Previously onSEAL Team...
Command closed the Nigeria inquiry. I'm clear, babe.
CLAY: This isn't how I wanted parenthood
-to start for us. -HANNAH: Do you even think
you're in love with me?
What are you saying right now?
I think Leanne and I should move on.
-MANDY: What's wrong? -JASON: I just got
a lot on my plate right now.
Maybe we shouldn't book this room for a while.
-Yeah. -EMMA: Breaks my heart
seeing you retreat back into your
miserable three-foot world. Don't worry about reaching out.
ASH: Jason's gonna do what he wants to do, regardless of your input.
-Be careful. -ERIC: You've been called here today
for an Omega operation in South America.
No backstop, no footprint.
You will be on your own.
SMITH: Bravo Team, welcome to Colombia. Your operations
will be over the border.
-Venezuela. -Dr. Francisco Guillen
is developing a nuclear weapons program.
A kill of Guillen will strike a fatal blow to it.
What if there's more to the nuclear program than Guillen?
Capture may be the better option.
Not worth the risk.
You and I aren't the only ones
seeing that capture's the smarter play here.
My vote is to not start Bravo Civil War on day one.
SONNY: Just because you didn't get your way with the op plan
doesn't mean you need to micromanage me.
What would happen to us if Bravo 6 wasn't here
-to save us all. -JASON: Who are these guys?
DAVIS: FRS just identified them as Iranian nationals.
If they're here, the Venezuelan program is real.
Hey, your head is not right, and it hasn't been for months.
That's your fuckin' play? Stick me with TBI,
so you have a clear path to being Bravo 1?
You being compromised is dangerous for everyone.
You want to know what's fuckin' dangerous? Huh?
You threatening the team leader.
So you better think long and hard,
'cause next time's not gonna be a fuckin' warning.
-[weapons firing on TV] -[belches]
RAY [sniffing]: Oh, that is some kind of rotten.
BROCK: Smells like the ghost of Full Metal's skivvies.
DAVIS: Welcome back.
We just spent three days in a stakeout van.
Why do we smell fresher than the funk in here?
I know you're not coming at me with that.
[scoffs] Guys.
You know we're on an Omega op here,
which means we're on our own.
You make a mess, you got to clean it up.
-You can't let it just fester. -Mess or not,
place is still fuckin' rodent-infested.
RAY: Sonny, isn't that
that burger joint that you like next to the bar?
How many times you been?
Not enough times to get a Shakira action figure.
I think that all the sodium has Sonny forgetting
that we're supposed to be invisible down here.
CLAY: Same bar every night.
Those two-for-one Cuervo shots are gonna bring us
-some unwanted attention. -Look, if you wanted to stay safe,
maybe you should have stayed home, Cinderella.
SONNY: Like Jason told you,
but you didn't want to listen.
Jason. What happened when I was gone?
The place is trashed. Sonny's hungover,
sniping at Clay, who seems miserable.
Low-man's issues don't concern me.
You barely looked at him in two weeks, man.
You refused to do recon with him. Why?
Just because he questioned your call on killing the scientist?
Look, you got anything off your surveillance we can move on?
Hmm? Anything at all?
[Jason clears throat]
-Yeah, the pattern-of-life held. We're good to go. -Good.
-Davis. -Yo.
Ray's got intel. Team room in 20.
Oh, yes. Fuckin' finally.
[takes deep breath]
Hey.
With our recon shifts, I haven't had a chance to talk to you.
Thought I warned you about what you were gonna say next,
didn't I?
What I said that night, uh...
I'm not gunning for you.
I'm trying to help you.
Right, so you think my head's so busted I forgot about that?
With us... with us rolling out, I just, I want to clear the air
so there are no issues downrange.
Okay, so you shit on me,
then you think it's on both of us to light a match?
Tell you what, you want things to be good with us downrange,
stay the fuck out of my way.
♪
Ephraim Zaid and Arman Soroush,
the Iranian defense experts we believe were aiding Dr. Guillen
in establishing the Venezuelan nuclear weapons program.
Guillen is the brains behind the program.
-Now his brains are all over the dashboard. -With the mastermind X'd out,
we'll just sweep up the leftovers.
Well, the fact that the Iranians stuck around
after Guillen's death means there are probably still embers
-of the program we need to smother. -Sounds like there's more
to the story than Guillen.
When we get our hands on those computers,
-they'll tell the story. -DAVIS: Well, lucky for us
these two are creatures of habit.
1700 every evening, Zaid leaves his hotel
for a 30-minute jog.
Soroush hits the hotel bar at the same time.
Well, that gives us a window to Watergate their rooms.
Should take ten minutes to clone their hard drives.
My recon shift, Soroush guzzles a drink
and went back up to his room.
He was outside for barely two minutes.
That happens again, we're screwed.
We'll have a contingency plan in place.
No. Heist like this has got to be clockwork.
I mean, any friction between the gears, it falls apart.
Everybody stays in their lane, there won't be any friction.
Yo.
Hey, am I missing something with you and Jace?
-Ask him. -I'm asking you.
We got an op to run.
Is this gonna blow over or is it gonna blow up?
[sighs]
He's not right.
-He hasn't been for months. -About what?
What are you talking about, man?
Jason's forgetting things.
Saw it inside the wire first, but now it's crawled outside.
Could be TBI.
You know, you can get a bird pulled,
you start tossing stuff like that around.
That's why I wasn't gonna say anything down here, but...
after the, uh, after the Guillen op,
it just...
-it just kind of came out. -Hold on,
you dropped that on him here? What the hell were you thinking?
[exhales] I didn't want to do it this way, but Bravo's not safe
if he's compromised.
[chuckles]: We are trying to stop the next Cuban Missile Crisis here,
and-and-and you would jeopardize that mission for what, to...
for your burning need to find some chink in Jason's armor
to show him up?
Seriously?
You really think that I'd leave my child in the NICU
-to come down here for some power grab? -I don't know
what your angle is, but this ain't the place for it.
I mean, Jason's fine.
[takes deep breath]
Jason brought that building down on us in Mali, Ray.
Bullshit.
Command knows it was an RPG.
[sighs]
On target, Jason and I...
marked an explosives cache, and then he forgot.
He told the partner force
to put a wall charge right on that hazard.
He put us all in the hospital, Ray.
Do not tell me that you threw that allegation at him here.
No, I didn't. But it's not an allegation.
-It's a fact. -According to you.
I didn't want to believe it at first, either.
Not another word.
All right? To anyone.
Of all the risks we face down here,
the biggest threat to Bravo is your mouth.
[indistinct chatter]
[piano music playing]
Burns is heading out for his jog.
Smithers is still at the bar.
Security at his usual spot.
Copy all. Heading upstairs.
SONNY: Smithers is about to get out of here real quick.
Downright disrespectful to that 21-year-old
lantern fuel.
Oh.
[chuckles]: Oh. Uh, pardon me.
-My apologies. -Oh, I'm always in a rush
when it's the one time of day I can slow down.
You're right. What's the hurry?
What are you drinking?
Surprise me.
JASON: 2, this is 6, Knife has Smithers at the bar.
Rip those laptops ASAP.
[quiet beeping]
♪
[clacks]
Well, the truth is that I'm hoping my work down here
dazzles my bosses back in the panhandle,
gets me out of trouble.
Oil is a dirty business.
Dirty's never bothered me.
Burns is back. Looks like he's injured.
How copy?
Good copy. Upload in progress.
Yeah, copy.
Got two minutes left on my upload.
Just got another security guard that we didn't clock.
They're heading to the elevators.
RAY: Smithers' upload complete.
Moving to the hall.
One hard drive's enough. Get out of the room, 6.
Just need another minute.
Get out of the room now, 6.
CLAY: He'll be slow getting up here.
GUARD: Easy.
JASON: 6, get out of the room now.
GUARD: Let me get some ice.
RAY: 6, you are clear.
JASON: 6, do you copy?
[ice cubes clattering]
Jackpot.
Tell you what, Keyser Soöze himself
couldn't have masterminded a slicker heist.
Except the DoD's gonna be able to buy one less jet
after they see Sonny's bar tab.
Sober enough to keep myself from warning the Iranian
that you'll break him in two.
You saved us. Ignore him.
Yo. You just quarterbacked a ninja op, man.
-What's got you so down? -Spenser went against me out there.
Well, he made a judgment call. And it worked out, I might add.
His ego's gonna cost us one day.
Look, Jace, don't let what's going on between the two of you
start making you spin out, brother.
It's not. It's your problem now.
Keep him away from me.
JASON: Davis.
-Yo. -What's the payday from the hotel?
Um, still filtering through it all, but the Iranians
were definitely working hand in hand with Guillen.
They provided schematics
for known Iranian nuclear installations,
serious financial backing.
[groans]
Not what you were hoping for
after hovering around me since dawn?
You know, look, I understand taking out Guillen
was cutting off the head of the snake.
But you know what? We need ops.
Copy.
And I know where to find you guys.
Yup.
About three inches from me at all times.
STELLA [over computer]: Hi, baby.
Look at that.
Where's that creeper van parked now?
If you say playground, I'm gonna... I'm gonna worry.
[chuckles]
The coffee shop.
Mm, hopping between random public Wi-Fi's
helps hide our footprint.
But it's definitely getting old.
How are you? How's he?
We're both good.
Here, you wanna see?
Here.
He looks bigger.
Yeah, he's just under three pounds.
Any more scares with that apnea monitor?
His breathing's been good.
What about the heart thing they were checking for?
Nothing to worry about.
I feel like there's something you're afraid to tell me.
No.
No, everything's fine.
How-How's, um, how's the team?
Is everyone safe?
Not because of anything that I've done.
[chuckles]: I thought being Bravo's guardian angel
was the whole point of you going down there.
"Guardian angel" is close to being cast out.
What do you mean?
Can I see him again?
Of course, baby. Here.
Say hi to Daddy.
[quietly]: Hi.
JASON: Oh.
-Who's the target? -[groans]
Clawed up from the corners of hell
where pumpkin spice and Priuses spawn.
-[chuckles] -Devourer of all hopes and dreams.
-His name is Todd. -Todd the Wet Sprocket.
-[Sonny chuckles] -Mm-hmm.
So, uh...
you didn't go with Clay and Ray in the phone-home van?
-No. -Nah, me either.
You probably heard already
about my deal back home going south?
Literally.
You know, shit happens, right?
Yeah.
I just thought with...
the way Hannah clacked off with our whole situation,
you know, it was like getting hit with a Mosul speed bump.
Oh.
Thought we had it good.
This job will set you straight every time, you know that.
-I guess so. -Can't keep looking back.
You're gonna end up with a kinked neck.
You just stay in your three-foot world.
Got a lot of work coming up.
We crank the op tempo,
Omega's gonna be the perfect way to work.
Damn straight. Do things our way.
That's right.
No Command,
no distractions.
That's about as good as it gets.
NAIMA: Why didn't you tell me
Hannah and Leanne moved back to Texas?
I called her the other day to see if she needed a hand.
Well, hey, I-I didn't find out until after I got here.
How's Sonny dealing with it?
In typical Sonny fashion.
Is Jason keeping him in line?
He's too busy shadowboxing with Clay to do that.
I am doing everything I can
to keep them from actually throwing punches.
Sounds like Bravo 2 is back in his comfort zone.
What does that mean?
Just with Jason turning to Clay more often,
and, you know, thinking someone on the team betrayed you,
had you feeling like you weren't helping Bravo.
And now here you are,
back as team den mother.
Well, yeah, yeah, I guess you're right.
With, uh, such a full plate,
I'm guessing you haven't given much thought
-to our side project? -No, babe.
I... I know vets like Sam need help.
I'm just...
I'm not sure I'm the one to do it.
Given how much Bravo needs you,
maybe you don't have the help to give.
Brock, just follow the system.
It truly is not that hard.
CLAY: Hey, we poached
our Wi-Fi from that café that you like.
Here you go.
-Thank you. -[tomahawk thumps in distance]
Yeah.
[quietly]: Oh, my God.
You know, it's bad enough that Sonny won't help,
but his choice of anger management
is like nails on a chalkboard.
-[tomahawk thumps] -[Davis groans]
-CLAY: What, uh, are you and Clark Gable doing over here? -[Davis chuckles]
Brock is helping me input the data
from the Iranians' computers.
We're skimming emails, looking for anything relevant
to the Venezuelan nuclear program.
You want an extra set of eyes?
[tomahawk thumps]
Yeah. Great.
Um...
uh, anything probative goes in the red folder.
Anything questionable goes in yellow.
Green is...
-Uh, Brock, where did the probative folder go? -[tomahawk thumps]
I didn't touch it.
You did. It says that your user name moved it.
[sighs]: Sorry.
I guess I could have used a coffee, too, Clay.
[tomahawk thumps]
-[tomahawk thumps] -Oh...
JASON [quietly]: Ace, two, three,
four, five, six.
Ace, seven, three, king, jack, six.
Ace, seven,
three, king.
[sighs]
Fuck.
Jack, king, ace, seven, three.
King, jack...
Hey.
-Did you find something? -Yeah. Look at this.
Um, email the Iranians received two days ago
saying members of a Colectivo in Zulia are sick.
Colectivo?
Yeah. Armed biker gangs the state deputizes
as enforcers in certain areas of Venezuela.
Yeah, the email says three members got sick,
lost their hair, blisters on their skin,
and then died after helping with "the project."
This could be radiation sickness.
Yeah, but, I mean, those symptoms could be from anything.
Then why were the Iranians being notified?
This Colectivowas hired help.
They could have been transporting something
that was radioactive, or protecting it, or...
Intel says the Venezuelans' nuke program is in its infancy.
Lot of steps before radioactive material's involved.
Unless the intel's wrong.
What if this program wasn't just in Dr. Guillen's head.
What if it's already being brought to life?
RAY: Yo.
Gonna go grab food. I found an empanada place
-that'll make you weep. You in? -I'm good.
Come on, man, you've been hunkered down here all week.
It's work, Ray. It's not a vacation.
Well, you want to grab the van, call Emma and Mikey?
I'm sure they'll be happy to hear your voice.
My kids don't want to talk to me, especially Emma right now.
Well, what happened? I thought you guys were tighter than ever.
Don't worry about it, okay?
What about calling Mandy? You want to call her?
Me and Mandy are done. It's over, okay?
What's with all these questions?
You know what's up.
I'm just making sure you're good.
Spenser get to you?
No. But it's obvious he's not the only one
-you're putting walls up against. -I'm just focused on the work,
-Ray, that's it. -Oh, not too long ago it seemed like you were
on the brink of something beyond the work. What happened?
You know what, you want a project, talk to her.
DAVIS: Hey. I got some intel you need to hear about.
SONNY [mutters]: Ooh, search...
[grunts]
Ooh. Take that. You like that?
-[weapons firing on TV] -Do you like that?
[mumbles mockingly] You like that.
-[weapons continue firing] -[Sonny exclaims]
That's that one that you and I lost way too much sleep to
on our first, uh, first deployment in JBAD.
-Huh. -Hey, is my, uh, is my character still saved?
-Let's bust him out. -Yeah, right.
[chuckles]: Your guy died of neglect.
Chewed his own arm off while you were obsessed
with that weird chick from D.C.
[Sonny chuckles]
Look, man, I know that you're all torn up about Leanne,
but...
a deployment's normally your happy place.
-At least the ones on dry land. -It's the only happy place I got left.
Okay? That's why it sucks that you...
you've gone ahead and ruined it this time.
Well, how did I do that?
You were questioning Jason's calls,
running around playing Bravo 1.
You have pissed him off.
It's got nothing to do with you.
When you piss the team leader off,
it ruins the vibe for everyone.
You, Spenser,
have ruined the vibe for everyone.
Well, I didn't realize that Bravo 6 had that much power.
He gave you an opportunity to ride shotgun,
and you went ahead and damn grabbed the wheel.
You'd rather have us drive off a cliff?
BROCK: Hey, guys.
We got action on the line.
[groans]
RAY: So far, we've operated down here
strictly from the shadows-- ghosts.
So it's only appropriate our target tonight is a cemetery.
I told you, I was telling you guys
-about the zombie apocalypse. -JASON: Oh, not far off.
Mission objective is retrieving a body.
Village of Archero in rural Zulia,
home to the Monte Sacro Colectivo,
a gang of approximately 30 men
who serve as the regime's muscle in the area.
We believe three of them recently died
from radiation exposure.
SONNY: How in the hell did they get Chernobyl'd
-in the jungle? -CLAY: I'm guessing
that's what the body will help answer.
DAVIS: Yeah, it'll be sent to a lab stateside,
and the tissue analysis should help us determine
the nature of the radioactive exposure.
Giving us a read on what glowing green death
the Venezuelans may have gotten their hands on.
Biometrics on the deceased will also provide me I.D. I can use
to track their movements over the past few weeks,
see where and when they may have come in contact
-with the material. -CLAY: But first, we rob a grave.
Mm-hmm. And the cemetery is in the center of the village,
and our mandate...
to execute with zero footprint still stands.
We're outnumbered by three dozen vatos locos,
and we can't fire one single shot?
Things go sideways, our cover could get blown.
The Colectivohave plenty of enemies in the area--
cartel, gangs-- so if it comes down to engaging,
you could be any of those rival forces.
So break out the black masks.
Bad guy Bravo,
best kind of Bravo.
Passing ourselves off as locals doesn't even the numbers.
I mean, we still need to take every measure to avoid contact.
Okay, sure, but flying blind into a hornets' nest?
I will not hesitate to protect us.
Okay, so let's take ten minutes,
then get into the op plan, all right?
Yo.
You're not crazy.
I'm seeing things in Jason that's got me worried, too.
Especially on the brink of this op.
Do you think he takes a caution flag any better coming from you?
It's clear to me he already knows he has a problem.
He-he doesn't know that he put Bravo in the hospital.
I mean, I can't imagine he'd be kitting up if he knew that.
Agreed.
But if I lay that on him and he folds,
where does that leave Bravo and this mission?
Not to mention Jason's career
once Command asks how it all imploded.
I don't know.
Fact that I didn't notice anything,
it means he's good 99% of the time, right?
Yeah, but that one percent's enough to get us all killed.
Almost did.
So that's what you and I are gonna protect against.
All right? We keep an eye on him
at all times.
Any chance to put up guardrails, we do it.
Minimize operational hazards.
We... we swim-buddy Bravo 1 at every point.
We keep it covert between you and me.
You know if he catches on, this is gonna be
an even greater betrayal coming from you.
Yeah, it's a risk.
But doing nothing's a bigger risk, so...
you in or not?
It's the only reason I'm down here.
All right.
I have to say, I'm used to planting dead scumbags,
but harvesting them?
How's this, uh, Operation Igor plan gonna work?
These Langley lab geeks really need a whole corpse?
Certain radioisotopes gather in different tissues,
so the whole body is ideal.
Also, you'll need to get biometrics
from all three deceased if you can, but...
retrieve the one who appears to have the worst symptoms.
Omega work is not for the faint of heart.
DAVIS: When you approach the cemetery,
you need to keep a watch on your Geiger counters.
Over a hundred clicks per minute
means the bodies could be contaminated
with radioactive particles--
you'll need to take extra precautions.
-We wearing hazmat suits for this? -Not unless the Geigers go off.
Okay? The suits are just gonna slow us down.
The body bag will be lined with lead to contain the radiation.
JASON: Cemetery's here, all right?
Foot patrol in. Two fire teams sweep straight through,
find the graves, bag the body and we go.
That's it.
I mean, Jace, with the lack of intel
we have on the village, I mean,
we might want to slow things down, right?
Uh, get a backpack drone in the air,
clear through the target with set phase lines, yeah?
That's gonna slow us down. We got to move fast, okay?
Violence of action if we hit any resistance.
I'm all for speed, but, I mean, that dead weight
we're gonna be lugging is gonna slow us down.
Taking a beat to know what's around each corner
is not gonna hurt-- I mean, the enemy is not sophisticated,
but they are merciless.
Fine. Davis, stay with the vehicle, watch the drone feed.
You two, you enter from here. Brock, Sonny, you're with me.
-We enter from there. Got it? -You sure you don't want a sniper
-on each team just in case? I mean, I could swap with Brock, -[frustrated sigh]
-hop on your team. -Okay, fine. Just do it.
Jock up in 30. Let's move.
Any issues come up, channel four will be our private line, yeah?
Roger that.
Knife, this is Team 1.
Hit phase line Green. Launching the drone now.
[whirring]
Copy.
I have eyes.
♪
JASON: Lot of government plates.
SONNY: Might be what transports the hired hands
to wherever they got sick.
We rip the GPS to get their location.
RAY: Smart. But let's stay on task.
Do it on the way out.
SONNY: Look at that.
[speaking indistinctly]
JASON: They're not gonna bury the bodies.
They're gonna burn them.
SONNY: Live like biker pirates, go out like Vikings.
I wonder if they're accepting applications.
If it's a funeral, we need to act
before the crowd starts gathering.
JASON: I'll take the guy on the left. On me.
[silenced gunshots]
JASON: Team 2, this is Team 1.
Consolidate on me.
JASON: How's the counter?
SONNY: Barely chirping.
[Geiger counter clicking]
Winner winner chicken dinner.
No need for shovels.
Brock, set security.
-Clay, get biometrics. -After the body's bagged,
meet up at the primary rally point.
-Sonny, on me. -Wait, what are...
Jace? Jace?
Just lost our swim buddy.
[chatter in Spanish]
It shouldn't take long to pull the GPS.
[chatter continues]
The hell would Jason go?
Saw something on the way in.
RAY: 1, this is 2.
What's your status?
1, this is 2.
Radio check. Over.
[indistinct chatter in distance]
[clicking over radio]
Double-clicked you.
Still doesn't mean he's not in trouble.
Knife, this is 2.
Can you shift drone position?
RAY: Take it 100 meters north.
Copy. Shifting drone 100 meters north.
2, this is 1.
What the hell are you looking for?
[indistinct chatter in distance]
RAY: Good copy, 1.
Just checking to see if there was any movement
toward our exfil route.
Let's move.
-[man shouts] -[gunshots]
SONNY: Aw, Jesus.
Sorry, I didn't even see them, Jason.
2, this is 1. I got two enemy down hard.
More enemy in the area. We're holding here.
RAY: Copy, 1.
We'll redirect to your position.
[indistinct chatter in distance]
Told you we'd hit these trucks on the way out.
JASON: I didn't think we'd have enough time.
I got the GPS data. Let's move to exfil.
DAVIS: 1, be advised, there are at least 30 locals
moving through the village,
all headed toward the bonfire.
Son of a bitch.
-[chatter in distance] -[vehicle approaching]
[indistinct chatter]
[two gunshots in distance]
Looks like they're all getting together
to say goodbye to their brothers.
How long till they find those two guys we dropped by the fire?
[shouting in Spanish]
Think they just did.
Funeral's about to become a hunting party.
[men shouting in Spanish]
[two gunshots]
Knife, this is 1. I need an exfil route through the swarm.
Copy, 1. I'm searching. These guys are pouring out
from every building in town.
Hold what you got.
If we're gonna be scrambling out of here,
the body's gonna weigh us down. We gotta leave it.
The body is the mission. We're not leaving it.
SONNY: We're fixin' to be about a half ton
of frog meat on that fire.
-[indistinct shouts in distance] -Knife, this is 1.
Need that exfil route.
Copy. I found a clear path if you can move quick.
Head west for 50 meters, you'll hit a wall. Climb it,
cross the yard, you'll be out.
Copy that. Moving.
Let's go.
How we climbing a wall with that?
[grunting]
[panting]
That piece big enough?
Put it in your bag, all right? Let's move.
[chatter in Spanish]
[dog barking in distance]
♪
[gunshot in distance]
[men shouting in Spanish]
[engines revving]
[automatic gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
♪
Mm.
SONNY [belches]: We are gonna run out of hot water
with everyone taking Silkwood showers.
Yeah, well, I had to scrub my mind clear
after watching you hack that leg off.
[chuckles]: Yeah.
Yeah, it's such a... a damn shame
that we had to send it away.
Tell you what... [giggles]
it would have made one hell of a souvenir
for the team room.
[laughs]
SONNY: Oh...
I think I'm gonna take the van and try and call home.
Middle of the night, but...
maybe be good for you to see Leanne.
I'm sure Hannah would understand.
Yeah, if you want to see my stomach turn,
just have me talk to that woman.
And seeing my kid through some shitty little screen,
well...
that does nothing for me.
Whew.
DAVIS: Hey.
Comment you made
about warning the Iranian that I'd break him in two...
kind of a cheap shot.
History can be cruel.
Okay, well, just lay off a little, all right?
I'm under a lot of pressure down here.
Kind of shot myself in the foot with Command
over this Fellowship thing, so...
I'm trying to redeem myself.
Good luck with that.
Sonny. Hey.
I'm-I'm sorry about Leanne and Hannah.
You should be.
Excuse me?
You're part of the reason that Hannah left.
Making her feel like there was still something between us
that night at the Bulkhead.
That...
I didn't do anything.
Oh, you didn't do anything?
-No, I didn't do anything. -Okay.
You keep telling yourself that, Ms. Davis.
No, Sonny, I know you well enough
to know that's not why it happened.
And if you're flailing around looking for somebody to blame,
why don't you check the fucking mirror for once.
STELLA [sighs]: Hey.
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
Um, I'm sorry it's so late.
It's fine, it's fine.
I thought you only get to call once a week.
That's supposed to be the rule, but...
nothing's how it's supposed to be down here.
What's wrong?
I-I just...
I sense that there was something that...
you were holding back earlier.
Like, scared to tell me, maybe.
But, like, the way...
things have been down here, I just...
...I don't want another secret hanging over me.
I need to know, please.
There was something.
[crying]: I got to hold him.
-You got... -His lungs are finally strong enough
to come off the oxygen, so they let... they let me hold him.
It was just for an hour, but it was... it was...
-Amazing. -Yeah.
And I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you.
I just didn't want you to feel like you were missing out.
I am missing out.
Because of my own choice.
[sniffles]
Tell me more.
[crying]: He held my finger.
I mean, he just grabbed on with his little tiny hand,
and he would not let go.
He's just so strong.
Just like his daddy.
I should have been there.
Oof. Tell you what.
Sunlight'll be a welcome change after that op.
Got pretty bleak out there, huh?
Wasn't worried, Ray. Obviously you were.
That stunt you pulled with the drone?
You're supposed to have my back, but...
not, uh...
be over my shoulder watching me.
[scoffs] You ran off
with Sonny in a village full of killers, Jace.
And you didn't answer my call on comms.
I double-clicked the radio twice.
Usually, that works.
So why didn't it this time?
After that talk, man, I...
just wanted to make sure I hadn't thrown you off.
You don't have to worry about me.
I've been doing it for over a decade now.
I'm too old to find a new hobby.
[sighs heavily]
Davis, you get anything off the GPS units?
Yeah. It shows the trucks made repeated stops
into an industrial area in northeast Maracaibo,
but every time they enter this 15-mile radius,
the tracking cuts out.
Almost like some kind of deliberate interference.
I'm not sure. The Agency techs might be able
to extract data from the units that I can't access.
Hopefully come back with a more specific location.
Location? What do you mean? For what?
Well, I mean, we won't know until the lab studies the body.
But... you saw those men.
Whatever did that to them,
it wasn't equations and aspirations.
Right.
You think this, uh, nuclear program
-is already up and running? -I think there's more at stake
down here than any of us imagined.
[exhales]
[groans softly]
Oh.
Where you sneaking in from?
Had to check in with Stella.
-Clay... -I know the rules.
I also know we're making them up as we go.
[exhales] Yes, we are.
-How do you think it went out there? -Oh...
I know he did not like that drone over his shoulder,
tell you that.
Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I talked him down.
We've got to be slicker about it next time.
This how we're gonna operate the rest of the trip?
[sighs]
Doesn't feel good going behind his back,
but I don't see we have any other option for protecting it.
RAY: It just sucks being in this position, man.
I mean, he was pissed.
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