVER COMMS]:
Copy, 1. We got eyes on.
I noticed you like the local
cuisine when we're deployed.
Won't find baleada like that
back home, that's for sure.
OMAR: You could take up cooking
when you retire, learn to make it.
Finding me new hobbies?
- Still pushing me out the door?
- [CHUCKLES]
Nah, maybe holding it open
so you can walk through.
Nothing personal.
Look, this job is all I have.
Longer you're here, less
clear what my role is.
Every frogman thinks
this job is all they have.
Every frogman except you.
Why you're hanging up your wetsuit
for a family business saving vets.
♪
I thought we came to
Honduras to hunt a whale,
not, uh, trail some guppy courier.
DAVIS: Dubon's got to
link Nazario to the drugs
before we can break out our harpoons.
Yeah.
You know, it's, uh,
it's impressive that
your head's still in it,
given the monsters that
are chasing us back home.
Chasing me.
Paper trail ends at my desk.
And it would've stayed
that way had I not
told you what I found out.
What happened to Decker is my fault.
SONNY: His face and my fist,
they would definitely disagree.
It's a shame that one of
us is gonna hang for this,
when all we were doing
was keeping him accountable
when no one else would.
Not "one of us." Me.
I know how much Bravo means to you,
and there's no way I'm
gonna let you lose it.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Bravo 1, be advised HVT is on the move.
Handing off to 5 and
6 in the mobile unit.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
[LAUGHTER, CROWD CHATTER]
HVT is entering the club with
his bag through a side door.
1, what's your 20?
JASON: Front entrance.
Mako, I need you to cover the side exit.
- RAY: Copy, 1.
- DREW: The club could be a ditch point.
A secret way out, tunnel.
JASON: Havoc.
I need you to pair up with someone,
get inside, act like a tourist couple.
Mako has the most
undercover and SA experience.
Well, you and 3 are already paired up,
so I need you to get inside.
Copy.
Ha! Okay, well,
I'm not really sporting
my regular club fit.
You think anybody's
gonna be looking at you?
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
Bienvenidos. Entren.
[WOMAN TRILLS TONGUE]
[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]
All right, looks like
we're getting a drink first.
Bourbon still your poison?
I think I better pick something local.
You know? Blend in.
SONNY [SIGHS]: This is like
pouring salt in the wound.
What is?
Well, you know, work
never allowed us to be a couple,
and now we're here at work
trying to be a couple.
- Does that mean you're against using the dance floor?
- What?
Seems like it's the best way to
maintain cover and follow Dubon.
I just want to forewarn you right now,
I did take salsa in Texas middle school.
The salsa king.
I'll try to keep up.
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
OMAR: You wish you were inside?
No. Sonny and Davis got it covered.
It's just a lot of eggs in one basket.
If Dubon's just there getting
his drink on, we're still nowhere.
Yo, we can get another
layer of surveillance.
1, this is 2.
You want to get a GPS on
HVT's bike while we're here?
Do it.
[LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]
[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]
I think they're talking
about who set the fire.
Did they mention drugs?
No, your guess is as good as mine.
Well, let's linger, see if
we can get the conversation
a chance to move in that direction.
♪
The henchman's got eyes on us.
- We got to get moving.
- Running scared is gonna
raise suspicion.
♪
That worked.
Shit. Where's Dubon?
No luck. You?
He couldn't have gone far.
We lost eyes on our HVT, boss.
You're kidding me. Keep looking.
Mako, this is 1.
We lost eyes on our HVT inside.
RAY: Copy, 1. Need a few seconds.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
DREW: Our HVT's outside the club.
A few seconds is all you got.
OMAR: Fuck me.
- RAY: What's wrong?
- OMAR: Plastic coating. Magnet won't stay.
I got to get underneath.
JASON: Mako, this is 1.
You got to bounce. Now.
He's moving your way.
DREW: They need help.
Bravo 6, what the fuck are you doing?
DREW: Hey, pal. Hey, hey.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
Hey, ma my man. Hey, can I ask you
[LAUGHING]: Holy shit,
those are the coolest kicks
I've ever seen, man.
Hey, where-where'd you,
- where'd you get 'em?
- Fuck off, amigo.
I got to, I got to get a pair.
I want to up my rizz, you know?
You know, for the señoritas.
Hey, don't shoot. Hey, don't shoot, man.
Cut the shit, 6.
No, because, uh, because I'm armless.
- I got it.
- RAY: We're good, 6.
No, you get it? No, I'm armless.
[PEOPLE GASPING]
You like my boots?
Why don't you try one on?
[KICKS LANDING]
WOMAN: Mira.
[GROANS]
What the fuck was that?
Ensuring mission success.
No, I'm good. Thanks.
Yeah, we're done here. RTB.
All in all the time, boss.
[SPITS]
Good news is, our efforts yesterday
allowed us to track
Dubon's crew's phones.
They were up before the
sun visiting these sites.
OMAR: Near the port.
Could be where they're packing fentanyl
into cargo bound for the U.S.
Great, targets to hit. Let's roll.
You mean, targets to check out
and document any evidence of drugs.
RAY: Recon op, copy.
So, we split into two teams?
Hit twice as many
targets in half the time?
Fewer men equals lower profile.
We need to be sure we're
not leaving any breadcrumbs
- that Nazario's men can follow.
- We got to come out
of the shadows at some
point to nail this asshole.
Hey, we're on the same side here.
I understand what you're saying, but
- we still need to
- RAY: All she's saying, Jace, is,
spooking Nazario is
gonna make him harder
to bring down, not easier.
All right, fine. Drew, Omar, with me.
We'll hit the south side targets.
You can't quit me, can you, Hayes?
You got the rest of the targets.
- SONNY: Hey, Jace?
- What?
Since this sounds more
like a sneak-and-creep,
rather than a boom-boom, I think
I should stay back here with
my rifle in case anybody tries
to follow those breadcrumbs.
- I don't think that's necess
- That's a great idea.
One is none. Let's move. Come on.
RAY: Oh.
Need clarity on what your role is?
This right here:
Help Bravo 1 keep his
loose cannon in check.
Roger that.
[SHIP HORN BLOWING]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
I got two nutcracker guards inside.
Why does this seem familiar?
Well, because it looks like the
same dry hole we just came from.
Other team hit how
many dry holes so far?
Two? We're chasing our tails.
JASON: Three dry holes only means
it's more likely that this
is the place. All right?
Three bricks in a row don't
make your next jump shot go in.
If we don't take the shot,
we're not gonna score.
Understand?
[CHIRPING]
Hey.
Thought you might be getting hungry.
Ooh. What do we got?
Ray's team hit three dry holes,
so they're on their way back.
- Yeah?
- Yep.
Well, if we're gonna get a quickie in,
now's our chance.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm so glad that becoming
a father has matured you.
So the kiss was just a cover?
Sonny
Kind of felt real to me.
I know, but
between hunting Nazario and
this Decker investigation,
there's a lot of eyes on us.
We can't do this.
Roger that, Lieutenant.
There's three of us and two guards.
Math's in our favor.
- Let's do this.
- The front door is gonna be
awfully loud and public.
Well, we'll use speed
and we'll use surprise,
- we'll hit 'em straight on.
- Line forms here to shoot scumbags,
but this is supposed to
be a low-profile op, boss.
We need to connect
Nazario to the fentanyl
or we're gonna get ripped
out of this country.
If that fentanyl shit is
in there, then shooting up
the place risks exploding
pills for us to inhale.
Then nobody miss. All right? On me.
[LOCK CLICKING]
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH]
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
Ditch the bodies.
Split up and start
looking around, will you?
I'll take the office.
♪
Fuck.
♪
- Anything?
- Just grease and chemicals.
- JASON: Anything?
- Nothing.
[EXHALES]
They're chopping up cars to sell parts.
The fuck do they need all
this upholstery for, huh?
[SIGHS]
♪
Look at that, jackpot.
OMAR: Jesus. That's got to be
like a thousand pills just there, easy.
That's street value in the millions.
Yeah. It could kill just as many.
OMAR: All right, but we got Nazario now.
Just need to document all
this for the green light.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
All right. Got our
evidence. Time to roll.
Look, if these were missiles,
would we just leave 'em here?
DREW: But what do you want to do?
We sure as hell can't
take it all with us.
[HORN HONKING]
- [HONKING CONTINUES]
- [MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH]
Bye.
That's one way to get
this shit off the street.
- [MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
- [HORN HONKING]
DREW: Truck inbound, guys rolling heavy!
No, come on. Look, we
achieved mission success, boss.
Yeah. This hits the
streets, Americans die.
Look, sometimes you got to
lose a battle to win the war.
They're gonna be on us soon.
They're here to transport this shit.
We slip out the back,
we keep things quiet.
They're gonna see the
dead bodies, anyway.
So I'll tell you what,
might as well get our
money's worth, right?
When they come in, mow 'em down.
What the fuck are we doing?
What we fucking do best,
that's what we're doing.
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH]
- [SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
- [MEN GRUNTING]
[SILENCED GUNSHOT]
[EXHALES]
DAVIS: Hey! What part of
"lower profile" was unclear?
Drugs on target proved
your Nazario theory.
I was worried about breadcrumbs,
you go and create a shitstorm?
A shitstorm that stopped
a bunch of fentanyl
from poisoning people back home.
Telling U.S. Customs what cargo to BOLO
would've stopped it from getting in.
I'm more concerned about the body count
that you left and how Nazario reacts!
Way to keep the loose cannon in check.
Man on fire wasn't
using his listening ears.
Just because you rep the Bravo
2 call sign does not make you so.
I threw a haymaker at the
enemy so they would react, Ray.
I know what the fuck I'm doing.
You and Drew keep taking
unnecessary risks, Jace.
Risks to extend our stay
here. So you can avoid
whatever the fuck is
bothering you back home.
[SCOFFS]
I'm down here because
nobody on this team
can keep you from being
your own worst enemy.
[SCOFFS]
You know what? This some bullshit.
[JASON SIGHS]
Everybody just cool off.
Nazario's gonna make
a move sooner or later.
- Sonny.
- Yeah?
What the fuck's going on with Ray?
Uh Well, there's
something you should know.
[WAVES CRASHING]
JASON: Ray?
I'm not in the mood for another round.
Man, I'm not here to argue.
Not after you KO'd
Omar, that's for sure.
I'll get with him and clear the air.
Why don't you talk to me first?
- About what?
- About kicking vets out of Spenser House.
Sonny and his damn mouth.
Eh.
♪
Look, man, I know how hard you worked
to create Spenser House.
And the fucking impact
that it's gonna have.
All I did was have an idea, Jace.
Naima did all the work.
Only impact I had was
getting Clay killed.
It was arrogant to think I could
walk away from all this, clean.
Nah, I just wish that you
had come to me sooner, Ray.
That way we would have been able
to, you know, work the problem.
And do what? Tell you and the
fellas that I'm not a unicorn?
All the work you've done
to find balance, Jace, I
I can't be the reason
that you stop believing
happily ever after is possible.
I already know it's not.
What's that mean?
Look, man, I tried parenting
Mikey after his surgery, and
it was my parenting that, uh,
put a spiked painkiller in his hand.
And he almost overdosed on fentanyl.
My God, Jace.
And you've been keeping
this from me and Bravo?
- Doesn't affect the team, Ray.
- It does if you're going full tilt
down here to punish the
people that hurt Mikey.
Why not make it personal?
This is what I do best.
So, here we are, back in
our three-foot worlds, right?
Where we can actually handle shit.
So, what do you say we
leave Vah Beach in Vah Beach?
♪
SONNY: How the hell are
we almost out of jerky?
We stocked up on it yesterday.
Brock's got a problem.
And all that salt can't be
good for his blood pressure.
[LAUGHS] Might be why
he's allergic to sleeves.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, Davis. Uh
Look, about the chop shop, I
should've controlled Jason
Hey. Forget about it.
His plan worked, sort of.
Phones we ripped yesterday
lit up with chatter.
High-level meeting of
Nazario's security tomorrow.
Well, how is that only "sort of"?
Uh, they switched out their comms again
before we learned where
it was happening, so
Our only hope now is the
tracker on Dubon's motorcycle.
Good thinking on that.
Someone alert Ray of my competence.
I'm glad we could hold it
down outside last night.
How was your time inside with Sonny?
Oh, no, his, um,
two left feet made for
an interesting two-step.
But I still have all my toes.
- Sounds like she didn't hate it.
- [BOTH LAUGHING]
Y'all can give it up
with the fantasy, okay?
- Seriously.
- DREW: You made a move, and, uh,
- she shot you down.
- Oh, what I want to know
is why in the hell
you buying a comic book
for a kid that you haven't
seen in seven years?
- No. We are talking about you.
- No, we're not.
- I'm with Sonny on this one.
- SONNY: Mm-hmm.
[OMAR SCOFFS]
When, um
When Mo was like two,
uh, his mom cheated on me.
With one of my Team 5 brothers.
- Jesus.
- What the fuck did you do?
[SCOFFS]
Nicky left.
And I fell so far down a bottle,
she had no problem getting full
custody when she married Todd.
SONNY: Todd Gasper, Team 5?
His brother Glenn, he's,
uh, he's on Foxtrot.
OMAR: Ran away from my problem to a team
with a daily reminder of
the guy who stole my family.
Well, that's why you were
so giddy to get on Bravo.
Now, couldn't you have fought
for your kid once you got sober?
It took me years to get clean.
And when I did, I realized
my want would only confuse Mo,
it would shatter his little world.
So, now I send presents
from "Uncle Omar."
And all this time we had
together, shoveling shit,
and you didn't care to share that?
I don't want to be "the guy
whose swim buddy stole
his family" any more
than Drew wants to be
"the missing Echo frogman."
BROCK: Hey, guys.
Davis needs us.
You get a location for this
"high-level security meeting"?
ISR over the current
location on Dubon's tracker
shows what appears to be
a military staging area.
RAY: Camp in the jungle.
- Is Nazario there?
- The chatter
we picked up suggests his brain trust is
meeting tomorrow morning without him.
Doesn't matter. We're going in.
SONNY: Okay, daytime op in the jungle?
Camp is out there for a reason.
Gonna be hard to get close
without alerting anybody.
Well, is it worth the risk
if Nazario isn't on target?
It's a lot easier capturing him
if we take out the security team.
RAY: Yeah. And it's also harder for him
to stage a coup without
the leaders of his army.
We could deliver a
death blow here, boys.
DREW: It looks like hiking
and driving in are no-go's,
and a helo will attract more eyes
than Brock's beef jerky farts.
No, the best approach is to come
in over the beach, right, Jace?
Mm-hmm. We're gonna go in.
Old school, men-in-green-faces shit.
We're gonna hammer the fucking target,
then we're gonna disappear before
these fuckers even know what hit 'em.
Welcome to the jungle, boys.
♪
♪
[MOTOR TURNS OFF]
♪
♪
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Havoc, this is 1. How copy?
Good copy, 1. Bravo is
five klicks from target.
Zero visual due to canopy,
and thermal won't work in the daylight,
so stay frosty.
♪
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER IN SPANISH]
[DISTANT CHATTER CONTINUES]
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
[RADIO CHATTER IN SPANISH]
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
♪
[BRANCH SNAPS]
♪
- [SIGHS]
- [BODY THUDS]
Make him harder to find if someone
comes looking for him, right?
Let's fucking move.
[CREATURES CHITTERING]
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH IN DISTANCE]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
Havoc, this is 1. I pass Axl.
Good copy, 1. Passing Axl.
1, this is Havoc.
ISR has eyes on your pos.
Seeing 12 guards, regular
pattern of movement.
Closest two are 30 yards ahead.
Good copy, Havoc.
- Take them.
- [SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
[CHATTER IN SPANISH]
Jackpot.
Brain trust is in sight.
JASON: Sonny, Omar, Drew,
set the charges on the west flank.
The rest of you, maneuver on me.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CHATTER IN SPANISH]
♪
SONNY: Charges are set. Ready to rock.
1, this is 2. Base is set.
Copy, 2. Maneuver set.
On my word.
DAVIS [OVER COMMS]: 1, this is Havoc.
Vehicle inbound.
Could be Nazario.
[HORN HONKING]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
What the fuck?
What the fuck is Curtis doing here?
RAY: He's definitely
outside his area of expertise.
Havoc, this is 1. We
got a bogey on target.
1, say again your last.
Fucking Curtis is on-site.
What? Are you sure it's him?
A-firm. It's a solid PID.
DAVIS [OVER COMMS]: 1,
hold what you've got.
We cannot assault with an
American citizen on target.
Grab some images and RTB.
I say again, RTB.
How copy?
This is our only fucking
shot. We got to Charlie Mike.
Jace, this is a career-ender.
Could cost us what we do best, brother.
Trent, Brock, get the
boat ready, will you?
Roger that.
Base element, stand
down. Get PID photos,
then prepare to exfil.
You made the right call, Jace.
So, these shitbirds get a stay
of execution because of Curtis?
If he's telling one of his
stupid-ass Tora Bora stories,
maybe Nazario's guys will
suck-start their pistols.
Kill an American war hero on
an op, we are front page news.
Leave it to a goddamn ginger Green Beret
to fuck up a cakewalk.
This guy's on a collision
course with some dead bodies.
1, this is 2.
Our dirty work might be discovered soon.
Good?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Let's hit the beach.
Move to exfil.
Fuck. Drew, put him down.
- [GRUNTS]
- [FLARE SCREECHING]
What the fuck was that?
That's gonna get noticed.
So much for a no-contact exfil.
- [ALARM BLARING]
- Hey. Let's beat feet.
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
Move, move, move, move!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
- Set.
- Moving!
JASON [OVER COMMS]: Break contact,
consolidate back to the rally point.
4, it's gonna be a hot extract,
- you got to meet us there.
- TRENT: Copy, 1. Coming in hot.
- Move, move!
- Covering!
- Fuck is Curtis doing here?!
- Don't fucking matter right now.
- Fuck, move it. Move!
- Moving!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
Last man.
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Covering!
[GRUNTING]
Covering!
Moving!
Moving!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Covering!
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[EXPLOSION]
RPG!
[EXPLOSION]
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[EXPLOSION]
Bravo 4 and 5, we need
fucking extraction now!
SONNY: Low on ammo!
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Winchester!
Bravo 4, we need extraction now!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Ray, go!
Sonny, Drew, move to the boat now!
- Moving!
- Move!
[EXPLOSION]
- [RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
- Get him in!
You're on me, fucking go!
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[GRUNTING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
Keep your heads down.
Get us the fuck home. Move!
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
♪
♪
Previously on SEAL Team
The battlespace commander over there,
Colonel Decker,
failed to change the comms channels.
Clay's six feet in the
ground because of him.
Hey, Kurt Decker.
[GRUNTS]
ERIC: We need to talk.
It's regarding your future.
JASON: Somebody want to tell me
- where the fuck Drew is?
- OMAR: Being a dope
like you're being, man,
that cost me my son.
You do this, you will regret it.
Asked him to grab something
a ten-year-old would like,
but, uh, do these seem a little adult?
Seems a little not English.
I have arranged for
you to meet Ross Curtis,
one of the DEA's most reliable
informants in the region.
Just to be clear, not all
my clients are criminals.
Yet they undermine
American interests, right?
- War always has the last word.
- You know, I don't know about that.
My boy here, he's got
one hell of an off-ramp.
He's building this place,
gonna be set up to help vets.
A unicorn, huh?
Ben, he's trying to get
his life together, and
Get out. Get the fuck out!
Mikey? What the fuck?
Michael's blood test showed tranq.
It's a street drug made of fentanyl.
that fentanyl precursors
trafficked by the
Beijing-backed Sai Lou syndicate
have been funneled to this man.
Ramon Nazario.
ERIC: To that end, Bravo
will be deploying to La Ceiba, Honduras.
WALCH: Gloves are off, gentlemen.
Happy hunting.
Well, it has been 12 hours since
Bravo played Fahrenheit 451,
and still no lead.
Look, we connect someone from
that cash house to Nazario,
we're one step closer
to proving your theory
- that he's trafficking fentanyl.
- Doesn't convince me
that having an impromptu
bonfire's the right move.
Look.
We needed to see who
cares about that money.
It may not always be apparent,
but there is logic to Jason's choices.
Speaking of choices,
you coming down here to
stop a former Army colonel
from turning Honduras into
a vassal state of China
rather than coasting into
retirement back at home?
That's one.
Well, I think I know the reason.
Why's that?
One last ride with Bravo
before it's all over.
You got me.
What about you?
Isn't it easier to
pull the levers of power
to bring down Nazario in Vah Beach?
And miss a front-row seat
to your last run with Bravo?
JASON: Anyone show at the cash house?
My team back at home has images
of everyone who's gawked at the ashes.
I'm just waiting on FRS results.
Results come a lot faster
when you're breathing down
the team's neck, Davis.
I'm where I need to be.
I don't need a babysitter.
I need a target. That's what I need.
Tip of the spear's useless
until you point it, Davis.
Wow. All my worries that you guys
didn't have your heads
in the game in Thailand,
this is some real
old-school Bravo behavior.
[PHONE RINGING]
Go for Bravo.
Understood, sir.
Your team find me a lead?
Blackburn. Washington's getting antsy.
We don't connect
Nazario to fentanyl soon,
they call us back to Vah Beach.
♪
Hey, you want some, uh, Drew-berries
for your Wheaties there, buddy?
Yeah, I'm not sure they're still fresh.
Sonny made us go to three
different stores looking for this.
Three stores?
You risked blowing our
cover for coffee creamer?
Oh, hey, any news?
I came in here to get out
of Bravo 1's crosshairs,
so just lay off.
Jason's been a lot more like the
guy I was expecting down here.
OMAR: This is the Skin-emax version.
You still haven't seen hardcore Hayes.
Is this Cassius Creamery?
[GASPS]
It's a little taste of home in Honduras.
Oh, this is our first
win since we got here.
Mm.
[CHUCKLES]
[OMAR LAUGHS]
Why, you don't need to
be Encyclopedia Brown
to unravel that you got that for Davis.
- No.
- What gives?
DREW: Knowing what drink someone
starts their morning with,
it's, uh, it's rather intimate.
Yeah, the more time
that you actually spend
with a team, Drew,
you get to learn their
likes and their dislikes.
Oh. Do you mean their,
uh, turn-ons and turnoffs?
- No, fuck no.
- [LAUGHTER]
'Cause, you know, now
that I think about it,
I have noticed a lot of
sidebars and chitchats
between you and Davis.
- [GROANS]
- There's no way the class clown
is talking work.
- Man, you sweet on Davis?
- Mm.
She Cher to your Sonny Bono?
- Davis and I are just friends, all right?
- [OMAR LAUGHS]
My experience, you call someone
you're just friends with,
- you know, "friend."
- Your experience? Okay.
That-that include the little mamacita?
The mamacita you ran
off with the other night
before you missed warno? Hmm?
- She's no one.
- Oh, no one?
Uh, team guys and
relationships, they don't mix.
The reason why we're all single.
- Right?
- Well, that and Sonny's Irish thumb.
- [LAUGHTER]
- Irish thumb.
You know, with, uh, with Bravo 1 back
and your head screwed on right
and Ray sticking around, it's
finally time for Bravo to shine.
You feel it?
Sup, Ray?
- FRS get a hit?
- No. Not yet.
[EXHALES]
Man, we are spinning
our wheels down here.
Yeah.
Sure do have an itchy trigger finger
for someone who's looking
to lay down his rifle, huh?
[SCOFFS] Nah, I just, uh
felt helpless when our boys
got ambushed in Cambodia
and I want to watch
their six one last time.
You are so close to getting out.
Why would you risk all that right now?
How come the guy that's
been ducking the fight
since Sweden is
suddenly angling for one?
I'm sorry, "ducking the fight"?
- Yeah.
- What's that mean?
Balking on blowing up the factory.
Hesitating on the trigger.
- Leaving your teammates behind on deployment
- TRENT: Davis has something.
JASON: Yeah.
FRS from the cash house
popped on Roberto Dubon.
Served under Nazario
in the Honduran Special
Forces unit Los Panteras.
Arson always returns a profit.
- Great call, Jace.
- We've got Nazario dead to rights.
Right. That connects him to cash.
Need to connect him to the fentanyl.
Best bet is to tail Dubon.
See who he's talking to
on the heels of that fire.
- Find a trail that leads to drugs.
- Three teams?
Maximize handoffs, minimize
risk of being detected?
You up for a little cat
and mouse, Lieutenant?
Four teams gives us more coverage.
Well, cake-eaters like to roll up
their sleeves from time to time.
All right. You keep Sonny in line.
Ray, Omar.
Trent with Brock.
Drew, you're with me.
Let's get ready to roll. Come on.
SONNY: Well, how about that?
You and I finally get to get
our Scarecrow and
Mrs. King role-play on.
Didn't Jason just tell
me to keep you in line?
Yeah, no, look, everybody else
can get their tighty-whities in a knot
because you're here to
babysit us, but, hey, man,
- you ain't see me complain.
- I'm not here to keep an eye on Bravo.
I'm hiding out.
Cops know you're the one
that disappeared Kairos?
Army CID.
Blackburn figured out that I
might have learned something
that could send Clay's
brothers out for blood
if I told them.
So he stashed me here in
the hopes it blows over.
Okay, so all you got to do
is prove that China is
propping up a narco-state,
and ain't nobody gonna
give a shit about Decker.
Army's not gonna let an
assault of a now general
go unpunished, Sonny.
Somebody's got to hang for it.
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
This is 1. I'm passing Rubble.
DREW: Dubon's swapping phones,
trying to keep everyone clean.
JASON: I'll get the pics for the FRS.
You do the sniff.
[CAMERA CLICKS]
You know, I'm really aware
that, uh, Sonny and Omar,
they were covering for you
when you ghosted the warno.
Teams and shit, right?
Wolf's only as strong as the pack.
JASON: You know, I've
been real easy on you
since you joined this team.
That stops now.
The shoulder you were so
thirsty for me to lean on
seems to have gone cold.
The shit's gonna get
really kinetic down here.
So either you're all in all the time,
or you just get the fuck out.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Mako 1, you're up. He's
heading east of the plaza.
RAY [OVER COMMS]:
Copy, 1. We got eyes on.
I noticed you like the local
cuisine when we're deployed.
Won't find baleada like that
back home, that's for sure.
OMAR: You could take up cooking
when you retire, learn to make it.
Finding me new hobbies?
- Still pushing me out the door?
- [CHUCKLES]
Nah, maybe holding it open
so you can walk through.
Nothing personal.
Look, this job is all I have.
Longer you're here, less
clear what my role is.
Every frogman thinks
this job is all they have.
Every frogman except you.
Why you're hanging up your wetsuit
for a family business saving vets.
♪
I thought we came to
Honduras to hunt a whale,
not, uh, trail some guppy courier.
DAVIS: Dubon's got to
link Nazario to the drugs
before we can break out our harpoons.
Yeah.
You know, it's, uh,
it's impressive that
your head's still in it,
given the monsters that
are chasing us back home.
Chasing me.
Paper trail ends at my desk.
And it would've stayed
that way had I not
told you what I found out.
What happened to Decker is my fault.
SONNY: His face and my fist,
they would definitely disagree.
It's a shame that one of
us is gonna hang for this,
when all we were doing
was keeping him accountable
when no one else would.
Not "one of us." Me.
I know how much Bravo means to you,
and there's no way I'm
gonna let you lose it.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Bravo 1, be advised HVT is on the move.
Handing off to 5 and
6 in the mobile unit.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
[LAUGHTER, CROWD CHATTER]
HVT is entering the club with
his bag through a side door.
1, what's your 20?
JASON: Front entrance.
Mako, I need you to cover the side exit.
- RAY: Copy, 1.
- DREW: The club could be a ditch point.
A secret way out, tunnel.
JASON: Havoc.
I need you to pair up with someone,
get inside, act like a tourist couple.
Mako has the most
undercover and SA experience.
Well, you and 3 are already paired up,
so I need you to get inside.
Copy.
Ha! Okay, well,
I'm not really sporting
my regular club fit.
You think anybody's
gonna be looking at you?
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]
Bienvenidos. Entren.
[WOMAN TRILLS TONGUE]
[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]
All right, looks like
we're getting a drink first.
Bourbon still your poison?
I think I better pick something local.
You know? Blend in.
SONNY [SIGHS]: This is like
pouring salt in the wound.
What is?
Well, you know, work
never allowed us to be a couple,
and now we're here at work
trying to be a couple.
- Does that mean you're against using the dance floor?
- What?
Seems like it's the best way to
maintain cover and follow Dubon.
I just want to forewarn you right now,
I did take salsa in Texas middle school.
The salsa king.
I'll try to keep up.
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
OMAR: You wish you were inside?
No. Sonny and Davis got it covered.
It's just a lot of eggs in one basket.
If Dubon's just there getting
his drink on, we're still nowhere.
Yo, we can get another
layer of surveillance.
1, this is 2.
You want to get a GPS on
HVT's bike while we're here?
Do it.
[LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]
[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]
I think they're talking
about who set the fire.
Did they mention drugs?
No, your guess is as good as mine.
Well, let's linger, see if
we can get the conversation
a chance to move in that direction.
♪
The henchman's got eyes on us.
- We got to get moving.
- Running scared is gonna
raise suspicion.
♪
That worked.
Shit. Where's Dubon?
No luck. You?
He couldn't have gone far.
We lost eyes on our HVT, boss.
You're kidding me. Keep looking.
Mako, this is 1.
We lost eyes on our HVT inside.
RAY: Copy, 1. Need a few seconds.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
DREW: Our HVT's outside the club.
A few seconds is all you got.
OMAR: Fuck me.
- RAY: What's wrong?
- OMAR: Plastic coating. Magnet won't stay.
I got to get underneath.
JASON: Mako, this is 1.
You got to bounce. Now.
He's moving your way.
DREW: They need help.
Bravo 6, what the fuck are you doing?
DREW: Hey, pal. Hey, hey.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
Hey, ma my man. Hey, can I ask you
[LAUGHING]: Holy shit,
those are the coolest kicks
I've ever seen, man.
Hey, where-where'd you,
- where'd you get 'em?
- Fuck off, amigo.
I got to, I got to get a pair.
I want to up my rizz, you know?
You know, for the señoritas.
Hey, don't shoot. Hey, don't shoot, man.
Cut the shit, 6.
No, because, uh, because I'm armless.
- I got it.
- RAY: We're good, 6.
No, you get it? No, I'm armless.
[PEOPLE GASPING]
You like my boots?
Why don't you try one on?
[KICKS LANDING]
WOMAN: Mira.
[GROANS]
What the fuck was that?
Ensuring mission success.
No, I'm good. Thanks.
Yeah, we're done here. RTB.
All in all the time, boss.
[SPITS]
Good news is, our efforts yesterday
allowed us to track
Dubon's crew's phones.
They were up before the
sun visiting these sites.
OMAR: Near the port.
Could be where they're packing fentanyl
into cargo bound for the U.S.
Great, targets to hit. Let's roll.
You mean, targets to check out
and document any evidence of drugs.
RAY: Recon op, copy.
So, we split into two teams?
Hit twice as many
targets in half the time?
Fewer men equals lower profile.
We need to be sure we're
not leaving any breadcrumbs
- that Nazario's men can follow.
- We got to come out
of the shadows at some
point to nail this asshole.
Hey, we're on the same side here.
I understand what you're saying, but
- we still need to
- RAY: All she's saying, Jace, is,
spooking Nazario is
gonna make him harder
to bring down, not easier.
All right, fine. Drew, Omar, with me.
We'll hit the south side targets.
You can't quit me, can you, Hayes?
You got the rest of the targets.
- SONNY: Hey, Jace?
- What?
Since this sounds more
like a sneak-and-creep,
rather than a boom-boom, I think
I should stay back here with
my rifle in case anybody tries
to follow those breadcrumbs.
- I don't think that's necess
- That's a great idea.
One is none. Let's move. Come on.
RAY: Oh.
Need clarity on what your role is?
This right here:
Help Bravo 1 keep his
loose cannon in check.
Roger that.
[SHIP HORN BLOWING]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
I got two nutcracker guards inside.
Why does this seem familiar?
Well, because it looks like the
same dry hole we just came from.
Other team hit how
many dry holes so far?
Two? We're chasing our tails.
JASON: Three dry holes only means
it's more likely that this
is the place. All right?
Three bricks in a row don't
make your next jump shot go in.
If we don't take the shot,
we're not gonna score.
Understand?
[CHIRPING]
Hey.
Thought you might be getting hungry.
Ooh. What do we got?
Ray's team hit three dry holes,
so they're on their way back.
- Yeah?
- Yep.
Well, if we're gonna get a quickie in,
now's our chance.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm so glad that becoming
a father has matured you.
So the kiss was just a cover?
Sonny
Kind of felt real to me.
I know, but
between hunting Nazario and
this Decker investigation,
there's a lot of eyes on us.
We can't do this.
Roger that, Lieutenant.
There's three of us and two guards.
Math's in our favor.
- Let's do this.
- The front door is gonna be
awfully loud and public.
Well, we'll use speed
and we'll use surprise,
- we'll hit 'em straight on.
- Line forms here to shoot scumbags,
but this is supposed to
be a low-profile op, boss.
We need to connect
Nazario to the fentanyl
or we're gonna get ripped
out of this country.
If that fentanyl shit is
in there, then shooting up
the place risks exploding
pills for us to inhale.
Then nobody miss. All right? On me.
[LOCK CLICKING]
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH]
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
Ditch the bodies.
Split up and start
looking around, will you?
I'll take the office.
♪
Fuck.
♪
- Anything?
- Just grease and chemicals.
- JASON: Anything?
- Nothing.
[EXHALES]
They're chopping up cars to sell parts.
The fuck do they need all
this upholstery for, huh?
[SIGHS]
♪
Look at that, jackpot.
OMAR: Jesus. That's got to be
like a thousand pills just there, easy.
That's street value in the millions.
Yeah. It could kill just as many.
OMAR: All right, but we got Nazario now.
Just need to document all
this for the green light.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
All right. Got our
evidence. Time to roll.
Look, if these were missiles,
would we just leave 'em here?
DREW: But what do you want to do?
We sure as hell can't
take it all with us.
[HORN HONKING]
- [HONKING CONTINUES]
- [MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH]
Bye.
That's one way to get
this shit off the street.
- [MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
- [HORN HONKING]
DREW: Truck inbound, guys rolling heavy!
No, come on. Look, we
achieved mission success, boss.
Yeah. This hits the
streets, Americans die.
Look, sometimes you got to
lose a battle to win the war.
They're gonna be on us soon.
They're here to transport this shit.
We slip out the back,
we keep things quiet.
They're gonna see the
dead bodies, anyway.
So I'll tell you what,
might as well get our
money's worth, right?
When they come in, mow 'em down.
What the fuck are we doing?
What we fucking do best,
that's what we're doing.
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH]
- [SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
- [MEN GRUNTING]
[SILENCED GUNSHOT]
[EXHALES]
DAVIS: Hey! What part of
"lower profile" was unclear?
Drugs on target proved
your Nazario theory.
I was worried about breadcrumbs,
you go and create a shitstorm?
A shitstorm that stopped
a bunch of fentanyl
from poisoning people back home.
Telling U.S. Customs what cargo to BOLO
would've stopped it from getting in.
I'm more concerned about the body count
that you left and how Nazario reacts!
Way to keep the loose cannon in check.
Man on fire wasn't
using his listening ears.
Just because you rep the Bravo
2 call sign does not make you so.
I threw a haymaker at the
enemy so they would react, Ray.
I know what the fuck I'm doing.
You and Drew keep taking
unnecessary risks, Jace.
Risks to extend our stay
here. So you can avoid
whatever the fuck is
bothering you back home.
[SCOFFS]
I'm down here because
nobody on this team
can keep you from being
your own worst enemy.
[SCOFFS]
You know what? This some bullshit.
[JASON SIGHS]
Everybody just cool off.
Nazario's gonna make
a move sooner or later.
- Sonny.
- Yeah?
What the fuck's going on with Ray?
Uh Well, there's
something you should know.
[WAVES CRASHING]
JASON: Ray?
I'm not in the mood for another round.
Man, I'm not here to argue.
Not after you KO'd
Omar, that's for sure.
I'll get with him and clear the air.
Why don't you talk to me first?
- About what?
- About kicking vets out of Spenser House.
Sonny and his damn mouth.
Eh.
♪
Look, man, I know how hard you worked
to create Spenser House.
And the fucking impact
that it's gonna have.
All I did was have an idea, Jace.
Naima did all the work.
Only impact I had was
getting Clay killed.
It was arrogant to think I could
walk away from all this, clean.
Nah, I just wish that you
had come to me sooner, Ray.
That way we would have been able
to, you know, work the problem.
And do what? Tell you and the
fellas that I'm not a unicorn?
All the work you've done
to find balance, Jace, I
I can't be the reason
that you stop believing
happily ever after is possible.
I already know it's not.
What's that mean?
Look, man, I tried parenting
Mikey after his surgery, and
it was my parenting that, uh,
put a spiked painkiller in his hand.
And he almost overdosed on fentanyl.
My God, Jace.
And you've been keeping
this from me and Bravo?
- Doesn't affect the team, Ray.
- It does if you're going full tilt
down here to punish the
people that hurt Mikey.
Why not make it personal?
This is what I do best.
So, here we are, back in
our three-foot worlds, right?
Where we can actually handle shit.
So, what do you say we
leave Vah Beach in Vah Beach?
♪
SONNY: How the hell are
we almost out of jerky?
We stocked up on it yesterday.
Brock's got a problem.
And all that salt can't be
good for his blood pressure.
[LAUGHS] Might be why
he's allergic to sleeves.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, Davis. Uh
Look, about the chop shop, I
should've controlled Jason
Hey. Forget about it.
His plan worked, sort of.
Phones we ripped yesterday
lit up with chatter.
High-level meeting of
Nazario's security tomorrow.
Well, how is that only "sort of"?
Uh, they switched out their comms again
before we learned where
it was happening, so
Our only hope now is the
tracker on Dubon's motorcycle.
Good thinking on that.
Someone alert Ray of my competence.
I'm glad we could hold it
down outside last night.
How was your time inside with Sonny?
Oh, no, his, um,
two left feet made for
an interesting two-step.
But I still have all my toes.
- Sounds like she didn't hate it.
- [BOTH LAUGHING]
Y'all can give it up
with the fantasy, okay?
- Seriously.
- DREW: You made a move, and, uh,
- she shot you down.
- Oh, what I want to know
is why in the hell
you buying a comic book
for a kid that you haven't
seen in seven years?
- No. We are talking about you.
- No, we're not.
- I'm with Sonny on this one.
- SONNY: Mm-hmm.
[OMAR SCOFFS]
When, um
When Mo was like two,
uh, his mom cheated on me.
With one of my Team 5 brothers.
- Jesus.
- What the fuck did you do?
[SCOFFS]
Nicky left.
And I fell so far down a bottle,
she had no problem getting full
custody when she married Todd.
SONNY: Todd Gasper, Team 5?
His brother Glenn, he's,
uh, he's on Foxtrot.
OMAR: Ran away from my problem to a team
with a daily reminder of
the guy who stole my family.
Well, that's why you were
so giddy to get on Bravo.
Now, couldn't you have fought
for your kid once you got sober?
It took me years to get clean.
And when I did, I realized
my want would only confuse Mo,
it would shatter his little world.
So, now I send presents
from "Uncle Omar."
And all this time we had
together, shoveling shit,
and you didn't care to share that?
I don't want to be "the guy
whose swim buddy stole
his family" any more
than Drew wants to be
"the missing Echo frogman."
BROCK: Hey, guys.
Davis needs us.
You get a location for this
"high-level security meeting"?
ISR over the current
location on Dubon's tracker
shows what appears to be
a military staging area.
RAY: Camp in the jungle.
- Is Nazario there?
- The chatter
we picked up suggests his brain trust is
meeting tomorrow morning without him.
Doesn't matter. We're going in.
SONNY: Okay, daytime op in the jungle?
Camp is out there for a reason.
Gonna be hard to get close
without alerting anybody.
Well, is it worth the risk
if Nazario isn't on target?
It's a lot easier capturing him
if we take out the security team.
RAY: Yeah. And it's also harder for him
to stage a coup without
the leaders of his army.
We could deliver a
death blow here, boys.
DREW: It looks like hiking
and driving in are no-go's,
and a helo will attract more eyes
than Brock's beef jerky farts.
No, the best approach is to come
in over the beach, right, Jace?
Mm-hmm. We're gonna go in.
Old school, men-in-green-faces shit.
We're gonna hammer the fucking target,
then we're gonna disappear before
these fuckers even know what hit 'em.
Welcome to the jungle, boys.
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[MOTOR TURNS OFF]
♪
♪
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Havoc, this is 1. How copy?
Good copy, 1. Bravo is
five klicks from target.
Zero visual due to canopy,
and thermal won't work in the daylight,
so stay frosty.
♪
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER IN SPANISH]
[DISTANT CHATTER CONTINUES]
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
[RADIO CHATTER IN SPANISH]
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]
♪
[BRANCH SNAPS]
♪
- [SIGHS]
- [BODY THUDS]
Make him harder to find if someone
comes looking for him, right?
Let's fucking move.
[CREATURES CHITTERING]
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH IN DISTANCE]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
Havoc, this is 1. I pass Axl.
Good copy, 1. Passing Axl.
1, this is Havoc.
ISR has eyes on your pos.
Seeing 12 guards, regular
pattern of movement.
Closest two are 30 yards ahead.
Good copy, Havoc.
- Take them.
- [SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
[CHATTER IN SPANISH]
Jackpot.
Brain trust is in sight.
JASON: Sonny, Omar, Drew,
set the charges on the west flank.
The rest of you, maneuver on me.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CHATTER IN SPANISH]
♪
SONNY: Charges are set. Ready to rock.
1, this is 2. Base is set.
Copy, 2. Maneuver set.
On my word.
DAVIS [OVER COMMS]: 1, this is Havoc.
Vehicle inbound.
Could be Nazario.
[HORN HONKING]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
What the fuck?
What the fuck is Curtis doing here?
RAY: He's definitely
outside his area of expertise.
Havoc, this is 1. We
got a bogey on target.
1, say again your last.
Fucking Curtis is on-site.
What? Are you sure it's him?
A-firm. It's a solid PID.
DAVIS [OVER COMMS]: 1,
hold what you've got.
We cannot assault with an
American citizen on target.
Grab some images and RTB.
I say again, RTB.
How copy?
This is our only fucking
shot. We got to Charlie Mike.
Jace, this is a career-ender.
Could cost us what we do best, brother.
Trent, Brock, get the
boat ready, will you?
Roger that.
Base element, stand
down. Get PID photos,
then prepare to exfil.
You made the right call, Jace.
So, these shitbirds get a stay
of execution because of Curtis?
If he's telling one of his
stupid-ass Tora Bora stories,
maybe Nazario's guys will
suck-start their pistols.
Kill an American war hero on
an op, we are front page news.
Leave it to a goddamn ginger Green Beret
to fuck up a cakewalk.
This guy's on a collision
course with some dead bodies.
1, this is 2.
Our dirty work might be discovered soon.
Good?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Let's hit the beach.
Move to exfil.
Fuck. Drew, put him down.
- [GRUNTS]
- [FLARE SCREECHING]
What the fuck was that?
That's gonna get noticed.
So much for a no-contact exfil.
- [ALARM BLARING]
- Hey. Let's beat feet.
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
Move, move, move, move!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
- Set.
- Moving!
JASON [OVER COMMS]: Break contact,
consolidate back to the rally point.
4, it's gonna be a hot extract,
- you got to meet us there.
- TRENT: Copy, 1. Coming in hot.
- Move, move!
- Covering!
- Fuck is Curtis doing here?!
- Don't fucking matter right now.
- Fuck, move it. Move!
- Moving!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
Last man.
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Covering!
[GRUNTING]
Covering!
Moving!
Moving!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Covering!
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[EXPLOSION]
RPG!
[EXPLOSION]
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[EXPLOSION]
Bravo 4 and 5, we need
fucking extraction now!
SONNY: Low on ammo!
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Winchester!
Bravo 4, we need extraction now!
[RAPID GUNFIRE]
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
Ray, go!
Sonny, Drew, move to the boat now!
- Moving!
- Move!
[EXPLOSION]
- [RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
- Get him in!
You're on me, fucking go!
[RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[GRUNTING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
Keep your heads down.
Get us the fuck home. Move!
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
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