Our Girl (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Episode #4.3 - full transcript

Doctor Bahil's adamant
she wants to travel into

the Kowt-e-Ashro region tomorrow.
250 children remain unvaccinated.

Who give you all that?

That's what happens when you're on
guardian angel duty for the Yanks.

Giti's gone. Her uncle. He took her.

How do we know that
she's being looked after?

Something to tell the folks
back home, eh?

There is no-one back home,
she left me.

ON PHONE: I don't want a life
without you in it.

She's not responding.
We're being ambushed. Move, move.

We have to get them back
to the vehicle!



Poya! Where you going?!

She's gone, they've got her!

Long time no hear, Hasan.

Are you shitting us or what?
Is that... Is that you, Blue?

What did we tell you would happen
if you stopped communicating?

You've not been keeping
to your side of the bargain,

you little Geordie jockstrap.

You're supposed to be our eyes
and ears in this region.

Your job was to tell us where
Omar's been hiding himself.

Yeah, Omar's people, blud.

They're not... They're not normal.

If he knew about me talking to you,

he'd pour petrol down my throat
and light it.

Look, we got a deal.



You help us locate Omar and we sort
you out getting back to the UK.

But I've never actually
seen him, man!

He directs his operations from afar.

I know that he's in the tunnels
in the mountains somewhere,

but I don't have a clue where.

We've been following you,
going from farm to farm,

handing out large wads
of Omar's money.

That doesn't mean I've seen him!

You're paying for the opium

and then someone else
drives round and collects it.

Look, I just do the job
I'm told to do.

But, remember, we're your
safe passage out of here,

despite you being
a silly little boy in Syria.

So start being useful.

Have you seen this woman?

I think now would be a good time
to start talking.

Look, I swear,
I don't know anything.

Do you know how big
Omar's territory is?

It's the entire region of
the mountains and half of Kabul!

I mean, she could be
any-frigging-where!

They're not going to tell me
where she is, are they?

Boss, we need to go.

Pull over!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

HE YELLS

We'll be back.

How the hell do
I get home from here?

Get an Uber!

You tossers!

MUSIC: Battlecry
by Jordan Mackampa

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people coming
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people coming?

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# This is our battle cry

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# This is our battle cry. #

So let me get this straight,

your team had eyes on the vehicle
throughout and no-one noticed

the driver was shot,
dragged from the vehicle

and replaced by
an insurgent, Mr Hurst?

We were coming down the hillside.

Receiving incoming fire, sir...
Do you want to know what I think?

The life we were supposed to
be protecting,

at best, in extreme jeopardy.

Exactly, sir. We need to locate
and extract her.

I think Omar has her, or at least...

I understand your personal
connection to Omar.

This is about Dr Bahil, sir.

And it is being dealt with.
Thank you, Sergeant Lane.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

Sir, I take full responsibility,
Dr Bahil went missing on my watch.

Your father's
the chivalrous type, too.

We're not going to let a local
difficulty like this

derail his son's career.

Thank you, Colour.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

How's it being dealt with, Kingy?

There's a line of squaddies with
rashes outside your office,

deal with that. Look, I've been
thinking that maybe we should...

Please, don't. ..Dr Bahil,
all right? What is the plan?

It's being dealt with
at the appropriate level.

Way above your head -

which isn't in the game
at the moment, Lane.

Literally, babe, I have
got all this stuff

and I can not pick what to wear.

I just... And how am I supposed to
know what I'm going to need?

Babe, you don't need all that gear.
Just hand luggage.

Babe, it's my honeymoon.

I'm going to need
things for the evening

and I can't exactly wear
the same thing twice.

Trunks and a T-shirt.
That's all I need.

I beg you two, shut up.

I've read the same line
nine times now.

Are you all right, Monk?

Don't worry, babes, Mr Loverman
will be back with you in 48 hours.

Good. I'm starting to miss
the goofy twat now.

HE CHUCKLES
Yeah.

I love you, Marie. I love you.

Love you. No, you put down
the phone first.

It's all bollocks, but it's what you
got to do when you're in love, man.

Have you lads got Wi-Fi in here?

It is absolutely shit
in the girls' block.

Fingers is hogging it, Mimi.

And no one use it tomorrow,

I'm Skyping in for
Thumper's birthday.

I'm trying to Google Giti, but all
I'm getting is a blank page.

Was you hoping to find her on Insta?

No, obviously.

I just want to make sure she's OK,
is that such a sin?

You OK, Prof?

Yeah. Fine. Sometimes I just
need a bit of peace and quiet.

Yeah, it's like my mum and dad
when they're reading.

They're teachers, too. Ooh!

Yes! All right.
Fingers, you got your medical.

Georgie will be ready in five.

Yeah, I'm on it.
Just got to put my boots on.

# We wish you a Merry Christmas

# We wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year! #

Throbber, you beauty.
What's going on?

Father Christmas is here,
that's what's going on, Monk lad!

Where did you get that all from?

Ah, well, you know what?

You're not the only one with
friends in high places, Monk.

Tuck in, boys.

Bro. You absolute legend.

You know, I shagged a bird
from Bournville once.

It's a real frigging place.

HE LAUGHS

I saved his life. I cannot believe
I actually bothered.

Well done, Throbber, lad!
Yeah, yeah, well done, Throbber.

Do you have this week's
lottery numbers, Poya?

Not many people get shot
at point-blank range

and live to tell the tale.
He's a lucky man, for sure.

Did you not see any of them, Poya?

He'll be questioned
when medically fit.

Yeah, I understand,
but if we get a description now...

This man has just been shot.

Of course he wants to help,
but can't it wait?

Dr Bahil's life is in danger.

He didn't see anything.
I didn't see.

What, nothing? Poya, even the
smallest detail could save her life.

Please... I understand...
Sergeant Lane, follow me.

Sir, I understand...

It is not your job.

He's a patient,
just undergone surgery...

Yeah, and I'm worried about her.

You don't think I'm worried
about her?

That is my best friend out there -
somewhere in the mountains.

And it's down to me.

I mean, was I that determined
to get to Omar?

No.

Dr Bahil says that nothing
happens by chance.

Is this my bad?

Ah, she'd have gone anyway.
Not your bad.

Yet I was supposed to be
protecting her. She knew the risks.

She wanted to go out into the field.

Are they going to kill her?

Looking bleak.

It breaks my heart.

Excuse me, Dr Antonio.

I was just wondering if
there's any news on Giti.

The little girl that left
your hospital.

Couple of points, Private.

Not my hospital and Giti didn't
leave, her uncle discharged her.

But we don't know that
that was her uncle, do we?

Yeah, apparently someone put up
"come and collect her" leaflets.

You knew my father was
in the regiment. Of course.

I've never asked for any favours.

Sir.

Mr Hurst. Colour.

Sir. US Comms room, ASAP.

That's getting tight as, Georgie.
Oi, you're giving me a Chinese burn.

Oh, sh... Sorry.

Oh. OK? Yes. Yeah?

Am I all right -
in the normal range?

You'll never be in
the normal range, you muppet.

HE CHUCKLES

Are you all right yourself, babes?

You seem a bit away with
the fairies.

KNOCKING AND DOOR OPENS

On me.

I renounce my un-Islamic manifesto.

Unless the elections are called off,
I will be killed.

My death will be justified.

Afghanistan must be.

MAN MUTTERS

That's the end of the video, Sir.

What's going to happen, Sir?

Well, the elections aren't going
to be called off.

Why not!? They're saying they're
going to kill her. Lane.

We could at least tell them
we'll try and get them called off.

Come on, we've got to do something
here! Dismissed, Sergeant Lane.

Her emotional involvement makes
unpleasant listening, Mr Hurst.

Sir.

Excuse me, Sir. Something the
Americans want you to look at.

Security footage
from the American mess.

This day just gets better
and better, Mr Hurst.

Seems you can't control
your platoon, Lieutenant.

Sir. Sir. Sir. Sir.

Stand up.

Does anybody know anything
about confectionary

stolen from the American mess?

Not to mention
a stolen American uniform.

Sir, but... Shut up!

I don't want to hear you speak.
I don't want to hear another
fucking word.

Collective responsibility.
What does that mean, Prof?

Where everyone takes
equal blame, Sir.

That's right,
for one person's crime.

Is this yours, wanker?

The lads fancied some
chocolate, Colour. Oh.

So, theft and impersonating
an American officer.

Sir, none of the others knew
nothing about this, Sir.

So?

You're all on work party punishment
duty, starting with a latrine clean.

And you're all losing privileges
for the foreseeable future -

including internet access. Phones,
laptops, iPads, into this bag now.

Sir. Sir. Sir.

And if anybody makes any
attempt to defy that,

it will become
a formal disciplinary matter.

This isn't what I expect
from this section.

And you will get dealt with later.

I'm going to miss
Thumper's birthday.

I tried to fucking fess up,
but he wouldn't let me!

I'm going to miss his first
birthday. Don't you get it?

You can keep them as well, mate.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, sorry don't cut it.

Impersonating an officer.

At least you're not
impersonating an idiot.

Idiot don't come close.

FINGERS SIGHS

Do you know you spend three years
of your life in a toilet?

Can you get any more boring, Prof?

There's at least three years.
worth in here!

Yeah, I've already done
five years of mine.

I bet you got four cats at home.

I think you're mistaking me for your
mother. You know what's mad?

Right now, my Thumper's
opening his first West Ham kit

and I'm not even there to see it.

Yeah, I'd leave that a few minutes
if I were you.

What time is it back home, Monk?
11:11. You know what's mad?

Whenever I check the time,
it's always like 2:22 or 4:44.

What do you reckon that means?

You're a witch! Absolutely nothing,
Monk. Well, it's got to mean

something, Prof, otherwise,
why does it keep happening?

It just means some moments
are more significant than others

and then you forget about the rest.

Significant times.
You hear that, Throbber?

I've said sorry, bro. Yeah?

I've said I wanted to take
all the blame.

It's not my fault
the boss wouldn't hear me.

This is actually the first day
that I've not spoke to the wife

since we've been married. Fuck off.

Yeah, I just want to see
my little boy.

Are you lot just trying to make me
feel even more shit

than I already do?

Oh...
FINGERS LAUGHS

Whoa. Oh...my...God!

Why have you just got to shitty
mop all over me?! My bad, bro.

For fuck's sake...
HE MUTTERS

My bad. ..into you!

Oh, can this day get any worse?!
Oh, my God.

That's why you've been showering
with your top on, bro!

You're not even sunburnt!

My Doris made me
get it done, all right?

Bro, was that tattooist
battered or blind?

Haven't you done enough already?

It's not my fault your missus
looks like

she's been through a fucking fire.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take...
Chill out, man!

Bro! I'm joking.
ALARM BLARES

Fuck's sake!

It could be a mortar attack.

SHOUTING

No, no, no, it's this. It's this.

HORN HONKS

GUNFIRE

Check fire! Check fire!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Blue!

It is I.

Like a Pound Shop
Lawrence of fucking Arabia

amidst the rancid cucumbers.

"Arrive in a fruit and veg
truck," they said.

"We'll brief the guys
you're coming," they said.

"We won't fucking shoot you."

I guess I better count my blessings
you're shit shots, eh, lads?

Let's get that wound seen to, Blue.

Not before I've had a shower
and some scran.

What are you going to do with that?

LANE: You don't seem massively
phased about being shot.

Ah, I'm hungry.

SHE CHUCKLES

It won't take long. It's not a
life-changing injury, is it?

It will be for the plank
that shot me.

Have you seen the Dr Bahil video?

That's rather why I'm here.

Like looking for a needle
in a haystack.

There you go.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

You said I might need some
anti-inflammatories.

Yeah, yeah. Come in.

How are your legs? You need a
massage? 50 miles is a long run.

No, they're fine. Yeah?

OK.

HE SIGHS

Right, talk, Prof.

Nothing to say.

My ex-wife's pregnant.

Oh, shit.

I found out on Facebook.

I'm sorry, Prof.

She told me she never wanted kids

and now I've got a whole lifetime
of hearing her news on social media.

First, it'll be the baby photos

and then I'm guessing
they'll get married.

And I'll be madly
unfriending everyone

who likes any picture of her.

The first day of school.

Going round to her
mum's for Christmas.

And I can picture him
just sat in my place.

Sometimes, I just wonder if all this
would be easier if she just died.

I am so sorry. I didn't mean...

Elvis being dead isn't exactly
easy for me, Prof.

I used to text her 20, 30 times
a day. Just little things

like how I'd parked the car
and about a fluffy cat.

It wasn't the sunsets and rainbows,

it was the small, normal,
everyday things.

Yeah.

After Elvis died, it was like, a...

..an old voice message
that he sent me.

And I'd listen to it
over and over and over.

Just to hear his voice.

DOOR OPENS

Have you downloaded your BPM stats?

Yeah. Yeah? I sent it over.

OK. Good.
WATCH BLEEPS

I think you'll find my heart,
ironically, is in fine fettle.

SHE CHUCKLES

Fuck. What? Shit!

I seem to have that effect on women.

DOOR SLAMS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I think I've cracked it.
Sure. Come in.

DOOR SHUTS

Right, I think I might have
a way to track the vehicle

that Dr Bahil was abducted in.

Right, when we were off on her
vaccination mission,

Dr Bahil told me to lose my watch.

And I took it off and
I put in a pouch

at the back of the driver's seat.

Which means if they're
in a Wi-Fi zone,

we could locate it
through Find My Phone.

Dr Bahil.

Well, it's showing us which haystack
to look for the needle in,

which is a start. Time's not
really on our side here.

We'll send a drone up.
This is quite a large area.

We'll monitor the footage
and hopefully locate the vehicle.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Come in.

DOOR OPENS

You wanted to see me,
Colour Sergeant.

Helmand Province.

When I told my brother
I was coming back to Afghan,

he told me to look for his leg.

He was a Para.

They're different gravy.

I'm really sorry,
Colour Sergeant King.

It's not your fault
he stood on an IED, is it?

I meant I'm sorry about my
behaviour and, from henceforth,

I'm going to make sure that...

I think you're a nice kid.

And I think you'll grow into
a decent human being.

Just not in the army.

Colour?

Please... Please, look,
I was just trying to show off,

I was just trying to...

What makes you think
it's right for you?

Because I've got nothing else.

That's not enough.

In the Paras, if they come
under sniper attack,

but can't see where it's
coming from,

one of the group will volunteer
to come out of cover

and take a bullet so the others can
see where the attack's coming from.

It's a mind-set to sacrifice
yourself to save the group.

So are you here to serve
and do your duty?

Or are you here
because you've got nothing else?

I want to stay.

Think about it and we'll discuss it
in a few days.

Go on.

LAUGHTER

INDISTINCT SPEECH

That went off!

No, no, just stick to the roads
where the vehicle could have gone.

Operator, this is Echo.
Stick to the MSR.

Your watch battery might have died
and the vehicle been moved.

Or they're holding her in
one of the farm buildings. Mmm.

That looks like a vehicle there -
in the trees. Zoom in.

It's the ambulance. Oh, bingo.

But we have no intel Dr Bahil
is even in that locale.

It's the best intel
we have in town, Sir.

To be fair to Sergeant Lane,
it's a line we should be pursuing.

Sir? We received another video.

ON VIDEO: Please.
There isn't much time left.

They need to know the elections
will be halted.

Please, they must be halted.

You have until dawn.

If there isn't time to wait
for the Paras as back up...

There clearly isn't, is there?

..we can go in with your guys
in a supporting role,

controlling the roads.

Good. Good.

Well done, Sergeant Lane.

This is Omar's territory.

Extremely remote and dangerous.

It'll take a while for us
to get there.

And they might move her.
We need eyes on.

I've got a local man,
but he's not the most reliable.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, nah. Nae movement in or out.

Yeah, yeah, bruv, I've got eyes on.

The only way in or out is past me,
fam, and I'm telling you - nowt.

After this, yeah, you best get us
back home, man,

cos this food's making us ill.

No, I mean proper ill in my guts.
I'm shitting sand.

Hello? Hello?

Yeah, thanks, Sarge. Sir.

Brigadier.
Happy with the briefing?

I want you to orchestrate
operations with me

from the Ops Room.

Colour Sergeant King can handle it.

I need to be with my guys.

Don't make this awkward, Mr Hurst.

Sir, I'm 100% on this mission.

They're not going without me.

Sir, for my two penn'orth...

..we need the bossman with us.

Carry on, then, Lieutenant.

MUSIC: Haul
by Christian Loffler feat. Monha

# It's far away... #

Stolen, are they?

Oi, this time tomorrow,
you'll be on a beach with my sister.

Blathered, babe.
SHE SNORTS

HE CHUCKLES

I know I'm not
the finished article yet,

but I appreciate
you bearing with me.

Sir.

Look, I don't know if
I'm ever going to be

as good as what's gone before me.

It's a bastard living
in the shadow of greatness.

Yeah, you don't need to tell me.

Just be yourself.

HE WHISTLES

HURST: Everyone, stay focused.

The farm house is a potential
Omar stronghold.

Your watch?

All call signs on me.

We find Dr Bahil
and we get out of here.

OK. Go.

WHISPERING: Move now.

MULTIPLE BANGS

Get down. Get down!
Get down. Get down!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Get down on the floor! On the floor!

Calm down, calm down!
Breathe, breathe.

Calm down, sir. Look at me.
Look at me.

The doctor's not here.

Arms wide. Arms wide, sir.

Medic! Medic!

Saunders, on me.

Lady, you move and I will shoot you.

Hands up... Search the woman, she's
hiding something under her robes.

Arms up. Arms up. It's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.

Boss, we've got an issue!

The lady's pregnant.

Well, it weren't me.

WOMAN WHIMPERS

WOMAN GROANS

Is everything OK?

She's having contractions.
SHE CRIES OUT

I think the shock has
bought on her labour.

That is all you, bro.

Is there anything we can do to help?

She's had two kids already,

so hopefully this one
should just pop out.

But do you know what?

My mum said the more babies,
the better

when it comes to giving birth
and she is a midwife so...

Oh, thank God.

Right, what do we do?

What do you mean?
You know what to do.

How would I know what to do?
I haven't got a clue.

You're a Sergeant?

Yeah, and we didn't exactly learn
about childbirth

in Sergeant training, did we?
Do you need anything?

Yeah, get us some towels.

WOMAN GROANS

OK, breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Thank you. Breathe.

Here you go. Shh. Shh.

Hey, hey, hey! Easy. Hey, easy!

Calm down.

So that ambulance... Ambulance -
nee-nah, nee-nah!

..you've never seen it before?

Right, well. He says he knows
nothing about an ambulance parked

outside his pissing window!

Do you recognise this woman?

Boss, have a look at what I found.

And there's a wee bit more where
that came from.

HE SHOUTS

Hey, calm down. Sir, calm down.

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER
OK. It's all right.

What are you wanging on about?

You cannot take that.

Whatever you do,
you have to leave that.

Now he speaks English.

You want us to leave
what's got to be, like,

£1 million worth of heroin
which funds weapons to kill us?

No chance, pal!

I am begging you.

Omar is coming to collect it in the
morning and, if it is not there,

he will kill my family.

And not just my family, he will
kill everybody in the area.

All the farmers!

That block is everybody's produce.

They will collect it
in the morning...

We need to take this back to Zero
and get back before first light.

Please. Please, my friend.
Please. Please!

Mimi, if you've got any
bright ideas,

anything that your mother might have
told you, now's the time to share.

WOMAN MOANS

Now is not the time to
update your status, Saunders!

WOMAN SCREAMS

Yes, OK. Got it, got it, got it.

We need to check how dilated
the cervix is and, if it's

more than 7-10cm, then that means
that the baby's coming.

Did you just Google that?

No-one else had a better plan, so...

OK. Right, I'm going in.

Erm... I'm not going to.. I'm just
going to stay at the head, yeah?

Georgie.

One minute.

OK. Breathe. Breathe, breathe.

How much longer
is this going to take?

We need to do a tactical retreat
before Omar's team rock up.

Look, she's in labour, all right? We
have a duty of care for the patient.

If we stay here, we die.
WOMAN CONTINUES CRYING

Georgie, I think her waters
have just broken.

Shitting hell, this never
happened to Andy McNab.

Right, slight change of plan.

You're staying
and so's that block of heroin.

Hang on, why? Plan B.

Your medics can't leave
their patient yet.

I'm hiding a tracker in that
which hopefully will lead us

to Omar and eventually Dr Bahil.

We need to get everyone out
by first light.

I'm staying here with my guys.

Boss. Boss. Let's send Delta
and Golf fire teams back to zero.

Oscar can stay here, concealed.

Potential backup and a protection
force for our medics.

WOMAN SCREAMS

All call signs on me.

Golf, Delta make to the RV point
and head to Zero, over.

ON RADIO: Roger that, over.

They will kill all.

We need to put that block back

wherever they're meant
to pick it up from.

They will find your tracker.

It won't happen.

That tracker will lead us to Omar
and the hostage.

Omar won't bother you again.

You kill one Omar,
ten more Omars come.

Ever since I was child.

Punished for taking a pen
from a British soldier

when I was seven years' old.

You don't have to live in fear
for the rest of your life.

You can do something that
helps make change.

Or you can go screaming out that
door, let Omar and his men know that

we're here and watch them slaughter
us, and sign up for no change.

Live the rest of your life
in perpetual fear.

WOMAN MOANS

WOMAN SOBS

That looks OK.

Next time, just keep your arms
down by there. Head up.

Keep concentrating on breathing.
Breathe...

Sarge. All OK, Mimi?

I think so. I hope so.

How long do these things generally,
as a rule, take?

Well, how long's
a piece of string, Prof?

I think this is going to take hours.

You do know what you're doing
though, yeah? Yeah.

I don't mind what you're
telling people, right?

What do I tell people?

I thought you said your mum was
a teacher. That's what you said.

But if she's not a midwife,
you need to say.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

If you're making stuff up in here,
then it's going to affect...

We've all Googled stuff, Prof,
so I don't see how that matters.

What I'm saying is we can
be honest with each other.

We need some privacy, OK?

Yeah.

WAILING IN BACKGROUND

Well, I might as well change your
dressings while we've got a moment.

Well, have we got a moment?

Mimi will shout me if she needs me.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah? There you go.

You know Elvis and I, we did
a mission together in Estonia.

I didn't know that.

Well, I know what he felt
about you. And I know...

No, go on. I can take anything.
Tell me.

Well, all he wanted
was a life with you.

And he was trying to work out
an exit strategy, because,

well, this job and
a happy family life,

they don't exactly go hand in hand.

SHE CHUCKLES
No. No, they don't.

And for him to die in a trap
like that...

What do you mean?

What the fuck do you mean, Blue?
Oh, shit.

Blue?

Omar was luring British soldiers
into that building to kill them.

Yeah, but we didn't know that.

No, the authorities knew
all about Omar.

He should have been
neutralised early doors,

instead of letting him turn into
this untouchable that he is now.

Wait, wait. So he could have been
killed earlier?

He was a target that should have
been nipped in the bud.

WHISPERING: Oh, my God.

And we weren't allowed
to pursue him.

But no-one kills a blade
and lives to tell the tale.

When you get him - Omar...

..are you going to bring
him back to justice?

MUSIC: Lost Without You
by Freya Ridings

No, it doesn't work like that.

When we go in, our modus operandi
is double tap.

No recriminations, no appeals.

Georgie... That's not justice.

# I think I'm lost without you

# I just feel crushed without you

# Cos I've been strong for so long

# I never thought how
much I needed you

# I think I'm lost without you. #

What you up to? Just....

All the stars, eh? Freaky, innit?

There's, like, billions.

Have they got more stars here
than in Lanzarote?

They've got the same amount,
Fingers. Yeah.

Me and Marie are going to count...

You all right?

Georgie, what's up, man? Oh, fuck.

I just I thought I had everything
in this little box in my mind

that I'd never have to open again.
What do you mean, babe?

Listen, I knew this was going
to be hard. I did.

But I just keep being reminded
of Elvis, you know?

He was so alive here. He is...
He is so alive here.

Thing is, I just miss him
so fucking much.

Come here.

SHE SOBS

I don't think I can do this
any more, Fingers. I don't.

It's all right. I can't...

Don't crack up on us, Georgie.

I can't. I can't. Come on,
you're the grown-up, babe. Yeah?

You're the one who's
got their shit together.

Come on. Come on.
SHE SOBS

Come on, you're Georgie Lane.

All right?

# And I said...

# ..go. #

Right, opium's back in place.

Due to be picked up
at approximately 0800.

Tracker implanted.

Your team on the roof.

From your vantage point,
you're our eyes.

Need intel of movement.

Update, medic?

Well, these things take a lot
longer than you think.

Have you got an ETA? Well,
she's fully dilated, so now-ish.

Right, well, you'd better
stay with your patient then,

but keep noise to a minimum
and low profile. OK.

Lieutenant Hurst, all weapons
and ammunition on you.

If there's any contact,
you're in pole position.

Prepare for phase one.

Roger that.

Boss!

OK.

All focus, guys.

Throbber? Colour. Focus.

HURST: 4x4 en route, over.

All call signs on me.
Medics - not seen or heard, over.

WOMAN CRIES OUT

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
You're all right.

Roger. Out.

That's it, that's it,
that's it, that's it. Mimi.

Mimi. There, go and stand
with the kids. OK.

GUN COCKS

Shh, you need to...OK?

I don't understand.
He's coming towards the house.

Shh, shh, shh.

Boss. Do you reckon we're about to
be sold down the Firth of Forth?

Well, we're up shit creek without
a spanner if he has.

Hold your fire. I don't think
that's supposed to happen.

Indeed fucking not.

WHISPERING: Mimi.

I think he just said Omar, over.

Think he's wanting to take him
to Omar. Lane, stay with the family.

WOMAN GROANS

Boss, he's gone in.

Stay in position, Fingers.

If he goes upstairs...
Stay in position. Focus.

WOMAN GROANS AND PANTS

Lieutenant Hurst,
hold your position. Follow me.

MOANING CONTINUES

HE MUTTERS

Lieutenant Hurst, if you've
not heard from us in an hour,

make to RV point and
head to base, over.

CAR DOOR SHUTS

ENGINE STARTS

Ha-ha! That's what
I'm talking about. Phew!

This is the last time that
you get me into trouble, boss.

Lightweight.

WOMAN CRIES OUT

OK, how are we doing?

Prepare to abandon ship, boys.

MUFFLED SPEECH

OK, three, two, one.

Omar is in the building.

ON RADIO: Happy days, over.

OK. That's it.

CAR DOOR SHUTS

Dr Bahil.

ENGINE STARTS

Go in loud. Now!

Get your head down.

No, no, no, no! No, sunshine.

I can't tell you how much I've
looked forward to meeting you.

ON RADIO: Mike One Zero Alpha,
this is Zero One Zero Alpha.

Dr Bahil rescued alive.

What about Omar? Was he there?

Do you want me
to do the honours, boss?

Ain't happening.

Wouldn't it be simpler all round
if I double tap him now?

Well, let's just say...

..I'm doing it for a friend.

ON RADIO: Omar captured,
alive if not well.

SHE WAILS

OK. Right, I can see the head.
The baby's coming. Yeah? Yeah.

ON RADIO: Mike One Zero Alpha.

We think he's sent a truck
loaded with explosives your way.

You need to evacuate
the farm house immediately.

But the baby's already coming. Shit.

PROF: I can see
a vehicle approaching, sir.

Let's get them out.

Tallboy - kids. Throbber, on me.

Another push. Baby's coming.
WOMAN GROANS

Georgie, we need to move you guys.

What?

No! No, no, no!

We can't move her,
the baby is coming out!

Kingy, did you hear me?!
WOMAN WAILS

You could kill them both!

We stop it before it reaches target.

Kingy, we can't move her,
she's having a baby!

There's a suicide truck bomber
on it's...!

SHE SCREAMS

Shit! Look, listen, we need to...
Kingy, we can't move her!

We're stopping it. Hard stop.

HURST: All right, Two Section,
everyone in position.

Put that behind her head.
Let's stop this truck.

Lie back. Mimi, get some water now.

Can't evacuate the patient.
Engaging hard stop. Over.

Stand by! Stand by!

Breathe. Breathe.

VB IED approaching. Aim for the
engine. We need to stop that truck.

HE SHOUTS

Stand by for hard stop!

In three...

HE SHOUTS

..two...

Really big push.
That's it, that's it.

..one. Fire!

SHE GROANS

MUSIC DROWNS GUNFIRE AND SPEECH

BABY SCREAMS

That was so close.

Never in doubt.

Well played, Saunders.

MUSIC: Tusks by Toronto

# What do you mean?

# I don't feel your passion
for anything... #

Well done, medic.

Medics.

Right, let's alert local forces
and get medical help for Mrs Arush.

Once they're here, we'll double
away to the RV point, OK?

Colour.

# Oh, darling,
throw damage from afar

# Hollow me out

# And turn me down to someone
we both can't love now

# Edging your scars around... #

Do they know the dad was
in the back of that truck?

No. We'll spare them that
till later.

See, even amongst
all this crazy mayhem,

there's still room for
a little bit of happy.

You earned your spurs tonight, Mimi.

What's that mean?

You done good. We hate Spurs in
my house. West Ham all the way.

GUNFIRE

Contact left!
Break rank! Break rank!

Everybody good?
ALL: Sir!

Monk, you OK? Sir!

Has anybody got eyes on? No, sir!

Mimi, you OK? Yeah.

Zero, this is Five Two Zero Alpha.
Contact. Weighed down.

Get down, everybody, down!
Stay down!

Where the fuck did that come from?

I dunno! From a boulder somewhere -
it's come straight over your head!

Our transport is
200 yards up the road.

We can't risk moving from here,
boss. We need to locate where

the attack's coming from
and offer cover.

GUNFIRE

Fuck it. Throbber, no! Throbber!

SHOUTING: Throbber! Throbber!

Throbber! Throbber! Get down!

Enemy seen - 250 metres!
Let them rock!

Aim, fire!

THEY YELL OVER EACH OTHER

Get back in!

Get back in!

Get back in!

GUNFIRE

THEY YELL

ENGINE STALLS

ON RADIO: Five One Zero Alpha,
this is Throbber.

Just trying to start
the bastard now.

ENGINE STARTS

Yes! Oh.

Stay put, the Throbber's on his way.

GUNFIRE DROWNS SPEECH

Let's move, let's move! Move!

Get in the truck!
GUNFIRE DROWNS SPEECH

Move! Fingers! Fingers, get in!

Never thought I'd be so pleased
to see you, Throbber.

Is everybody all right? Sarge. Yeah?

Well done, Throbber.

Never do anything that fucking
stupid again, understood? Colour!

I don't know how many of them were
up there firing down at us.

Millions, Prof! It's a good job
they're a lousy shot, lads!

Hey, let's hold the celebration till
we're back at Zero. All right, guys.

Surely Throbber saving the day
deserves a celebration!

MIMI: You are... Woo-hoo!

MUSIC: Another Love
by Tom Odell

Way-hey! Come on. Get in, Throbber!

Who do you think you are?
Some superhero, Throbber?

MIMI LAUGHS

# I wanna take you somewhere
so you know I care... #

Fuck... Fingers has been hit.

Man down! What? Man down. Fingers.

Get him down, can you get him down?
Get him on the floor, mate!

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

Right, clear the space!

Get it off, get it off. I've got
you. Just keep breathing for me.

Hey. Boss, is he all right?!

Hold it in.
THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER

It's all right, babe.
Keep breathing.

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

# And I want to kiss you,
make you feel all right

# I'm just so tired
to share my nights

# I want to cry and I want to love

# But all my tears have been used up

# On another love

# Another love

# All my tears have been used up

# On another love, another love

# All my tears have been used up

# Oh, oh