SEAL Team

Previously on SEAL Team...

Ray, that's Mandy.

In the SGS custody?

We got to do something.

Tell me where he is. You got 20 seconds.

Letting a terrorist loose on some desperate long shot?

That something could get us kicked from the teams, Jace.

Mandy needs our help.

Don't shoot!

- Mandy. Something up with Ash?

- Cancer. - But having lost my mother,

I would do anything just to get one more day with her.

- Stella's pregnant. I knew you could do it.

Hoping your new DoD Fellowship will open up some new doors.

I'm just broadening my horizons.

You're late.

Worried I'd changed my mind?

No, I was just worried that you got lost.

Well, fortunately for me,

GPS works in Delaware.

- This was a good idea. Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It was. It was one of my better ones, huh?

I'm glad you were free this weekend.

Here. I'm glad you called.

Even though it took a month.

So, did you, uh...

did you get in trouble with the Agency?

- That's what you're thinking about right now? - Well, as a friend,

I'm just genuinely concerned. That's all.

- A friend. - Yeah.

All right, buddy.

Buddy.

Well, um...

I'm out of the Agency,

so what they think doesn't matter to me.

You experiencing something like that, uh,

definitely can, uh...

make things shaky, right?

The reentry process. Was it bumpy?

I made a choice to step back into that world,

and I paid the price. But...

It's not my first rodeo.

- Not my first kidnapping, even. - Mm.

I know sharking when I hear it.

Whoa.

That's a compliment

coming from Mr. Ignore and Override.

- What can I tell you? I've evolved. - Mm-hmm.

That's why we're hanging out here in Rehoboth

instead of Vah Beach.

Ooh, I forgot to tell you that I, uh, spoke

with Dr. McKenna's office,

and she said that she can fit us in

Thursday instead of Friday.

You know, this is a...

It's a pretty big appointment.

She'll tell us the sex if we want to know.

Well, don't we pretty much know anyway?

I mean, Emma. Jameelah. Leanne.

Having a daughter as the first child

seems to be the frogman way.

Yeah.

Well, little girl's probably easier than a boy, anyways.

Said no mother ever.

It's the frogman way.

Fathers and sons tend to be messy.

Is our little run-in with Ash still weighing on you?

More of an ambush than run-in.

Well, Ash is always working some angle.

Just can't figure out what this one is.

I mean...

Why tell me that he might be dying

and then just ghost me again?

Maybe because he came extending an olive branch

that you, uh, snapped over your knee.

Repeatedly.

I mean, have you even tried reaching out to him?

Then who's ghosting who?

I told you two scoops wasn't too many.

How come you got a cup?

That's why.

Because you're messy.

Knucklehead.

Can I help you?

Just brightening her day.

- Our day's already bright, thanks. - That's hers.

Not mine. Not yours.

Want a few bucks?

I didn't ask for that.

Then my daughter and I are gonna continue walking.

Appreciate you letting us by.

You okay, sweetheart?

What'd he say to you?

He said he liked my hat.

Said he used to be in the Navy, too.

Oh, did he?

How is that true?

If he was in the Navy, why is he living there?

It's hard to say, baby.

Your and Mom's jobs are to help people, right?

Yeah.

Can't you help him?

You know what, let's talk about it with Mommy

when we get home, okay?

Come on, monkey. Come on.

Oh. Oh, there we go.

So, uh, your flight was okay?

- Uh, yeah? She, uh... - Yeah.

Little munchkin didn't cry too much

and, uh, piss off some of the passengers?

Emmit gave me your grandninny's Cowboy Cookie recipe.

I took a batch on board. Bribed the other passengers

- into liking her. - Oh, yeah?

- Did you save some for Daddy? "Sorry, Daddy.

I screamed like an asshole. Needed a lot of bribes."

Oh, really? After I went to Costco

and cleared out all the Cheerios for you?

And I, uh,

I got a bunch of different pureed vegetables

for her, as well.

It's quite the artisanal racket they got going on there.

Yeah.

All right, here you go.

I guess... Well, you're sleeping,

- but this is your... this is your new room.

You can take the bed. I'm gonna be out on the couch.

Oh, and I-I got you a... I got you this, uh...

- It's like a massage pad thing. - Mm-hmm.

I-I just thought, you know, with the plane and everything,

might have done a number on your back.

Aw, you're a big-box store's wet dream.

A small price to pay for you, uh,

getting this little munchkin up here.

Few dicey FaceTimes there had me worried about you.

Yeah. You know, it can...

get a little squirrelly inside the wire.

Being away from my little girl.

Oh, uh, uh, Ray was gonna have

a little get-together, um, tomorrow,

and, uh, I was just thinking it'd be cool to...

you know, like, introduce her to all the guys.

- And, you know, if you need more time to... - No, tomorrow's fine.

Sounds fun.

Last one. Get it in there.

Mm-hmm.

Gonna eat that last fry there?

- This one here? - Yeah, that one.

- Would you... - Yeah, sure.

Oh. You got a healthy appetite.

Better be complimenting your own prowess. - Wow.

Interesting.

Oh, God.

Just when we were hitting our stride.

Yeah.

It's not Command. It's, uh, it's Ray.

Sonny's, uh, kid is in town.

There's a party to meet her tomorrow.

God, Sonny's a dad.

What's that like?

Why don't you find out for yourself.

Isn't there a reason we're in Rehoboth?

I mean, us arriving together invites a lot of eyes.

I got a great idea.

Why don't we arrive separately.

So, the last time we did this

in J-Bad,

neither of us was in a very good place.

This is not that.

Okay.

Yeah.

It isn't. Good. We're on the same page.

We're just two friends...

Wearing robes.

- Celebrating my daring rescue of you. - It's a shame

Brock wasn't the first one through that door.

This is where you wanted to meet?

You kidding me? It's safer than the coffee shop.

Nurses can shield me from your haymakers.

Well, sit down.

Not a friendly visit, huh?

I just, uh...

I want to know what's going on with you.

You want to know what's landed me in this chair

with a needle in my chest?

I could tell you, but you would just google it.

If you don't tell me, I'll just ask the front desk.

Too bad you're not on the approved list of close contacts

for my doctor to talk to about me.

What close contacts?

Shit.

Ewing's sarcoma.

Chemo's just the opening salvo.

Soften up the tumors.

Then assault via radiation or surgery.

You don't know which?

Nah.

If this doesn't work, then neither.

What are the chances that it doesn't work?

I didn't ask.

Why wouldn't you ask?