SEAL Team - Sixth Season

Previously on SEAL Team... That's Yasiri.

We'll pull up, throw Yasiri in the truck, and we're gone.

Get us the fuck out of here. We're clean, let's do this!

Why don't you say what really went down out there?

When it came time to execute, you didn't think I could.

I used to look at the future.

Now I'm scared of what's around the next corner.

It was not the rifle that made you shine.

You are still that guy.

Yasiri's militants are a proxy for a state actor.

Who? I'm trying to figure that out.

Instead of trying, start doing.

Says the guy who twice had Yasiri

in his crosshairs and came home empty.

Does the name Jacques Tandina mean anything to you?

He's the SGS source that was playing both sides in Mali.

The Agency is still using him.

Yasiri's squirting. We're losing him again.

Hold tight, we're going after the HVT.

Oh-ho, whoo! Hey!

Probably thinks that we have leftovers for him.

I think we've tried every mimosa in Vah Beach.

What do you mean, "we"?

I think it's finally happened.

I'm officially brunched out.

All this downtime has turned me into brunch guy.

It's like a gateway to popping your collar

and listening to yacht rock.

Oh, casual boozy meals

are a perk of downtime, if you ask me.

Shame, though, you're not gonna be getting

any eggs Benedict in Afghanistan.

Yeah, nor any Jason Hayes.

At least you get to go back,

you know, finish what you started.

Wish I could say the same for Bravo.

Well, while I'm helping my friend's NGO

get women to safety, you can occupy yourself

as a sheepdog around here till you get spun up again.

Oh, okay.

Have you talked to Clay since he went home?

Ah, I want him to have some time with his family,

though living in a one-bedroom apartment

with a newborn, what he really needs is space.

Are you sure you want to be throwing stones

from this particular glass hovel?

Oh, hovel? Did you hear that?

Hovel.

This is no hovel. This place is great.

I'm not planning on living here forever, that's for sure.

Oh! Really?

Yeah. Where would you go?

Always wanted to get an Airstream.

And live by the water. Why is that so funny?

I wouldn't expect any less from Bravo 1.

You like being able to drop everything in 30 seconds

and run into the fire with Bravo.

Hmm. No judgment.

There you go.

To be honest, I'd be more concerned

if you told me you had a house in Key West

you had your eye on,

where you could spend your days fishing.

Fishing. Caught.

To us, two sharks always circling.

Yo, hey, you don't need to be doing that.

What?

You don't need to be doing that.

Oh, come on, you've made breakfast every day

since you've come home. I can clean up.

I... I'm pretty sure there's not enough household chores

to make up for walking out on you and Brian.

Well, a week's worth of you making omelets

is a good start.

But you could, you know, afford to change up,

maybe throw in a German pancake or something.

Noted. Mm, good.

However, Professor, you know,

omelets are actually a metaphor.

Like breaking eggs, making a mess.

And yet still providing for your family.

I get it. Right.

Seriously, though, you... stop apologizing.

We both made mistakes navigating your recovery.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure that you being cautious

compares to me insisting that everything is normal

and then losing my shit

when I finally realized that it wasn't.

You're here now.

And between my sabbatical

and you taking a break from Green Team...

I think we can slow down,

maybe figure out what normal means.

How's your pain level?

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jonesing for a pill.

The doctor said that cravings should lessen after ten days.

And you're almost out of the woods.

I promise, I'm never wandering into those woods again.

Mm. Come here.

Oh, look at you, all busy behind your big-girl desk.

Well, I'm trying to clean out my inbox

before I head up to D.C.

Looks like I'm also gonna have to clean up that puddle of sweat

you're dripping on my floor there, Sonny.

Oh, yeah, just been doing three-day workouts at the gym.

Yeah, I don't really have anything much else

to do, since...

You know, I'm happy Clay's doing Clay,

but I'm really gonna miss putting on...

: ...that Mrs. Doubtfire brassiere

and helping out with little Brian.

Now, had I known me sweating profusely would, uh...

Shut up, listen. Oh.

I just got an email from a contact at the CIA

confirming that they still rely on the SGS source

they used in our target package in Mali.

The source that sold us out, that got us ambushed,

that lost Clay's leg?

The fucker that I've been dreaming about

putting six feet under?

That's the thing.

They swear that he didn't double-cross us.

Oh, bullshit, that's just the Agency

covering their ass. I don't think so.

The official AAR came down and said the source

had been taken out of play.

Something doesn't smell right.

So, I put in an RFI for the case file

for the operation.

Once the red tape clears, I'll know.

If the source was good, then who fucked over Clay?

I'll try to find out, put it on my list

along with getting Bravo back to Syria.

If the war machine's gonna try and pull

some sort of Pat Tillman-style cover-up,

I tell you what, man, someone's gonna pay for this.

I can't do anything until I get that case file.

And even then, once I do know the questions to ask,

the answers that we'll want lie above my pay grade.

Davis, you need to think.

Okay, what about them fancy committees of yours?

You know, a new cake-eater friend

that might want to hook you up?

I mean, I'm trying to understand how it works.

I mean, it looks real good.

Hi! Oh, Mr. Hobart, welcome.

I wanted to say thank you to you two.

Oh.

Thank you for what you're doing here.

Oh...

Well, thank you for your service.

Uh, our assistant Kayla will show you

back to a nurse for an assessment.

That's a pretty good sign we're filling a gap

that desperately needed it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, look who it is.

Hi. Hey, hey, hey!

Hi! Look at this place.

A little center-warming gift.

Thank you. It's very nice.

A little bamboo for good luck.

That's what it's supposed to do... give you structure.

Ray said you were good with him retiring,

but I did not believe it until you walked in here.

Well, if you need any tips on how to deal

with the 2IC, you just let me know.

Hilarious. Good, bad, the ugly,

the unwanted. Mm!

You guys, this place is incredible.

How many vets are you able to treat?

Oh, we have room for 20 residents upstairs,

a group therapy room, kitchen, quiet meditation room.

Oh, you guys thought of everything.

Yeah, well, she did. Let me show you around.

Yes. It's impressive.

Ray, it's impressive, finally found a reason

worth leaving the teams for, my friend.

Oh, I appreciate you, brother, but I'm not leaving just yet.

Oh. And, in fact,

got a call from Command.

They want me to come in next week.

Want to interview me about your heroics in Mali.

No, fuck that. Man, you kidding me?

No chest candy, no, especially not for that op.

What happened to Clay.

Well actually, I talked to him earlier.

He's... sounds like he's doing much better.

He and Stella may swing by.

Doesn't mean I should get a medal for an op

that ended his career. No, uh-uh.

So just make it go away.

No can do on this one, brother. They're talking Navy Cross.

Navy Cross, Ray?

Fuck. Yeah.

Command's got me under the microscope.

You know, first Omar, now this.

You can't look over both shoulders at the same time.

Can't.