SEAL Team

Previously on SEAL Team... 3, this is Bravo 1. Work the problem.

Somebody goofed. Yeah, somebody goofed, all right.

Whoever made Thirty Bravo 1.

You wrote the letter? You are doing the wrong thing

by trying to take the rap for me.

What about your future?

Goes without saying,

STA-21 is gone.

So you will operate again one day, Spenser,

but it won't be with Bravo Team.

Ray Perry,

back from warrant officer school.

You know, behind that pious

you are one selfish

son of a bitch. Hey! Hey!

But you know, the team would be a lot better off

if instead of you pinning your hopes on everyone else

to fix Bravo, you'd actually be

part of the solution for a change.

Right now, you are stuck in no-man's-land,

and you're of no use to anyone.

Not yourself, not Bravo, certainly not me.

So you flip that switch, Master Chief,

or I will do it for you.

We clear? Crystal clear, sir.

But American soldiers shooting up the country poses

a whole different set of problems for the Tunisians. We're sailors, ma'am.

Nobody will know we're here.

Gonna have to learn patience in this job.

Less point and shoot than you're used to.

Change and operators aren't always a good mix.

Hey.

Look at you, man. You're moving a little slow.

What, you shut the bar down last night with Sonny?

Yeah, you know, poured one out for Bravo,

drowned our sorrows.

I ended up playing lifeguard, literally, when Sonny decided

he was gonna double-gainer off his bar stool.

Well, lucky for him, Bravo's still stuck

in the shallow end for a while, right?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa.

What? That's more action than I've seen in months.

The brass is coming in pretty hot, too.

Yeah, um

something's up.

Hey. I would have called you as soon as I heard, but... Yeah.

What's happening? It's Ray.

What do you mean it's Ray? Ensign Davis.

Sir, what's happening?

Master Chief Hayes, there's been an attack

on a café in Bizerte, Tunisia.

It was a suicide bombing,

followed by armed assailants.

Warrant Officer Perry was in the café.

I'm sorry, he's...

His status is DUSTWUN.What?

What do you... Whereabouts unknown?

I-I'm sorry, what... Whereabouts unknown?

W-Was he there or was he not there?

The agency case officer with him

has been confirmed deceased, but Ray was not found

among the dozen casualties on-site.

No one's heard from him. No, come on.

If he's injured... Did you check the hospitals?

Every protocol is being followed. I'm sorry, sir,

but who do you got looking for him?

Master Chief, I need you to remain dedicated

to Echo's op in Yemen.

Sir, we have a missing SEAL. All hands on deck.

There's nothing for you to do.

What do you mean, I'm just gonna sit on the sidelines...

Let us do our jobs, Master Chief, by doing yours.

Now.

This can't be the way it goes down.

Not Ray, not like this.

As I said before, there's more questions

than answers at this point.

Prime Time probably carried the wounded out of there.

Didn't have a chance to call.

Anything's possible. The situation's evolving.

But they gotta spin us up.

Get us out there looking for him, right?

Officially,

Bravo remains unemployable.

Come on, Blackburn.

You can't hold this scrimmage crap against us.

Okay? Not when it gets real like this.

Our brother needs us right now.

If a response is ordered,

you may be assigned to other teams.

We heard.

So what are we gonna do about it, Jace?

Command's looking at options.

Well, you're part of the head shed now,

s-so find the lever that says, "drop the whole damn Navy on it"

and yank on it.

Get us over there.

All of us.

I'm not involved.

What do you mean?

Lindell's kicked me back to focus on other operations.

There is no other operation. This is your guy, and he's gone.

Tell him you're ops chief for the mission.

That's not how it works over there.

There's nothing I can do.

Jason.

No.

He was there alone.

Yeah. It's, um...

It's his new role.

That's how it works sometimes.

I always took comfort knowing, if something happened,

he had his teammates looking out for him.

He could be fine.

Could be at a hospital,

and the cell networks are overloaded...

Whatever you're not telling me, Jason...

Please.

Forget what you're allowed to say.

It-It's me. It's us.

I know. And if I had any more information,

I would share it with you.

That's why I came over here right away,

because I know Ray doesn't like to keep anything from you.

Look, someone official's gonna

reach out soon with less.

If I were you, I wouldn't even watch the news.

Just turn it off.

As consumer confidence in the metals waned.

So what am I supposed to do,

just sit here alone

in silence, just waiting?

What would Ray want?

Hey, guys.

Hey.

He's gonna be okay.

Thanks.

I'm sure we'll hear from him any moment.

Something to eat. I... Sorry.

Thanks, Trent.

Hi.

Thanks for coming, Sonny.

Of course. Come on. Let's go inside.

New house looks great.

Still a dozen things on Ray's honey-do list

to get it in order.

New job's got him gone more than ever.

Surprised he hasn't roped us into helping paint.

One of the tasks Ray won't let anyone else touch.

His OCD can't handle it.

Yeah. Spent hours on the phone when he was at CWO Academy

deliberating between "Cloud Mist" and "Spring Rain."

Not quite the hell-raiser he used to be.

He probably wanted it perfect for you.

That's the kind of man he is.

When will we hear?

Hey, hey.

What are you doing?

I can't be here, man.

What?

I can't be here. Okay?

Lying to Ray's wife, pretending I was a good friend

after tearing into him like that?

You know what, you shouldn't have erupted about

the whole Marsden thing.

Don't make it worse by bailing now.

I just can't believe the last thing I ever said to Ray

was blaming him for Bravo falling apart.

What did he say to you?

To step up

take some ownership.

Instead, you're ducking out?

Look, man

you'll get the chance to make it up to him.

Maybe go find him and put down whoever did this to him.

Until then, being here's the mission.

I swear, if Thirty starts eulogizing again,

I am gonna stick him in the ground.

You hear?

Hey.

Hey, how's Naima?

Terrified. Hopeful. Hard to say.

And you?

I just feel like

everyone is just, like, looking at me

to fix this.

From the Ops Center, you mean?

Nobody's expecting you to-to do that.

Look, why don't you just go say hi to Naima?

Okay? I got to get some air.

All right.

Nothing.

Even the broccoli. Obliterated.

Yeah, I don't know. People are hungry.

Maybe we could order pizza?

Might be too festive?

What's the most somber topping?

Stella.

Trent. Hey.