Bluestone 42 (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

Right, Bluestone 42.

It's the moment
we've all been waiting for.

- Rat duty.
- Ratageddon.

OK. I've got seven job reports
to get In to WIS,

so can we just skip the discussion
and slaughter the rodents?

The disgusting, diseased rodents
with their scaly tales.

- Eurgh!
- We're going to shoot us some vermin!

I don't want to.
Rats are sweet wee things.

Well, how about taking one for the team
and just getting on with it?

- Nah!
- Boss?

I'm not getting involved. Let's do this.



You go and do your job reports, boss.
I've got this.

No, unfortunately, I have to supervise,
cos, after the last rat shoot,

you all ended up on the noticeboard
as the CQ's Twats of the Week.

- That was harsh.
- You shot up two quad bikes.

(MIMICS SCHWARZENEGGER)
The Verminator will not be stopped.

- Towerblock?
- OK, let's do this.

- Whoa!
- Oh, dear!

Let battle commence.

- I want a combat shotgun.
- Can we start?

I'm not starting
unless I've got a combat shotgun.

Towerblock, just give me
your combat shotgun.

Borrowing this cost me
a packet of Hobnobs.

Oh, my God! It's like running a crèche!
Start, please, now!

- I refuse to shoot a rat.
- Oh, grow a pair, will you?



Can we have no more interruptions? Please!

- Mind if I join?
- Aaagh! Yes, certainly, sir.

Rats! Exciting.

Everyone ready?

No!

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- (CHEERING)
- Beautiful!

- Watch it! The net!
- Go back!

- (CHEERING)
- Fuck's sake, man!

- Stay back!
- Give us a bow! Give us a bow!

- Stay back!
- Back!

(CHEERING)

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

(LOUD GRINDING)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BIRDSONG)

- He's not in his quarters.
- Not in the cookhouse.

- Comms room?
- I looked there.

- Maybe he killed himself.
- OTHERS: What?

I'm just saying it's a depressing job,
he has the means,

and, let's be honest, we've all...

Ah, boss! Er...good to see you.

Boss, message from WIS.

Where were you?

- Ammo store.
- I looked there.

Yeah,I was...
I was in the other ammo store.

There's another ammo store?

Yeah. Well, I mean, I was...
you know, I was...was taking a shit.

What, you never heard it
called the ammo store before?

- Good name.
- Does everyone call It that?

Boss, they said that was urgent.

Bloody hell.

- What is it?
- Our bomber got someone.

- Who?
- Shit.

Hit a close protection unit
In Red Three One. One fatality.

- Fuck.
- Secondary in the ICP. Low metal.

Same orange wire.

- This could have been us.
- Shit.

What a waste!

It could've been Simon.

- Bloody hell, Mac.
- Too much?

Thanks for this, Bird.
I'm going to get on with these forensics.

Boss, if you need us...

Er...post?

- Success with the rats?
- It was fucking mint.

- Rat bits everywhere!
- MAC: Aye.

Rocket just stood there like a lemon.
Ha-ha!

Rats are cute wee things.

Are they fuck! Your mum is a cute
wee thing. Rats are furry and stupid.

That's not fair.

No. Vicious little bastards with
their evil little pink eyes and...eurgh!

Ha-ha! My da's got a new girlfriend.
The old dog!

- I bet she is.
- (OTHERS LAUGH)

Aye. Probably some rough old tart
from Greenock.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

She's quite pretty, actually.
What do we think, guys?

- (THEY CHUCKLE)
- What the fuck?

Give it back!

- Is even/thing all right?
- It's Lorna fucking Monroe!

Are you crying?

She was the year above me in high school.

What? Your dad's going out
with your high school girlfriend?

- Hoh! Hoh!
- She was never my girlfriend.

I had a photo of her on my bedroom wall...

and every day
I'd come home and look at it...

...and I'd tug one off.

Oh, everyone, look. Look, look.
He's totally crying!

This isn't funny, Simon.

(SCOTTISH ACCENT) Poor wee Mac!

Weeping like a lassie!

- All right, Simon.
- Fuck you! Fuck all of you!

And, especially, fuck you!

Good teamwork, guys! Supportive.

Good talking down to us, Mary. Annoying.

(THEY LAUGH)

Oh.

- Hello, sir.
- LIEUTENANT COLONEL: Nick.

So, you've discovered my little suntrap.

Your little...? It's just when
I came up here, there was nothing

- and now there are...
- Tulips?

Yeah, I was just hoping this would be a...

handy little corner
to get away from my team.

So, if...you know,
If you'd [Ike me to water those for you,

so you can get on with...

No, no. Rather enjoy
giving my girls a shower.

Relaxing.

Yeah. It's just, um...I really wanted
to get this forensic profile done.

In the quiet.

You find tulips noisy?

- How eccentric!
- No. No, I mean...

Anyway, would you mind
looking after my chair?

I need to visit the ammo store.

- Your chair?
- If you wouldn't mind.

Er...Mac?

I've got something to show you.

- Is he still in a mood about Lorna?
- Mm.

She's no longer the girl I fell
In love with, and I have to accept that.

It's that arsehole Simon.

Oh!

I've got something that'll cheer you up.

- You've killed him?
- No.

Won't cheer me up, then.

What's this thing?

Nothing.

Show me,
or I'll take a dump In your doss bag.

Oh.

OK.

- So what is it, then?
- Shh!

(THEY CHUCKLE)

Sweet!

No!

I saved it! As a pet.

He's called Smokey.

TOWERBLOCK: A pet? Hang On.

- Didn't you have a cat called Smokey?
- Aye.

We called him that, cos me
and my brother tried to make him smoke.

You know, for the internet.

Oh.

Whatever.
Look, you're going to need a cage.

No. Animals should be
allowed to roam free.

And to smoke, apparently.

I suppose it could be a nice cage.

With a play area and a water feature.

(SIGHS) Come on, then.

Just thought this would be easier.

It doesn't look easier.

♪ Mama do the hump
Mama do the hump hump

♪ Mama, won't you please
let me do the hump hump?

♪ Mama do the hump
Mama do the hump hump

♪ Mama, won't you please
let me do the hump hump?

♪ Mama do the hump
Mama do the hump hump

♪ Mama, won't you please
let me do the hump hump?

♪ Mama do the hump
Mama do the hump hump

♪ Mama, won't you please
let me do the hump hump? ♪

We could teach him to beg.

When we had a dog,
we tried to teach him how to beg.

Let me guess what the dog was called.

- Smokey?
- You knew him?

- A lucky guess.
- Wow.

- How did you teach him to beg?
- We just didnae feed him.

But he never learnt.
Or he was too proud.

(SIGHS) And then he died.

Oi, you two. We've got...

Aargh! Shit!

Whoa! No! He's a pet.

A pet? Oh!

How can you? With its scaly tail
and Its tiny fucking hands.

- Oh!
- Ha-ha-ha!

- I never thought you'd be afraid of rats.
- I'm not.

- (SQUEAKS)
- (SHE SCREAMS)

You so are.

No, I'm not. And we've got a shout on,
so move your arse.

You can't see anything
with this shitty little drone.

- I think it's cool. Give us a go.
- Seriously?

It's basically a kite with a webcam.

You want Reaper drone?

Fffvvvoo! Chkkk! Pkkk! Pkkk!

“Ah , Ahmed'. Ah!“

- I can make some calls.
- No, It's too low. Take It higher.

- Are you worried you might see a rat?
- Oh, fuck off, Towerblock.

Oh, it's all right.
Loads of girls are scared of rats.

Yeah, you've really worked me out.
Girlie Bird, scared of rats.

Your words, not mine.

I will shove that controller
up your tiny...

- Children! Will you please...
- Boss, I don't like these atmospherics.

This terrain is ambush heaven.

Good. Working!

Thank you. So, if anyone sees anything,
anything...

- (CHUCKLES)
- ...I want to know about it.

- (SNIGGERS)
- Towerblock?

There's, um...a rock formation
shaped like a cock and balls.

For fuck's sake, Corporal!
I am trying to...

Oh, yeah. Nice one.

- Right, I'm going down there.
- Boss on the move!

(HUSKY VOICE) The girl he once loved
in the arms of his father.

The father he once loved...

in...

the girl he once loved.

(SNIGGERS)

Sorry, sorry, shouldn't mock.
You might cry again.

- I'm no' gonna cry.
- Ha-ha-ha! What, again?

- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, Rocket.
- Skip?

Could you fetch him
a couple of Kleenexes?

One for when he wanks over Lorna, and
one for when he cries about it afterwards.

Fucking leave it out, Skip!

(MIMICS MAC) Too much? Eh?

Oh!

Just tell me you've slipped up.

One fingerprint. That's...all I need.

Boss? Boss!

Boss!

Two groups of fighting-age males
approaching from the west, boss.

- Shit. Sounds a bit warry. How long?
- Eight to twelve minutes.

Shit.

Towerblock, get the hook and line. Now.

Seriously, boss, in eight minutes?

Seriously, I would have had a lot longer
to do this than eight minutes

if you two hadn't have been
pissing about with your kite!

Now, will you let me get this thing
out off the ground

so maybe we can nail the fucker
that killed one of our guys yesterday?

Do it!

- How long?
- Five to seven.

Maybe eight if they stop
to admire the cock and balls.

- Hook and line, boss?
- No, there's no time.

I'll get whatever it is out of the ground.

Get us a couple of evidence bags.

- Eyes on!
- Three to five minutes, boss.

Roger that!

Got it.

Let's go.

Well done, team. Good work.

Everyone.

(WHISPERS) OK.

(WHOOSHING)

(WHOOSHING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS) Sir?

Nick?

Sir, er...there's this, um...
persistent noise that, um...

Espresso? Wow.

Thought you'd be more surprised
by my pizza oven.

Hello?

Padre.

Mac, is everything OK?

I know you've been getting
a bit of stick off your team.

Aye. Especially Simon.

Jesus, that guy is a cunt.

Oh, sorry, ma'am.
Didn't mean to say Jesus.

That's all right.

(SHE SIGHS)

Well, in Matthew's Gospel, Jesus says,

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust
In your brother's eye

"when you have a plank in your own?"

Ah, right.

Got ya.

- You're saying Simon's a plank?
- No, I...

- You're saying I'm a plank?
- No, I'm...

- Look, who's the plank in this scenario?
- I'm saying you're a hypocrite. Sorry.

It's just that maybe if you stopped...

ripping the piss
out of everyone the whole time,

or even said sorry once in a while,
they'd be easier on you.

So, I'm a plank? Fair enough.

Doesn't mean Simon's not a cunt.

Hm.

Leave it with me.

Any second now,

Bird is going to shit herself
like my one-year-old after a bhuna.

Are you sure
Smokey'll be all right In there?

Smokey will enjoy it.
He's playing a trick on Bird.

Yeah, I...I don't know.

Rats have got a great sense of humour.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Knock, knock?

Is, er...everything,
er...everything all right?

Where is he? Hm? Smokey!

What...what the fuck
are you two playing at?

We put the rat in your tent
to shit you up!

- Oh, right. Well, I'm going to... Aagh!
- Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- Smokey!
- What? I thought that was...

Not scared, just surprised.

Shite. We've got to find him.

Too late, mate. If he's found outside,
he'll be toast. Thank fuck.

What? No!

- I never even taught him to smoke.
- Come on, Rocket.

He's my pet and you lost him.

All right, we'll help you find him.

- We?
- Yeah, we, cos we're all team players.

- Fuck off.
- And you can fly the drone.

Fuck on.

Mac, I want to apologise.
Those things I said earlier...

Out of line. Aye.

I want to help you.
So, If you want to talk...

I know the trials of the heart
are painful.

When Charlotte and I broke up,
I'll be honest, I shed a tear.

Aye. I remember.

Mm.

I was with Charlotte for 14 years.

It would be weird if I hadn't have cried.
So, I understand If you...

OK. Rewind. 14 years?

- Serious?
- Yes.

So, Charlotte is the only woman
you've ever slept with?

Well, yes.

(LAUGHS)

- What?
- You're practically a virgin! Ha-ha-ha!

- Ha-ha-ha-ha!
- No, no, because I slept with her a lot.

Many, many times.

Well, once a week. Depending.

This is class. Simon the virgin.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!

You know, I was trying to be nice!

Well, fuck you, Mac.

(LAUGHS)

ROCKET: Smokey!

Smokey!

Smokey?

Are you really going
to be able to see Smokey with that?

No, but if she didn't get to use it,
she wouldn't have helped,

being scared of rats and all.

Do you need this much height for pizza?

No. But you do if you also
want to roast a chicken.

Nice.

Very interesting dish, pizza.

Mm. It's all about harmony.
Different Ingredients working together.

A sort of...culinary team, if you will.

- Sir.
- And each of those Ingredients

vastly diminished on its own.

Like I always say,
there's no "I" in pizza.

Urn...sh it.

They've spotted us.

Pair of bloody Ruperts
with their own little private club.

- But what about the rat?
- Here he comes now.

Ah!

Nick "Team Player" Medhurst.

That's my name.
But with an insult in the middle.

Got yourself a little VIP area, have you?

I'm just trying to get a bit of head space

so I can build up a profile
on this bomber.

- Oh, and your team...
- (PHONE RINGS)

...can't help you with that?

Yep.

- Yep, OK.
- (PHONE BEEPS)

Three devices a few hundred yards apart.

And there's a convoy coming at 0900,
so we need to move.

OK.

Come on, then! Or have you got
your own private bomb to defuse?

OK, Towerblock,

I want to get all these devices out of
the ground intact before the light goes.

- Get the hook and line ready.
- Yes, boss.

- So, Simon's a virgin?
- Basically, aye.

No.

I have had sex many times...

...with Charlotte.

We must have done it...600 times.

Probably less than that. But, anyway.

See? Virgin.

Eyes on!

Hello, device number one.

I shall be your ATO for the afternoon.

How lung's he been down there?

90 minutes and counting.

- Shit.
- NICK: OK, Towerblock.

I think I've got all of the first device.

We'll hook and line this one,
and then I'll go back for the other two.

Sunset's in half an hour, boss.

Maybe one's enough.

We'll blow the other two.

Working in the dark, or camping out.

It's too dangerous.
You're my team. I look after you.

No, boss. We're your team.
We look after you.

Sure?

Personally, nah.

But I, er...signed a contract
to look after some lanky posh twat.

So, er...might as well.

Yep, we can mitigate the threats.
I'll talk to the platoon commander.

If I don't have to go home to Mrs Faruq,
that's good for me.

- Happy to do it, boss.
- BIRD: Yeah.

No. Sorry.
I have to get back to find Smokey.

OK, we'll camp out.
We'll start up again at 0500.

That'll give me enough time
before the convoy comes through.

Crack on.

This makes a nice change, eh?

Comrades together.

Out here. Sleeping under the stars.

Oh, look! A shooting star. Make a wish.

- (ROCKET WHISTLES)
- Oh, shit!

Which dickwad wished for that?

- (EXPLOSION)
- Jesus!

Boss, I want you,
Bird and Towerblock in cover!

- I'm here, I can...
- No, you do the bombs. We do this!

All right. Roger that.

(GUNFIRE OUTSIDE)

(VOICES CRACKLE ON RADIO)

Copy that.

Three hostiles approaching
along the tree line. 200 metres.

- Now approaching 150 metres.
- 150 metres.

- Think I've got one, Skip.
- Yeah?

- (VOICE CRACKLES ON RADIO)
- No.

- 100 metres out.
- 100 metres. Fix bayonets.

- Serious?
- Yep!

Let's go and find them.

God, I'm knackered.
Never slept all night in a Mastiff before.

I'd say the same,
If I'd actually got any sleep.

I'm sorry, lads.
I know It was a rough night for you.

You could say that.

It was pretty full-on, wasn't it?

Fucking was. Aye.

I was shitting myself.

The whole time, I was thinking,
"If I die, who'll look after Smokey?"

Right, that's number three.

Let's go home.

Has Medhurst disappeared again?

I don't believe this.

After all that, and he's gone off
to his bloody officers' mess.

- We need to find my pet.
- Oh...!

- Come on, Bird.
- You know what?

No, because, OK, I'm afraid of rats.

- (OTHERS LAUGH)
- You want to know why?

When I was seven,
we lived In this really old house.

And every night,
I would hear this, um...scratching sound.

Yeah?

So, one night...I got up.

The house was completely silent.

I went downstairs,

and there across the hallway were these...

...tiny bloody footprints.

Shit.

So, I went into the kitchen.

And there, in front of me,

dripping with blood...

A kitten!

Ha-ha-ha! So, yeah, I'm afraid of rats.
But you're afraid of kittens.

So, I win.

Guys?

I got these for you.

An invitation?

"9.30 on the rooftop terrace...

"for brunch."

We've got an hour to find Smokey.
I lost my rat.

Aye, and Simon lost his virginity.

Oh, no, wait a minute. He hasn't. Ha-ha!

Charlotte and I did it a lot! Loads.

- In both positions.
- MARY: Mac.

Maybe this is the time to say surly.

Just clear the air with Simon
and the rest of the team.

OK, OK.

Bluestone 42,

I'd like to apologise to each of yous
for all my piss-taking.

Simon.

- You're a huge prick.
- (TOWERBLOCK SNIGGERS)

But it's wrong of me
to repeatedly point that out.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Rocket.

I'm surly I keep saying I fancy your mum,

but she is super fucking hot
and I definitely would.

- Away tae fuck!
- Mac, that's probably...

No, no. You were right, Padre.
This feels brilliant.

- Towerblock...
- Well, this should be good.

You blether on about being from the North,

but at the end of the day,
you're still an English poof,

but that's OK, cos I accept that.

- Hm.
- Bird...

El'...Mac, I think I speak
for the whole team when I...

Oh!

Towerblock! Oh! No, Towerblock!

- Just...
- Hey, get off him!

Come on, guys!

Nice work, Padre.

I presume this is some sort
of team-building exercise?

Ow! Ow!

- Looks done to a turn.
- Hm.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- Ah, guests!

- Here we are.
- This is a Gucci wee spot.

And today it's even better, because
we have English breakfast pizza.

ROCKET, MAC AND TOWERBLOCK:
Awesome.

Also, chicken pizza.

Holy shit.

I just want to say thank you. I'm glad
to be part of such a brilliant team.

After all, there's no "I" in pizza.

Corporal House, you did say
you killed all the rats, didn’t you?

I think so, sir.

Then who's this little chap?

- (SQUEAKS)
- Smokey!

No!

Nobody messes with my tulips.

You were the best friend I ever had.

Look, Rocket, pizza.

Ooh, brilliant. Breakfast!

Look, boss, I'm sorry I gave you
a hard time over this secret place.

It's not bad, is it?

Yeah, I don't know why there's that
"Danger, keep out" sign downstairs.

No. I don't know why no-one
was using it. I reckon we could...

(GUNFIRE)

- That's why.
- There it is.

My girls!

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