SEAL Team

Previously on "Seal Team..."

We fight for each other.

- On and off the battlefield. - Amen. Let's go.

He's perfect.

I gotta talk to you about my memory issues.

How serious?

It's called breacher's syndrome.

All the terrible shit

that I've seen and done

had me thinking I didn't deserve

happily ever after.

My selfishness down in Columbia

nearly jeopardized this beautiful family of yours.

I know you're sliding

back into your Bravo 2 comfort place.

But get your mind right.

This is my last run with Bravo.

I need to be there for my family.

IED!

We gotta get off this fucking "X"!

Down, down! Down, down, down!

Bravo, this is Havoc. Radio check. Over.

Bravo, this is Havoc. Radio check. Over.

Ah!

All Bravo stations,

I say again: radio check. Over.

Clay!

Clay!

Clay, come on!

Sonny, you good?

I'm good!

Get some fire on that ridgeline.

Hey, Brock, are you good?

Yeah, solid!

- How's Clay? - Get back in the fight, Sonny!

Get back in the fight!

Havoc, 1. How copy?

I say again, Havoc, this is 1. How copy?

Go ahead, 1, I've got you Lima Charlie.

We're taking some serious heavies down here.

- Bravo 6 is down hard. - Copy, one man down.

QRF is en route. Stand by for ETA.

I want every available asset inside 100 klicks

up on comms right now.

How far out is that QRF?

They're at least 15 mikes out from Bravo's pos, ma'am.

They were just ten minutes out; what the hell's going on?

They've been rerouted

- over less hostile terrain. - On whose authority?

Battle space commander's, sir.

Son of a bitch.

It's gonna be the longest 15 minutes of Bravo's life.

Hey. We're not gonna last 15 mikes here.

Not with those RPGs handing us our ass.

We gotta take out that position.

Clay! Clay. Talk with me. Talk with me.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Where's his medkit?

Where's his medkit?!

- Stay with it, buddy. - Sonny!

Sonny, get back on that gun!

Not sure we got the headcount

to make a move on that ridge, Jace.

I'll make it solo.

That's suicide!

Fuck! Fuck!

I need everything on that ridge on my mark.

Send it!

Jace!

Brock, we need ammo.

Grab the GB guys' mags and the go-bag.

Roger that.

Fuck!

Sonny, check on Spenser!

I got him!

Well, look at that.

Uh, Sleeping Blondie's awake!

The fuck happened?

Well, we got throat-punched by some turdnuggets.

Just gonna get this tourniquet a little tighter for you.

Hey. Hey! Win the firefight first.

- Self-aid before buddy-aid. - You sure?

- Go! Sonny, go! - Here, take my medkit.

Fuck.

Fuck.

On three! On the ridge!

I got him!

They're shifting left!

They're shifting left!

Keep trying to flank us.

We gotta hold them here for Jason.

Look alive!

He's down, he's down!

Brock, mag! I'm Winchester!

Here you go, buddy.

- Points out left! - On it!

Hey. Okay.

You ready for some buddy-aid now?

Here.

I'm about to give you some morphine. Huh?

Say hello to the purple elephants, pal.

All right. Keep that pretty face of yours down,

you understand me? All right.

Let's go!

- How far out is Jace? - Not sure!

Ray! He's moving around the saddle!

I see him, I see him!

Got two more heading your way!

I've got two more moving east!

Hold 'em there, Sonny boy!

I've released the ISR platform, Lieutenant. It's en route.

Copy. The Reaper is en route

to Bravo's pos now. Thank you.

And the QRF?

It's about eight mikes out.

I've got a unit being overrun here, Colonel Decker.

I appreciate the situation,

but I got an entire battle space to worry about.

Given the hostile conditions,

rerouting the QRF was the only call, Lieutenant.

Respectfully, sir, I'm not sure

my team would agree with that assessment.

Lieutenant Davis, we need you back on the con here

as our ISR platform comes on station.

Thank you for the update, Colonel.

Yes, thank you, sir. Havoc out.

He just fucking hung Bravo out to dry.

We're about to get eyes on our boys again. Focus up.

Man, as soon as Jace hits that ridge, we're moving!

Clay ain't moving!

Man, how're you set for ammo?

I grabbed a few belts from the truck.

All right, Brock and I will move,

you set a base here.

Roger that.

Brock, gimme something more than this peashooter!

Never out of the fight, huh?

- Sonny, get back out there. - Roger that.

Hey! Nothing on the ridgeline, all right?

- Jason's up there. - Got it.

2, this is 1.

Position cleared. How copy?

Read you Lima Charlie. Shifting fire.

Now that's more like it!

- Brock, move! - Moving!

Moving!

You keep lobbing those golden eggs up there, Clay!

Oh, appreciate that, 1.

Look, I need to get more ammo from the truck. All right?

I need you to operate the pig.

We got about 50 rounds left.

Clay, watch out! Behind you!

Grenade didn't arm.

I owe you, man.

Big, uh... big case of beer.

Though I'll take some more morphine instead.

Yeah, well...

that might be a little hazardous for your health.

Bravo 2, this is 1.

I'm out of rockets. You good?

Yeah, we got this position cleared out!

One left and we got the upper hand!

Check that, check that.

Got two technicals heading our way,

about to chew us up.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc, we have ISR overhead.

- How copy? - About goddamn time.

Those technicals are about to put an end to this.

How many Hellfires does the Reaper have left?

They left us with one.

Better than none.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

We have one Hellfire left.

Stand by, Havoc.

All Bravo stations, this is 1.

You need to flip your strobes on.

Come back to me when you're good.

Strobe's on.

Up.

Bravo 3, are you good?

We're good.

Havoc, this is 1.

All strobes are up. You should see us.

Yeah, we've got five strobes.

You have one Hellfire left. Where do you want it?

Havoc, I'm lassoing two technicals.

200 meters south of hill 477.

I copy a laser lasso on what appears to be

two enemy technicals, over.

A-firm.

Send it.

Stand by, 1. We are comin' in hot.

Reaper, this is Havoc. You are cleared hot.

All stations, this is 1.

Consolidate to Bravo 6 pos.

That's a hell of a sound.

QRF sure took its sweet-ass time.

Brock, see if you can free up the GB guys.

Coming home with us.