Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

roughly four mikes in.

If you don't want to chat, you can,

[Russell] You're in good shape, Commander,

- Oh, fuck yes. - [others murmuring]

Contact, entry point!

[Lucy] [faintly] What do you think, Daddy?

Who we drinking to?

Petty Officer Ernest "Boozer" Vickers.

and our SDF trooper lost his shit.

and you want to ask me questions about Donny Mitchell?

[Lecrone] Contact!

Who has the capability to alter our signals?

[rock music playing faintly]

[Reece] Thanks, Ben.

We're gonna find Kahani.

They knew we were coming.

We'll start off at La Jolla Cove

Let's go! Let's go get some support!

I want to know what we're dealing with, now!

- [Reece] Lauren? Lauren? - James? Thank God.

Sir, you need to spin up that QRF now!

[footsteps approaching]

Add in the stress of grief and loss...

on mission. He's...

- Ring the bell. - [others panting]

[Ben] Storm's rolling in.

[Ben] Don't tell me you're calling a fucking Uber.

[indistinct shouting]

- Back. Rack. - [guns click]

and this motherfucker is ours.

Kahani's in under the radar,

You insisted on helping your men.

Commander, at what point of the operation

Give him to me.

[helicopter whirring]

Secretary of defense herself is flying out for the funerals.

and detonated an IED, not SO2 Mitchell?

with this SIG. No way.

[Lauren] All right, that's enough, sweetheart.

Any blurry vision, headaches, memory loss?

but I knew it was gonna be today.

Troops in contact. Multiple eagles down.

I'd really like to get those done at Balboa, if I can.

12 SEALs lost and no one

Please, take a moment, review the logs.

Repeat, 423 Cayman Street.

The men who flopped on their bellies

so he's gonna go to bed, okay?