SEAL Team

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