SEAL Team

My baby!

My only baby! No!

Okay, just because Grandma Linda is coming here

doesn't mean I'm not gonna need your help.

All right? There's practice with Mikey,

there's picking him up, taking him to practice.

You know, there's a lot of stuff that I need you to cover while I'm away

in the Philippines... and you're not listening to me.

You're on your phone again.

I am.

Grandma and... Phil somebody.

Phil? No, Philippines.

It's where I'm being deployed, Emma.

- Hello. Put that... - Oh, my God.

I got in. Got in what?

- Tisch. - Where's Tisch?

New York. It's an art school.

Tisch is an art school?

You applied to an art school? Yes.

I told you.

What, and they tell you that you got in through e-mail?

That's how they all do it, Dad. What do you mean?

This is preliminary, to make sure I'm still interested.

And I'm interested.

Okay. Do they have history and math?

No.

Then it's not a school.

You don't want me to go. No, I don't.

Do they have a football team? It's not a school.

I can't believe you. Can't believe me.

What? Art's not a job.

- It can be. - I thought you said that

you were gonna apply to a school around here,

like a normal college. It's my decision.

And what about Mikey? He's here with you.

I'm not here all the time.

I'm not his mom.

Wow.

Thanks for being proud of me, Dad.

Bye.

That went well.

That went really well.

You avoiding me, Davis?

- No. - No? I'll tell you what,

the upside to almost dying in a torpedo tube

is I got a lot time to...

dwell on my mistakes.

And I realized that how I reacted to the OCS news

probably wasn't one of my finest moments.

Hell, I should've just been happy for you.

So, I lived, and I wanted to tell you that, uh,

- I'm happy for you. - Sonny.

- Yeah? - When it looked like

you weren't gonna make it, none of that stuff even mattered.

I was just thinking about you.

Oh, yeah?

I have that effect on people.

We're playing with fire.

I'd much rather play with fire than water

at this point of my career.

Aw, come on, Davis.

Eh, with the whole...

OCS thing, you know, um, our jobs really aren't...

Sonny, I'm not even talking about the rules.

Neither of us have a good track record

with making a relationship work.

That is true.

Who's to say we're not the exception, though?

You really believe that?

I don't know. I don't know.

Neither do I, so...

But losing our friendship isn't worth the risk.

Hey, do me a favor.

Hmm?

If you're gonna play late-night Bobby Flay,

clean up after yourself.

What?

The mess you left in the kitchen.

What mess?

- Oh. - Do I need to add sleep-cooking

to my list of worries?

I forgot. I woke up at, like,

2:00 in the morning craving cheeseburgers and...

decided to make it a reality.

I'm-I'm sorry, baby.

Lovely. Anyway,

clean the grease off the back of the stove, would you?

Yes, ma'am.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

No. No, I was out cold.

I just got hungry, is all.

- Pastor Mel called again. - Did he?

About scheduling Junior's baptism.

Yeah, well...

I'll call him today.

If something's wrong, Ray...

I'm good, babe.

All right? Nothing's wrong.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey.

I ever tell you how good you look in these scrubs?

- I mean, like, really good. - Mm-hmm.

Have a good day at work, okay?

I'll-I'll clean... my mess.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing down here?

I have an interview at Old Dominion.

I miss the raspberry scones.

Figured I'd stop by.

Yeah, they always have your order ready for me every morning.

I don't have the heart to tell 'em.

Plus, the scones are actually really good.

- So... - They are.

how have you been?

I'm fine,

I guess.

Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you.

I wanted to...

apologize for the way...

It's okay, so...

It's not.

At the airport, right before you left for deployment.

I-I hate myself for doing that.

You didn't want to, you know? I-I pulled it out of you.

I've always had the power of persuasion over you.

Yes, that you did.

Look, it...

it sucked, you know, it did, but...

I understand that this world isn't for you, okay?

- You didn't want to ask me to choose. - No.

I would never do that.

Thank you.

Because I may have chosen you.

Really?

Then, yeah.

But now...

You know, the last few weeks I've gained some perspective.

We recently almost lost Sonny.

- What? - H-He's fine.

But, you know,

he said something that really hit me.

He said that the teams are the greatest thing in his life.

And I knew then that the same was for me.

You know, I'm never gonna leave this life.

It's funny that you knew that before I did.

Mm-hmm, yeah. It's funny.

How I knew you.

I know the drill.

You should go.

It was good seeing you.

It was good seeing you.

Clay... be careful.

You know me.

New target package.

You'll want to take a look.

Democratic Republic of the Congo?

American philanthropist Damian Gilmore

wanted to spend some of his Silicon Valley fortune

building a new hospital outside of Kinshasa.

Caught the attention of this man... Ronan Benga.

Self-proclaimed "Eternal King" of the region.

Let me guess... the Eternal King took issue with Gilmore's plans.

Evidently.

Gilmore and his security guards

were found brutally executed outside the hospital site.

All right.

How do we figure into this? Congolese military

has intel on Benga's whereabouts.

State Department wants him renditioned.

General Trask, AFRICOM commander,

is standing by for the warning order.

So how do they know Benga killed Gilmore?

His feet.

Gone.

Exactly.

After Benga kills his enemies, he chops off their feet,

for protection... if they meet again in the afterlife,

they won't be able to catch him.

Ghosts may not be able to catch Benga,

but Bravo Team sure as hell can.

Isn't that General What's-His-Name?

Uh, General Trask.

- Four-star running AFRICOM. - Africa, huh?

Alright, I got 20 bucks that this is pirates.

I'll take that action.

I'll bet you will.

All right, listen up. We have General Trask

joining us from Camp Lemonnier in Djibouti.

Let's try not to waste his time.

Meet our target...

Ronan Benga,

head of a rebel militia group

in the Democratic Republic of the Congo...

"God's Freedom Warriors."

- Boom. - Come on, man.

- Pay up. - Those warlords

- get me every time. - There it is.

- There you go. Just kidding. - Two days ago,