SEAL Team

- Previously on SEAL Team... - You'll get me out of the country

- as soon as possible. - You can trust me.

I count at least half a dozen

armed fighting-age males outside our location.

Bravo 1, Havoc's been compromised.

Move, move.

Where is Dr. Craig? Where?

They won't keep him in this country much longer.

Hezbollah?

Dr. Craig's life is in our hands.

Two mags each. Let's roll.

Bravo 1, Havoc is going off-line.

Rendezvous at the exfil point.

We're wheels up as soon as my team arrives, Captain.

Yes, sir.

I'm getting reports on a large explosion

at the Hezbollah facility Bravo hit.

Caracas traffic is usually light at this hour.

- They should be here by now. - Any word

on if they rescued Dr. Craig or his colleagues?

Well, Jason's comms call dropped.

No word on mission success or casualties.

Something feels off.

Yeah. We're running an op with no comms,

no overwatch, no TOC.

Damn right something's off.

All right, let's move.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Had us in the dark there, Master Chief.

Yeah, well, dark is where this op should stay.

Where's Dr. Craig?

He got killed in the raid.

What do I need to know?

Total mission failure.

Come back and check on you in a bit.

- Thanks, brother. - Yeah.

You getting busted up isn't gonna help

my warrant officer rep.

- How you feeling? - Eh, you know.

Leg's gonna get better.

But judging by the way you all look,

I'm not sure I can say the same about Bravo.

What the hell happened?

Dr. Craig stuck his neck out for us and we failed him.

Gonna put the team under a microscope, that's for sure,

but as long as the op checks out, the team will be fine.

Same for your warrant packet.

My promotion's an ugly thing to think about

with Dr. Craig on board.

Stirred up a hornet's nest at the Pentagon.

British citizen,

working as an asset for the CIA, killed in a SEAL raid?

- The optics are bad. - I don't care about optics right now.

I'm concerned about reality.

Reality is that the teams

have had a string of bad press lately

and we can't afford another black eye.

Look, we pulled ISR off target, so I am out of the loop.

Tell me this was a clean op.

I can't tell you that.

What do you mean you can't?

It was...

I was with Command and Control.

All right? When I went to go join my team,

there was an explosion. That's what killed Craig.

Did you identify the source of the explosion?

My priority was getting my team back to this plane alive.

I didn't have time to ask questions.

Well, I suggest that you make time now,

find out what the hell happened.

'Cause we need an answer for Command

as soon as we touch down at Virginia Beach.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

I'm sorry about Dr. Craig.

You feeling okay?

Yeah, I mean, my head's throbbing a bit, but I'm fine.

That's not what I'm asking.

You were a heartbeat away from being killed.

I've been deployed how many times,

but I really never came face-to-face with...

You ever been that close?

How'd you shake it?

Who says we shake any of this?

Bad ops never get any easier, do they?

Only ops I seem to remember.

Blackburn crawling up your ass?

That's 'cause the brass is crawling up his ass.

Dead hostage always makes officers jumpy.

Pentagon is gonna pin this

on us if our story is not airtight.

It's gonna get ugly,

early.

All right? That's their MO.

If I was just a few seconds faster, I...

maybe this turns out different.

What the hell happened in there?

I only know what I saw, brother.

We entered the target building holding Dr. Craig and Dr. Kay.

Bravo 1, this is Bravo 2.

Heading to the second deck. How copy?

Bravo 2, this is...

Say again your last?

Clay, take your team and head upstairs.

All right, roger that. Moving.

Sonny, on me.

Looks like another dry hole.

Or not. What the hell was that?

Bravo 6, this is Bravo 2.

How copy?

On me.

Toss in a crash.

I'm all out!

Crash out!

I didn't expect a barricaded, belt-fed machine-gun.

But I knew the hostage was in the room, so I threw the crash,

and we were about to make entry,

- when the whole damn place blew. - W-Wait a second.

I mean, a crash grenade is just gonna stun the enemy.

It's not gonna destroy the whole room.

Yeah, I know.

We're missing some elements here.

Wish I could shed more light, J.

You know what? Gather the boys together.

We're gonna do an AAR,

figure out why that room exploded.

Right.

We've been pressing in the red since we touched down in Caracas.

I haven't slept in two days.

Why the hell can't we just do this when we get back stateside?

Why? 'Cause we got a British doctor, you know, who worked

for the CIA who was killed in a failed Tier One op. That's why.

And we need to figure out exactly what happened

before we get back home and have Command all over us.

War happened.

How do we know what happened if nobody had eyes inside?

We don't, okay?

So that's why we're gonna reconstruct the op,

put the pieces together and get this puzzle back up and rolling.

Okay, well,

I saw exactly what Ray saw.

Okay? Dr. Craig, he was shouting

in the other room, Ray threw a crash,

it detonated, and then the building almost went like Jenga.

Okay, so Sonny and Ray, they were pinned.

Clay, how about you? Where was your team at?

What'd you see?

Uh, cleared the entry with Ray,

and then Trent, Vic and me, we, uh, we split off

and moved up here.

Bravo 1, this is Bravo 2. Heading up to the second deck.

How copy?

Bravo 2...

Bravo 1, say again your last?

Bravo 2, this...

Sonny, on me.

Clay, Trent, Vic, push left.

Roger that.

Crash out!

It's her. It's Dr. Kay.

Bravo 1, this is Bravo 6.

We've secured hotel two. How copy?

We're Americans. We're gonna get you home.

- Breathe. Breathe. - Hey.

Prep her to move.

Avalanche!

All Bravo elements, S-vests on target!

S-vests on target.

I never heard anyone calling an S-vest.

Yeah, me, either.

I definitely called it.

Yeah, he did. Saved our asses dropping that guy.

All right, well, comms were spotty all day.

So we push up on Dr. Craig,

not knowing that there's tangos on target wearing VIP passes

to the 72 Club.

So if one tango had a vest on,

can't we expect that others did, too?

- Room didn't blow itself up. - Yeah,

it tracks for me that a tango in the room was strapped.

All right, so we know that the enemy was in trouble.

He panics and clacks off his vest.

Clears the team. Ray, you good with that?

As much as I'd like to tie a bow on around all of this,

we were dodging lead; I never saw a vest.

Just because you can't prove it

doesn't mean that it didn't happen.

Sonny,

what'd you see?

Well, with this new Intel on the-on the vest,

I've changed my perspective.

That tango was wearing a pretty baggy jacket.

Pretty hot to be bundled up.

Could be concealing explosives.

Sonny, you'll go on record that you saw a vest?

Indeed I will.

This seems pretty open and shut to me, man.

All right, we're good, then. Get some rest.

Thank you, 'cause I need to go sleep off this Caracas,

take some more Imodium.