SEAL Team

Previously on "SEAL Team"...

Goodbye.

You and Davis. How long have you two been playing house

- behind the team's back? - It is so good to see that you're back

on your damn high horse again.

We look at the way you move, fight, sleep, eat, breathe,

and we figure out ways to help you do

every single one of those things better.

Everything about you so clean and tight,

I don't trust it. You have to prove yourself to me,

and the only way to do that is by showing up

when our ass is in the fire.

Till then, just stay out of my way.

U.S. Ambassador Nicole Marsden is traveling to North Yemen

to ease tensions between two tribes there,

the Bakil and the Hashid.

The Bakil are led by a madman!

It is an insult to me that you would meet with such a man.

Meeting is the only way to talk.

"Diplomacy's a process.

Don't rock the boat".

Navy's not real big on vessel rocking.

We all got to start rocking it.

Lady's something else.

More focused on the task at hand than her career.

Not exactly following the politician playbook.

There's a situation developing near the compound.

This is Bravo 2.

We got troops in contact. I say again, troops in contact.

I've got a man down.

Move, move, move, move.

Ensign Davis, do you believe you can find them

a safe path to the airport?

This is verging on a Blackwater Fallujah scenario,

and I don't want these boys hanging from a bridge.

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

Three soft-skin vehicles evading an unknown number of enemy

- for six miles. - And we'll be with them for every inch of it.

Sonny, Brock, Metal, pull the cars around here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Incoming!

Cover!

Havoc, this is 1. We have no way out of here.

Stand by, 1. Working on it now.

We got to move these people!

Go!

Go, go, go!

Fall back!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Last man!

All stations, this is Bravo 5.

Be advised...

My people are all accounted for. They're terrified but alive.

Keep them down here and keep them calm.

- Got it? - Got it.

- What's the word, brother? - All right. Clay, Brock, Vic, Metal,

- up on the roof. - Let's go.

Sonny, you're with me.

Time to put some numbers on the board, boys.

Chief? Sir? Sir?

Uh, I don't need to tell you the urgency of evacuating

- the ambassador and her immediate staff... - No, you sure don't.

There-There's still a car on the property.

Hey, go sharpen some pencils, all right?

And put some earplugs in.

Is Daniel causing problems?

Oh, Bill Nye the Science Guy's exactly

- what this situation ordered. - Sonny, shut it.

Daniel's greater good is Daniel.

However, he steps out of line again,

we send him out as target practice.

- Yes, ma'am. - Ooh-ee.

Ambassador's got some swag.

Mortars, rockets.

The Bakil forces are mounting a full coordinated assault.

Five minutes, everyone.

I need anything even resembling an exfil option on my desk.

Wheels, rotors,

whatever's gonna get our people the hell out of there.

Yeah, without escalating the situation.

Bravo 2, this is Havoc. Radio check, over.

Good check. Go for 2.

Yeah, I need a sitrep.

ISR feed is clouded with smoke.

We're working on an exfil platform now,

but we need to know what we're looking at.

We've got eight evacuees along with Athena, plus one DSSA,

wounded but stable.

We're strong-holding the compound from three positions.

Taking rockets and mortar fire from an unknown number

of enemy combatants with SAF

and at least three vehicles with heavy guns.

We've seen enough of this place, Havoc.

Uber out of here would be real nice right about now.

Yeah, we're working on it now. Hang in there.

Havoc out.

Rocket. They're probably loading it.

What is it?

Think it's a GTB-7S.

You do realize the fact that you can tell that

from here is a bit freakish, right?

I like freakish.

- Ready? - Yeah.

They're gonna ram the gate, boss!

Hit 'em!

Hold what you got. Hold what you got. Save your ammo.

We're going nowhere fast.

Roger that.

Contact rear! Contact rear!

What the hell is that?

Technical. Vehicle-mounted Triple-A.

Eats new guys for breakfast.

That means move, Vic!

Hey. Hey, north side, get some fire on that guy.

Moving.

Competent.

You think they're retreating?

Where the hell'd they all go?

I was just getting in the zone.

Hey, it got awfully quiet.

They're reloading.

They're regrouping.

Bravo 2, what have you got?

I don't know, it looks like they all pulled back.

Bravo 6, need a sitrep.

Yeah, enemy bugged out all at once.

They're all on comms. They're coordinated.

They're planning a second attack.

Let's go. Back in the residence.

Sir, I've got three helos spinning up.

Polish PZL W-3 Falcons on a UN aid mission

100 klicks outside the city.

Capacity to pull everyone off of the compound

and get them back to the airfield.

- 100 klicks, we're looking at... - They're gonna be there within an hour.

- Nice work, Ensign Davis. - Sir, there is an issue.

Let me guess: they won't fly into a hot LZ?

- Not in daylight hours, at least. - Understandable.

Well, let's hope the LZ stays quiet.

40 minutes until help arrives?

Long as everything remains quiet.

Fact that we're still standing

is a testament to you and your team.

We're just doing our job.

Wish I was as good at my job as you seem to be at yours.

Well, it's a lot easier to convince people to pick up guns

than it is to put them down.

They need to evacuate you

right now, okay? There's still a car on the grounds.

- We can be transported out. - Daniel,

I'm not jumping into a lifeboat before my staff.

I don't go until everyone goes.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Why don't you go see if any of our dear colleagues need help.

Amazing how fear can reveal a person.

I'm sure he'll be the first one out when our helos arrive.

Not first, but only because his lips

are permanently attached to my ass.

Yo.

How you holding up?

Kid bagged a couple barbarians at the gate.

Always be careful of the quiet ones.

They were just chumming the waters

with the old B team on that wave.

Not exactly heavy lifting.

There will be more coming for sure.

Yeah, well, we all pull our own weight

and pull in the same direction, we'll be good, right, Spenser?

Yeah, I'm-a go upstairs.

Hitting the roof.

You know,

I don't think he likes me much.

Neither do I.

Don't take it personal, though.

Ain't nobody like the new guy.

It's true.

I like the kid.

Now clean that up.

Ain't a good look for you, Clay.

What's that?

Look, I'm all about

putting Green Team meat through the grinder.

Holding up the standard, guarding the gate,

but how you're treating Vic, man,

there something sideways with you?

I'm fine.

I get it.

You're not the new guy on the team anymore

and you're not in a place where you can be calling the shots.

Is that it?

And?

And ambition is a dirty word.

You just got to be happy where you are, brother.

Why are we talking about me right now

when-when you're the one who's going sideways?

Since when do you beg to work PSD?

Since Yemen has been on my bucket list, Clay.

They got this brown-meat stew that's supposedly to die for.

There's no frickin' way that you volunteer to work