Our Girl (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript
2 Section's rescue mission has devastating consequences, leaving Georgie's future in the army hanging in the balance.
Doctor Bahil is adamant she wants to
travel into the Kowt-e 'Ashro
region tomorrow.
She's gone! They've got her.
My death will be justified.
Omar was luring British soldiers
in to that building to kill them.
I don't mind what you're telling
people, right.
What do I tell people?
I thought you said
your mum was a teacher?
If she's not a midwife,
you need to say.
Dr Bahil rescued alive.
Fingers, get in!
Omar captured.
Want me to do the honours, boss?
It ain't happening.
Fingers has been hit.
Man down! Man down! Fingers.
SCREAM OF PAIN
Fingers. Fingers, calm down.
Fingers! Stop! Stop!
Look at me. Look at me.
Fingers! Fingers!
Get off me!
Stop it! I'm going to
make you better all right?
ENGINE SPUTTERS
What's happened?
Why have we stopped.
I've stalled it! Shit!
Hey, get in the back.
Oscar to Zero, come in, please.
Eyes on rear.
Move, move.
Monk, give Throbber a hand.
Colour.
Look at me.
I need you to be Mr Calm, OK?
Yo! Wait!
Come on, Throbber! Grab my hand!
Look, I've got you! Come on.
Prof, keep going please.
Oscar to Zero. Do you read? Over.
You've got this, Fingers!
You've got this, Bro.
Get this off him.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, please?
Am I bleeding out?
No! No.
Bleeding nuisance.
Calm down. It's all right. You're
fine, aren't you, Fingers, hey?
Oh, jeez.
Georgie, is it bad?
No. No, it's not bad.
What's up with you?
There's nothing wrong with you.
Calm down. All right. Calm down.
Get me a pack.
Is he going to be all right, Monk?
Let's just do what we've got to do.
FINGERS YELLS
Eyes on. Rear, Throbber.
Rear!
Prof, how are we doing with that
MERT?I can't get through. There's
no signal.Well, you keeptrying.
Oscar to Zero,
do you read? Come in.
Press that in really hard, yeah.
Should we morphine him?
Not with a possible chest injury.
No.Oscar to Zero. Do you read
please?
How's he doing, Sergeant Lane?
He's all right. He's fine. Tell him.
Fine, mate.
I'm going to make that plane in
the morning! Don't worry about that.
How long by road, Colour?
No, no, no.
There's no way we're going to get
him all the way back by road, sir.
He'll bleed out.
Colour, what do we do?We carry on
until we can establish comms
and get evac-ed out of this
hellhole, sir.
FINGERS WHIMPERS
OK, but there'll be bandits in these
hills, Colour.
Come on. Let's focus.
Yo, Monk.
4x4 in the distance...
..and a moped.
Any sign of weapons?
They're gaining on us!
Shit.They're getting closer! Look.
Let's just go out there
and take them out, yeah?
Do not engage.Georgie.
First round fired and they'll
be on us from every direction.
No, man.
Keep your eyes on the rear.
Stop panicking! What's wrong with
you?
Oscar to Zero. Emergency medical
assistance required.
One Cat A.
Georgie, I can't breathe.
Well, stop talking, then.
The blood pressure's
dropping, Georgie.
Don't sugar coat this.
Hey! Listen...
I'm getting you home.
Prof. Pulse 30.
I can't get through!
Fingers, nice and slow breaths.
What the hell is this, Kingy?
Bollocks.What's happened?
Why have we stopped?
Farm vehicles blocking both roads.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, please?
They've got weapons!
Oscar to zero. Emergency medical
assistance required.
Boss, we're trapped.
MUSIC: BATTLECRY
BY JORDAN MACKAMPA
Let's ram our way through?
They could be IED-ed.
And there's that little matter
of a rocket launcher at our rear.
Is it on?Yeah.Right. I
need to get him up.
We need to check for exit wounds.
No, no! Fingers! Fingers! Fingers, I
need you awake, all right?
I need you in the Wide Awake Club.
HE CRIES OUT
Let's get this off.
Let's get this off.
Shit, Georgie!
Oi, Oi.
Prof we need that MERT now.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, PLEASE?
We need emergency
medical assistance.
Boss.
They've got reinforcements coming!
Nice and tight.
Two more seconds, Fingers.
It's the bloody SF.
RAPID GUNFIRE
CHAOTIC SHOUTING
Watch his head.
Watch his head.
Incoming!
You took your time, Spanner.
What do you think? Taliban?
Might regret letting them go, boss.
We'll regret it even more
if they turn out to be farmers.
We need to bum a lift with you guys.
Our car's bolloxed.
GUNFIRE
BULLETS RATTLE OFF TRUCK
This is a bit...
It's not good, Georgie.
Right! 2 Section, on me.
Monk. On me!
SHOUTING
GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING
All set, Boss!
On me! On me!
Hello, Zero, this is Oscar.
Radio check, over.
I need to speak to Marie.
We'll think about that
when we're back in camp, eh?
I need to speak to her now, Georgie.
Mate, there's no signal.
Let me record something then.
I need to tell her.
I need to tell her.
SOMBRE MUSIC
You ready?
Marie.
How're you doing?
I've, er...
..got myself into a spot of bother,
babe.
Might have to have our honeymoon
at the QE in Birmingham.
MUSIC: Tomorrow
by Daughter
VOICE DROWNED OUT BY MUSIC
# By tomorrow I'll be
left in the darkness. #
Love you.
I'm sorry.
I've got them! I've got through!
Cover me.
Coming through!
Prof, what the hell are you doing?
Contact with the Brits.
UK comms room.
Any word from Sergeant Lane?
Why? Where are they?
Where's Georgie?
The comms have been down.
Couldn't get hold of them.
But where are they?
They were the support
group for Special Forces.
Looking for you.
That whole area is enemy territory.
Go!
Doctor! Please!
Georgie!
I've got Antonio on the wire.
It's all right, Fingers!
We've got a line now.
We've got a line.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Lane, Antonio.Yeah. One man down.
Cat A. Gunshot wound.Where?
Right side of the chest.
There's an exit wound.
We did our best to contain the bleed
but he's...
His pulse is weak.
Yeah, and he's struggling
to breathe.
I feel like I'm losing him.
Describe his breathing, Georgie.
One second.Shallow?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's breathing shallow, yeah.
All right. If he's
struggling to breathe,
the bullet must have
penetrated the lung.
We're looking at a possible
hemopneumothorax.Yeah.
I think you're right.
I need to release the air.
I've done it before.
Great.Right. I need a syringe.
Syringe.
Make sure he's lying flat.
Yeah, he's lying flat.
Thanks, Prof.
FINGERS GASPS FOR AIR
BULLETS RATTLE AGAINST TRUCK
Jesus!
Mimi, Mimi!
Bullets can't get through this
vehicle, OK? Carry on, carry on.
Concentrate.
Georgie's talking to Antonio now.
11 o'clock. Two hostiles.
Make that one now, Monk.
What the hell are we doing about
getting out to them? There's
incoming!
We can't get the helicopters that
side of the mountains.
It's all Taliban
and they'll be blown out of the sky.
Fantastic.Antonio?
I'm here.
Second rib to the
mid-clavicular line.
Roger?Roger.
You need a steady hand for
this, Georgie, OK?
So take your time.
They can't get the helicopter
any closer.
Chance of getting to the RV point?
We've got one Cat A.
Not sure we can stretcher him
over the mountains.
Think the movement will be too much.
Blue! 10 o'clock.
Bandits approaching.
Hold your fire, guys. White flag.
Look! We need to take them out.
Hold your fucking fire.
What?
You're surrounded. Give us Omar
and we'll let you through.
Listen, fella!
We can put a bullet in Omar's
brain right now.
Give us Omar or we'll kill you all.
We have plenty of men
and many bullets.
No way we're giving them Omar.
We're not in a strong bargaining
position here.
Let's move. Monk.
I think we're going to have to do
a deal here, boys.
Hold me weapon.
Move your vehicles, give us safe
passage to our onward transport...
..and we'll give you Omar.
I give you my word as an Englishman.
And a Welshman.
And a Scot.
Show us Omar and we have deal.
Let's hope he's still alive.
Talk to me, Lane.
So I'm going to insert the needle,
sir.
At a 90 degree angle, in the space
between the second and the third
rib.
In one motion, Georgie, OK?
And you've got to push it in hard.
OK, Roger that.
Inserting the needle now.
Hard, Georgie.
CRUNCH
Yes!
FINGERS BREATHES HEAVILY
What's happening, Georgie?
He's breathing. He's breathing.
OK. Remove the needle and
leave the IV cannula sheet inside
and tell me how his breathing is.
It's less shallow.
Pulse returning to normal.
Stop worrying me, you bellend.
Prep IV.
I need him on that MERT, sir.
Out you come, Sugar Tits.
We'll meet again.
Come on.
We need to evacuate our injured
comrade.
Move your vehicles, let us
through...
..and we'll give you Omar back.
What is he playing at?
Right, lads, load up.
Let's move.
In to the vehicles now.
Span out, Mimi. On
his face. On three.
One, two... FINGERS YELLS
Let's bandage.
Keep breathing, Fingers.
We need to make room, OK?
Georgie.
Thank you. Thank you, Georgie Lane.
I'm sorry.Eh.
Shut it...
..you big Doris.
Listen!
I'm getting you home.
OK.
OK. You have arrived
at your destination.
Zero. 3 minutes to RV point.
They've got him, Colour.
Put your foot down.
Looks like this mountain path stops
so we're going to have to foot
the last half a kilometre.
We can't do that.
We need to keep him level.
We can all just carry
the stretcher together
and keep it steady as possible.
We're getting him back alive, Prof.
Too fucking right, we are.
Right that's it. Everybody out.
We're on foot.
Right. Put him down. Watch his head.
Watch his head. Watch his head.
Watch his head! Right, keep it
still. One, two, three.
Right, two Section. Move. On me.
Zero, I have eyes on two section.
Come on, you lot. Move!
CLAMOUR IN OWN LANGUAGE
Shit! Fuck's sake!
Fucking concentrate!
If you drop him.
I will never forgive you.
Any of you.
Move in.
Mate, we're there now. Don't you be
going to sleep on my watch.
We're right there. We're going to
make it! Come on, Fingers.
Look, you're here now.Let's get him
in. Move, team! Move, team.
ALL TALK AT ONCE
You motherf...
Let me go! Get off me! Let me go!
Calm yourself! Calm down.
Get on the chopper now.
All right.Get on.
Air to the chest,
no exit wound.
Pulse is very erratic. He's
conscious. He's breathing.
We need blood.
Medic, you keep my boy alive.
You've got this medic!
We've got to go.
Hold on! Hold on!
We've got three of our guys
still coming.
You're going to be all right.
OK? Keep focused.
We've got to move, guys!
We're not going anywhere yet.
Colour! Eyes on.
Where the hell, are they?
No-one there yet.
Get him up.Come on. I've been
carrying you since selection, boy!
Don't you die on me now.
Wait!
Eyes on. Eyes on.Get hold
of him.Grab him.
Can you hear me, Fingers? It's going
to be all right. All right?
Blue! Blue! Get in.
Got this.
Shot, Colour.Oh, shit.
Let's get out of here.Let's
go. Let's go! Let's go!
Hey, don't go to sleep on me.
Stay awake.
You're all right, Fingers.
We've got you now, yeah?
You're here.
You're going to be all right.
You're going to be fine.
We've got you. Go on. Get him in.
Oh, my God.
We got him here alive.
You got him here, Georgie.Yeah.
You got him here.
He's going to be all right?
Yeah.
Now, you go take care
of yourself. OK?
He's in good hands.
Thank you.
All right, guys.
Let's do a primary survey.
His tension has been decompressed.
We need to put in a chest drain.
Let's get some blood in to him.
We need two large port cannulas.
Gentlemen. Seat of pants.
But at the end of the day,
hostage rescued and target captured.
History will say we did well.
One Cat A and a few close calls,
sir.
I guess the chaps will have a good
after-dinner story to tell.
Well...
..all very worthwhile then, sir.
Shame we had to leave behind
a £2 million bit of kit.
Hey, ho. Thank you, Sergeant.
Well done, Mr Hurst.
Could you shut my door, please?
Wind picking up.
"Forward, he cried, from the rear."
Look after yourself, you Welsh tart.
See ya.
You all right? What's happening?
Waiting for my work-shy
homie to man up.
He got lucky.
Muscle and flesh damage.
Few weeks off and he'll
be in a ditch somewhere near you!
He loves me really.
Did we get medical assistance for
Mrs Aarush?
Mother and baby doing well, I hear.
Not so the husband.
He was in the back of the truck.
What, that exploded?Aye.Oh, shit.
When...
When you stayed behind
and we went to the RV point...
..did you think you were
going to make it?
No.
You were willing to make
the ultimate sacrifice.
Like Elvis.
Get some sleep, yeah?
Omar's currently being
guarded by several hundred Yanks
and your man, he's...
He's in the best possible hands.
Thank you.
How far is it to the moon
and back, do you reckon?
I'm just saying, you know, because
that's what people say, don't they?
Love you to the moon and back.
But surely it's not as far
as Mars or...?
That's infinity, innit?
I don't know.
I wish I'd listened in school.
My biology teacher, yeah, told me
that when you have sex,
the bollock yoghurt
comes out of the right testicle
whereas if you do it yourself,
it comes out of the left.
One of yours must come back looking
like a raisin and the other one
a melon!
Boy, I'm telling you,
I tested it every 20 minutes.
Is that what your teacher told you,
Throbber?
He's a bit cruel, isn't he?She.
This is so much better than going
out on the lash.
You lot do realise that we will
remember today for, like...
Well, always, actually.
Even when we're 100, you know?
Well done, today, Mimi.
Delivering a baby.
Some real downstairs action, gal!
Yeah, well, her mum does that
stuff for a living so it's...
It's kind of like cheating, innit,
Mimi?
Hey! Here he is.
The man that saved Special Forces.
All right. OK.
All right. Look. This ain't
an episode of Long Lost Family
so let's all cut the clapping
bollocks, all right?
How's Fingers, Colour?
Still in surgery,
so I need you all
cracking on with your after-action
reports in the morning.
Then normal duties resume.
ALL:Colour.
Here you are, Prof.
THEY CHATTER
We struggled to access the injury
the bullet caused.
He'll need more
surgery in the next 24 hours.Again?
We've achieved haemostasis
but it's only a
temporary solution, Georgie.
One thing's for sure, though -
he's a fighter.
Come on.
Go get some rest, OK?
There's nothing
more you can do here.
I'm going nowhere.
DOOR CLOSES
MUSIC: This is the Walk
by David O'Dowda.
Georgie?
You all right?Yeah.
I brought you some scoff.
Oh, no. I'm fine.
It's a cheese omelette.
Get it down you.
You all right?Is it cheese?
Er, it's goat's cheese.
We do get it in Manchester,
you know.Do we?
Maybe not in Stockport.
We've just got brown bread.
BEEPING
What's going on? What's going on?
Antonio? Antonio? What's going on?
Fingers? Fingers?
He's VF.Fingers?
We need to shock him.Oh, shit!
MUFFLED: Oh, no, no, no!
Charging, 200 joules.
Fingers!200J. Everybody clear.
FLATLINE
Start compressions. You don't
need to see this, all right?Please.
Everybody's got a job to do without
you getting in the way.
Take her to my office.
Stay with her.
It's going to be all right.
Oh, shit.
FLATLINE
All right, I've got this.
SHE PANTS
Come on, Fingers.
How can it take this long?
Get the adrenaline, please.
FLAT TONE
HE SIGHS
FLAT TONE CONTINUES
TONE STOPS
Time of death, 8.49.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
I need to call Marie.
HE SIGHS
Fingers was the first person to
welcome me into the platoon.
His enthusiasm never waned.
We've all lost a terrific soldier...
..and a friend.
The platoon will stay here,
complete the tour...
..and we do it in his honour.
If any of you guys need to talk,
my office door will be open 24/7.
LINE RINGS
I just want to go out there now
and kill every last
one of them fuckers.
I keep seeing his face.
I see it every time I shut my eyes.
There's nothing that can
make this better.
This is...just it.
SHE SIGHS
MIMI:You OK, Georgie?
I just...need to sort everything.
Georgie, we can do that later.
PROF:Yeah, we can help, Georgie.
I CAN do this.
Hi, Pa. It's me.
Yeah. I just thought
I'd touch base, say hello.
Oh, OK. Yeah, no...
Of course.
Yeah. OK. Erm...
I'm sorry. Just...
..say hi to everyone for me, then.
OK, bye.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.
All set, boss.Wondered if it
might be one of the guys.
No. Me.
Any...
..sage advice before you go?Boss?
I never expected to lose
a man on Op Toral, for fuck sake.
It's a training and security tour.
Yeah, well, we have, sir.
And we carry on because...
..there's no option.
Look. You've given them
an opportunity to talk
but keep them busy.
They're counting on you
to take charge.
BUGLE PLAYS LAST POST
Up.
LAST POST CONTINUES
I could come in with you.
It's something that I'm better
doing by myself, Kingy.
Have you?Yeah.
And, erm...thank you...for...
Everything?
Well, I was going to say driving me
home but, yeah.
For everything.
Hiya, Mum.
Thank you.
You all right, Grace?
Come on.
Let's get you inside, yeah?
Yo, is that Omar?
Put me on guard duty.
One night in his cell...
What time is the funeral?
3pm.
Stand up.
Stand easy, guys.
Right. All eyes on me, please.
We're very aware of what today is,
but it's business as usual.
We go on.
We have no choice.
So we do Fingers proud.
OK, let's go.ALL:Sir.
Hiya, Prof. I, er...I knew your
phone was going to be off.
I just wanted to, er...
..borrow some of your wisdom.
She looks done in.
I don't know what to do.
What can I say to her?
You don't need to say anything to
her, Mum.
She knows you're here for her.
We're both there for her.
Georgie, don't go back.
I couldn't bear it if
I lost you too.
Mum...
..you're not going to lose me.
But I am going back.
WHISPERS: Mum...I'm sorry.
There you go.
Thank you.
GEORGIE CLEARS HER THROAT
Wait.
Are you sure on now?
I need to hear it again.
OK.
PHONE BEEPS
FINGERS' VOICE:Marie.
How you doing?
I've, er...
..got myself into a
spot of bother, babe.
We might have to have our honeymoon
at the QE in Birmingham.
LABOURED BREATHING
I've got so much I need to tell you.
Tell you how you...put my life in
focus.
I didn't even know my life was
out of focus
until you came along, Marie...and
sharpened me.
GROANS:Oh, Marie.
I'm coming home.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
What happened after that, Georgie?
I need every detail.
INAUDIBLE
He loved you.
We've both been loved.
Everything's just a fluke.
You bringing Fingers
home that day.
Me actually being home.
Him slipping me his number
when you were in the kitchen.
It's all a fucking fluke.
Obviously, I knew he was a soldier.
I just...
I didn't think it was going
to end like this.
I know.
Please, just...make
everything OK, Georgie,
like you used to do
when we were kids.
Come here. Come here.
Everything's going to be OK.
SHE SOBS
I promise.
Move your thumb.
What's wrong with you.
Don't look at me -
concentrate on your weapon!
You fire with your thumb there
and it'll be ripped off
when the top slide springs back.
Well, he should fucking know this.
GUNSHOT
BELL TOLLS
Fingers and I, we, erm,
we served together...
..experiencing things that we
could never share with anyone else.
And then he met my sister...
..and he fell in love
and he wanted to spend
the rest of his life with her.
A comrade of ours found a book
underneath Fingers' bed.
It was a present from Marie.
It's called The Fault in Our Stars.
SHE FALTERS
SHE SNIFFS, CLEARS HER THROAT
"The pleasure of remembering
had been taken from me,
"because there was no longer
anyone to remember with.
GUNSHOT RINGS OUT
"It felt like losing your
co-rememberer,
"meant losing the memory itself,
"as if the things we'd done
were less real and important
"than they had been hours before."
INAUDIBLE
Detail, unload.
What the hell are you doing?!
Never point a loaded weapon
at anyone.
Are you stupid or what?Monk.
We're trying to help you here.
Maybe you need to learn
a bit of respect.Shut up.
You're a guest in this country...
Are you taking the piss?
Monk, Throbber, move away
right now.Let's go.
Move. Move.I'll see you in my
office shortly.
I'll knock that
geezer into next week!
Yeah, and if you do that, what's
going to happen? You're going to
get kicked out.
I saw him when we was repatriating
Fingers.Mate, they don't care.
I don't know what you saw, but
Fingers was nothing to them, man.
I know how you feel.
I miss him too.
You'll never know how I feel,
so don't give it the big 'un
about knowing Fingers,
cos you weren't his mate, or mine.
Move.
I know what you must be going
through,
but you've got to
keep yourself in check.
You feel something bubbling up,
you count to ten.
He looked at his watch, sir.
What?
When we were repatriating Fingers.
It's not on.
He was being disrespectful, sir.
It must be unimaginable, Monk...
..to lose your friend
and stay on the tour.
VOICE BREAKS:I was his best man
and saw them pack his life
into a little box.
I don't want my son handed a box
with all of me in it.
It makes me think, sir,
what would happen to him
if anything happened to me?
I was a child of the regiment,
like your little boy.
You were like my Thumper?
In the sense that...
..my dad was always on tour too.
But you know what?
If you make
your time at home with him special,
and you let him know how much you
love him...
..all will be well.
Is that what your father
did with you?
My door's always open, Monk.
Hi.Hey.
I used to come here every day
after school.
Meet my mates.
Had my first bit of alcohol here.
My first snog.
Brendan bloody Lewis,
on this roundabout.
He told me about his mum's suicide.
So, out of sympathy,
I let him give me a love bite.
Anyway, next day,
went round to his, knocked on.
His mum answered the door.
Should have had it sussed out then,
eh?
It's bullshit.
What?
Everything, Kingy.
Everything?Mm.
Or are we just cursed?
HE SIGHS
Two sisters.
Two sisters both
losing their partners in Afghan.
GEORGIE SIGHS
Marie asked me this morning
if everything was going to be
all right.
There was nothing I could say.
No words will ever make it easier.
It's just this...
..fucking hollow
pain that never goes away.
Ever.
I think about him, Kingy.
All the time.
I put my head on the pillow
and there he is. There's Elvis.
I think about him so fucking much.
You know, sometimes I wonder
whether he's actually alive,
and all this is just a sign.
I know it's crazy.Mm.
Kingy, I didn't even
check his fucking pulse.
Oh, come on, Georgie,
you didn't have to.
Oh, come on. All right, say he
wasn't dead when they took him.
You're looking at me like I'm mad.
You are...mad.
Look. Why don't you
stay here for a bit?
Get that head right?No.
I'm going back to Afghan with you.
We can finish off the tour
without you.
Kingy, don't you dare
kick me off now.Easy.
No-one's kicking you off.
Your call.
But I've a right to be concerned
and you could do me the respect of
listening. That's all.
OK.
Thank you. I'm fine.
I'm coming back with you.
I've got unfinished business.
BABY CRIES
# Go to sleep
Go to sleep
# Little baby go to sleep. #
Well, it ain't going to happen with
you warbling down the line at him.
I'm soothing him, Doris.
Yeah, righto.
Tell him I love him.He knows that.
And I love you too.
And I love you back.
Do you know what?
There are parts of my life that
I choose not to tell everyone.
Right?
OK. I don't know what you're
chatting about, by the way.
I'm just being friendly.
OK.
I don't care who your parents are.
Whether they're teachers or
chess champions or doctors.
It doesn't matter,
it's not relevant.
I just don't want to talk about it
because it's not important.
You don't have to lie to impress us.
Right? We like you for being you.
We're here to escort you to
the American base, sir.Fine.
What are your thoughts?
They all want a deal.
And we want his intel on Taliban
activity,
here and across the border.
He has known links with ISIS.
His evidence would potentially
damage the insurgency in the region.
He's willing to collaborate.
They'll say whatever they think
we want to hear.Look.
He'd only get a deal if he gave us
something concrete.
What have we got to lose?
The sooner we pull out lock, stock
and barrel, the better it will be.
How was it?
Yeah, we did him proud.
What, don't I get a hug,
or am I a bit ripe post-flight?
I didn't want to say anything.
You all right, Colour?Hello.
You all right?Good to see you.
How's your clicky knee?
Ah, er...Clicky as ever.
You know what? It could be your
boot.
I'll give it a check when I get in.
How did you get on with
Fault in Our Stars?
Yeah, I got to the end.
Just about.Good.
Thank you for keeping in touch.
Always.
Come on, Cheese.
LOUD MUSIC SPILLS FROM HEADPHONES
Cheese, this is 2 Section.
How do?
Guys, we've got a new member for the
duration of the rest of this tour.
Prof, can I charge you
with settling him in?
Oh, yeah. You know me, Colour.
Mother hen.
Come on, Cheese.All right, mate?
Come on, Cheesy, lad.
I'm Throbber, yeah?
All right, soldier?
All right, Georgie?
All right, Mimi?
The wanderer returns.
How you doing?
How's Dr Bahil?
Driving me crazy, wanting
to be discharged.
How are you?
Fit and ready for anything the Army
has to throw at me.
I want to make sure you're ready to
dive straight back in.
100%.
You're a good soldier.
It's been a difficult few days.
It hasn't been easy.
What's that saying?
God places the heaviest
burden on those who can carry it.
Well...
..sometimes I can feel
me knees buckling.
I hope you always know that
I'm here...
..if you need me.
I know.
Thank you.
So you was, like, on the bench,
and the manager goes,
"Get yourself warmed up, fella -
you're on"?
Sort of. I was at Woolwich.
They put out a trawl.
Ta, mate.S'all right.
It's been a right
clusterfuck, this tour.
I was briefed.
I'm sorry to hear
about all the shit.
Look at you, fella.
You look like a Victorian boxer.
Wish I had my protein shake
this morning now.
I used to be able to bench nearly
twice me body weight.
I can believe it.
Some guns you're packing there.
Yo.
I'm sorry about the other day.
A few more hours in Op Massive
and I reckon I'd be able to bench
the whole bloody platoon.
Come in.
You ready for me and my clicky knee?
Get in.
Oh, you want me on your couch?
Go on, hop on.
HE GROANS
It's all right?
Yeah.
Put this underneath.Thank you.
Any discomfort?
Ooh! Other than them cold hands?
I'll wear my Marigolds next time.
How's it been here?
It's hit everyone.
Mm. The enemy's been captured.
I mean, it's not the end
but at least, you know,
I feel like it's...
What, some sort of closure?
Yeah, maybe.
What?
I think I may have inadvertently
overhead some intel...
..about Omar.
What?
Don't shoot the messenger,
but I think they may be planning
on cutting him some type of deal.
What do you mean? What sort of deal?
He's going to give them information
on various other warlords,
and in return...
They let him off?
I'm not sure. I don't know.
I mean, probably not.
But there has been instances where
warlords have been given
a new identity and started
life in a new country.No.
Georgie.No.No, Georgie.
Medic. I need to hydrate!
Here you are.
I'll just grab another bottle.
HE WHISTLES
I'm not being rude
but I'm a bit busy.
Look at you,
all respectable in your uniform.
Butter wouldn't melt.
What would people make of this
new you back home?
Sergeant?
Is it true? They're thinking about
doing a deal with Omar
and letting him off?
That's enough, Sergeant Lane.
Countless killings,
torturing, beheading,
blowing people off
tops of buildings,
but you grass on a couple of your
mates
and it's a slap on the wrist,
innit?You finished?
Right. Get outside, shut the door.
Knock on the door and wait until
I say enter before opening.
Understood?
KNOCK ON DOOR
Enter.
They just looked at me.
It was so obvious.What?
That they're complicit in this
arrangement.
I mean the Brigadier certainly is.
Otherwise, he would have said it
wasn't true.
I wasn't saying anything to him
that he didn't already know.
He knows they're cutting
a deal with Attan Omar.
I could see it in his eyes.
Yeah. It's awful,
this bigger-picture crap.
Come in.
You knocked, Lane?
On me.
Sir, firstly, please accept my
apologies for my previous outburst.
It won't happen again, sir.
At ease, Sergeant.
We have a duty of care.
We are constantly evaluating what is
best for the regiment
and for the individual soldier.
Sir?
With regard to the current situation
that we're dealing with,
you have a personal involvement that
isn't beneficial to your wellbeing.
We've all got personal involvement,
haven't we, sir?
Sergeant Lane.
Omar's killed one of our platoon.
He also happened to
be behind the murder of your fiance.
Judging by your erstwhile behaviour,
there is a cause for concern.
Can you perform your duties
in a dispassionate
and professional manner?
That's bullshit, sir.
Sergeant Lane.
You are rather proving his point.
This is not a matter for debate.
And...
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
..we need you to see
the psych for evaluation.
UNDER HER BREATH: Oh, my God.
You will be confined to barracks
and placed on restricted duties
until further notice,
and until it can be determined
whether you are fit enough
to continue this tour...
..or indeed continue in the Army.
Thank you, Sergeant Lane.
Can I just say...?No.
Thank you, Sergeant Lane.
BOOT CLICKS
Tensions are running high,
we've just lost one of our men.
Watch where you're going, prick.
Crack us a smile son.
I'm so sick and tired
of you British people.
Omar is trying to cut some deal
with the Americans.
I think it's best you leave.
Your psych assessment has been
arranged for this morning.
They think I've
got PTSD, don't they?
Let's not rule anything
out at this stage.
Heads up! Heads up!
All rooms are clear,
bomb-making factory found.
HE ISSUES COMMAND OVER CLAMOUR
What the hell went down with
you and that old man?
You keep my secret,
and I'll keep yours.
I want to hurt him.
travel into the Kowt-e 'Ashro
region tomorrow.
She's gone! They've got her.
My death will be justified.
Omar was luring British soldiers
in to that building to kill them.
I don't mind what you're telling
people, right.
What do I tell people?
I thought you said
your mum was a teacher?
If she's not a midwife,
you need to say.
Dr Bahil rescued alive.
Fingers, get in!
Omar captured.
Want me to do the honours, boss?
It ain't happening.
Fingers has been hit.
Man down! Man down! Fingers.
SCREAM OF PAIN
Fingers. Fingers, calm down.
Fingers! Stop! Stop!
Look at me. Look at me.
Fingers! Fingers!
Get off me!
Stop it! I'm going to
make you better all right?
ENGINE SPUTTERS
What's happened?
Why have we stopped.
I've stalled it! Shit!
Hey, get in the back.
Oscar to Zero, come in, please.
Eyes on rear.
Move, move.
Monk, give Throbber a hand.
Colour.
Look at me.
I need you to be Mr Calm, OK?
Yo! Wait!
Come on, Throbber! Grab my hand!
Look, I've got you! Come on.
Prof, keep going please.
Oscar to Zero. Do you read? Over.
You've got this, Fingers!
You've got this, Bro.
Get this off him.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, please?
Am I bleeding out?
No! No.
Bleeding nuisance.
Calm down. It's all right. You're
fine, aren't you, Fingers, hey?
Oh, jeez.
Georgie, is it bad?
No. No, it's not bad.
What's up with you?
There's nothing wrong with you.
Calm down. All right. Calm down.
Get me a pack.
Is he going to be all right, Monk?
Let's just do what we've got to do.
FINGERS YELLS
Eyes on. Rear, Throbber.
Rear!
Prof, how are we doing with that
MERT?I can't get through. There's
no signal.Well, you keeptrying.
Oscar to Zero,
do you read? Come in.
Press that in really hard, yeah.
Should we morphine him?
Not with a possible chest injury.
No.Oscar to Zero. Do you read
please?
How's he doing, Sergeant Lane?
He's all right. He's fine. Tell him.
Fine, mate.
I'm going to make that plane in
the morning! Don't worry about that.
How long by road, Colour?
No, no, no.
There's no way we're going to get
him all the way back by road, sir.
He'll bleed out.
Colour, what do we do?We carry on
until we can establish comms
and get evac-ed out of this
hellhole, sir.
FINGERS WHIMPERS
OK, but there'll be bandits in these
hills, Colour.
Come on. Let's focus.
Yo, Monk.
4x4 in the distance...
..and a moped.
Any sign of weapons?
They're gaining on us!
Shit.They're getting closer! Look.
Let's just go out there
and take them out, yeah?
Do not engage.Georgie.
First round fired and they'll
be on us from every direction.
No, man.
Keep your eyes on the rear.
Stop panicking! What's wrong with
you?
Oscar to Zero. Emergency medical
assistance required.
One Cat A.
Georgie, I can't breathe.
Well, stop talking, then.
The blood pressure's
dropping, Georgie.
Don't sugar coat this.
Hey! Listen...
I'm getting you home.
Prof. Pulse 30.
I can't get through!
Fingers, nice and slow breaths.
What the hell is this, Kingy?
Bollocks.What's happened?
Why have we stopped?
Farm vehicles blocking both roads.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, please?
They've got weapons!
Oscar to zero. Emergency medical
assistance required.
Boss, we're trapped.
MUSIC: BATTLECRY
BY JORDAN MACKAMPA
Let's ram our way through?
They could be IED-ed.
And there's that little matter
of a rocket launcher at our rear.
Is it on?Yeah.Right. I
need to get him up.
We need to check for exit wounds.
No, no! Fingers! Fingers! Fingers, I
need you awake, all right?
I need you in the Wide Awake Club.
HE CRIES OUT
Let's get this off.
Let's get this off.
Shit, Georgie!
Oi, Oi.
Prof we need that MERT now.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, PLEASE?
We need emergency
medical assistance.
Boss.
They've got reinforcements coming!
Nice and tight.
Two more seconds, Fingers.
It's the bloody SF.
RAPID GUNFIRE
CHAOTIC SHOUTING
Watch his head.
Watch his head.
Incoming!
You took your time, Spanner.
What do you think? Taliban?
Might regret letting them go, boss.
We'll regret it even more
if they turn out to be farmers.
We need to bum a lift with you guys.
Our car's bolloxed.
GUNFIRE
BULLETS RATTLE OFF TRUCK
This is a bit...
It's not good, Georgie.
Right! 2 Section, on me.
Monk. On me!
SHOUTING
GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING
All set, Boss!
On me! On me!
Hello, Zero, this is Oscar.
Radio check, over.
I need to speak to Marie.
We'll think about that
when we're back in camp, eh?
I need to speak to her now, Georgie.
Mate, there's no signal.
Let me record something then.
I need to tell her.
I need to tell her.
SOMBRE MUSIC
You ready?
Marie.
How're you doing?
I've, er...
..got myself into a spot of bother,
babe.
Might have to have our honeymoon
at the QE in Birmingham.
MUSIC: Tomorrow
by Daughter
VOICE DROWNED OUT BY MUSIC
# By tomorrow I'll be
left in the darkness. #
Love you.
I'm sorry.
I've got them! I've got through!
Cover me.
Coming through!
Prof, what the hell are you doing?
Contact with the Brits.
UK comms room.
Any word from Sergeant Lane?
Why? Where are they?
Where's Georgie?
The comms have been down.
Couldn't get hold of them.
But where are they?
They were the support
group for Special Forces.
Looking for you.
That whole area is enemy territory.
Go!
Doctor! Please!
Georgie!
I've got Antonio on the wire.
It's all right, Fingers!
We've got a line now.
We've got a line.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Lane, Antonio.Yeah. One man down.
Cat A. Gunshot wound.Where?
Right side of the chest.
There's an exit wound.
We did our best to contain the bleed
but he's...
His pulse is weak.
Yeah, and he's struggling
to breathe.
I feel like I'm losing him.
Describe his breathing, Georgie.
One second.Shallow?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's breathing shallow, yeah.
All right. If he's
struggling to breathe,
the bullet must have
penetrated the lung.
We're looking at a possible
hemopneumothorax.Yeah.
I think you're right.
I need to release the air.
I've done it before.
Great.Right. I need a syringe.
Syringe.
Make sure he's lying flat.
Yeah, he's lying flat.
Thanks, Prof.
FINGERS GASPS FOR AIR
BULLETS RATTLE AGAINST TRUCK
Jesus!
Mimi, Mimi!
Bullets can't get through this
vehicle, OK? Carry on, carry on.
Concentrate.
Georgie's talking to Antonio now.
11 o'clock. Two hostiles.
Make that one now, Monk.
What the hell are we doing about
getting out to them? There's
incoming!
We can't get the helicopters that
side of the mountains.
It's all Taliban
and they'll be blown out of the sky.
Fantastic.Antonio?
I'm here.
Second rib to the
mid-clavicular line.
Roger?Roger.
You need a steady hand for
this, Georgie, OK?
So take your time.
They can't get the helicopter
any closer.
Chance of getting to the RV point?
We've got one Cat A.
Not sure we can stretcher him
over the mountains.
Think the movement will be too much.
Blue! 10 o'clock.
Bandits approaching.
Hold your fire, guys. White flag.
Look! We need to take them out.
Hold your fucking fire.
What?
You're surrounded. Give us Omar
and we'll let you through.
Listen, fella!
We can put a bullet in Omar's
brain right now.
Give us Omar or we'll kill you all.
We have plenty of men
and many bullets.
No way we're giving them Omar.
We're not in a strong bargaining
position here.
Let's move. Monk.
I think we're going to have to do
a deal here, boys.
Hold me weapon.
Move your vehicles, give us safe
passage to our onward transport...
..and we'll give you Omar.
I give you my word as an Englishman.
And a Welshman.
And a Scot.
Show us Omar and we have deal.
Let's hope he's still alive.
Talk to me, Lane.
So I'm going to insert the needle,
sir.
At a 90 degree angle, in the space
between the second and the third
rib.
In one motion, Georgie, OK?
And you've got to push it in hard.
OK, Roger that.
Inserting the needle now.
Hard, Georgie.
CRUNCH
Yes!
FINGERS BREATHES HEAVILY
What's happening, Georgie?
He's breathing. He's breathing.
OK. Remove the needle and
leave the IV cannula sheet inside
and tell me how his breathing is.
It's less shallow.
Pulse returning to normal.
Stop worrying me, you bellend.
Prep IV.
I need him on that MERT, sir.
Out you come, Sugar Tits.
We'll meet again.
Come on.
We need to evacuate our injured
comrade.
Move your vehicles, let us
through...
..and we'll give you Omar back.
What is he playing at?
Right, lads, load up.
Let's move.
In to the vehicles now.
Span out, Mimi. On
his face. On three.
One, two... FINGERS YELLS
Let's bandage.
Keep breathing, Fingers.
We need to make room, OK?
Georgie.
Thank you. Thank you, Georgie Lane.
I'm sorry.Eh.
Shut it...
..you big Doris.
Listen!
I'm getting you home.
OK.
OK. You have arrived
at your destination.
Zero. 3 minutes to RV point.
They've got him, Colour.
Put your foot down.
Looks like this mountain path stops
so we're going to have to foot
the last half a kilometre.
We can't do that.
We need to keep him level.
We can all just carry
the stretcher together
and keep it steady as possible.
We're getting him back alive, Prof.
Too fucking right, we are.
Right that's it. Everybody out.
We're on foot.
Right. Put him down. Watch his head.
Watch his head. Watch his head.
Watch his head! Right, keep it
still. One, two, three.
Right, two Section. Move. On me.
Zero, I have eyes on two section.
Come on, you lot. Move!
CLAMOUR IN OWN LANGUAGE
Shit! Fuck's sake!
Fucking concentrate!
If you drop him.
I will never forgive you.
Any of you.
Move in.
Mate, we're there now. Don't you be
going to sleep on my watch.
We're right there. We're going to
make it! Come on, Fingers.
Look, you're here now.Let's get him
in. Move, team! Move, team.
ALL TALK AT ONCE
You motherf...
Let me go! Get off me! Let me go!
Calm yourself! Calm down.
Get on the chopper now.
All right.Get on.
Air to the chest,
no exit wound.
Pulse is very erratic. He's
conscious. He's breathing.
We need blood.
Medic, you keep my boy alive.
You've got this medic!
We've got to go.
Hold on! Hold on!
We've got three of our guys
still coming.
You're going to be all right.
OK? Keep focused.
We've got to move, guys!
We're not going anywhere yet.
Colour! Eyes on.
Where the hell, are they?
No-one there yet.
Get him up.Come on. I've been
carrying you since selection, boy!
Don't you die on me now.
Wait!
Eyes on. Eyes on.Get hold
of him.Grab him.
Can you hear me, Fingers? It's going
to be all right. All right?
Blue! Blue! Get in.
Got this.
Shot, Colour.Oh, shit.
Let's get out of here.Let's
go. Let's go! Let's go!
Hey, don't go to sleep on me.
Stay awake.
You're all right, Fingers.
We've got you now, yeah?
You're here.
You're going to be all right.
You're going to be fine.
We've got you. Go on. Get him in.
Oh, my God.
We got him here alive.
You got him here, Georgie.Yeah.
You got him here.
He's going to be all right?
Yeah.
Now, you go take care
of yourself. OK?
He's in good hands.
Thank you.
All right, guys.
Let's do a primary survey.
His tension has been decompressed.
We need to put in a chest drain.
Let's get some blood in to him.
We need two large port cannulas.
Gentlemen. Seat of pants.
But at the end of the day,
hostage rescued and target captured.
History will say we did well.
One Cat A and a few close calls,
sir.
I guess the chaps will have a good
after-dinner story to tell.
Well...
..all very worthwhile then, sir.
Shame we had to leave behind
a £2 million bit of kit.
Hey, ho. Thank you, Sergeant.
Well done, Mr Hurst.
Could you shut my door, please?
Wind picking up.
"Forward, he cried, from the rear."
Look after yourself, you Welsh tart.
See ya.
You all right? What's happening?
Waiting for my work-shy
homie to man up.
He got lucky.
Muscle and flesh damage.
Few weeks off and he'll
be in a ditch somewhere near you!
He loves me really.
Did we get medical assistance for
Mrs Aarush?
Mother and baby doing well, I hear.
Not so the husband.
He was in the back of the truck.
What, that exploded?Aye.Oh, shit.
When...
When you stayed behind
and we went to the RV point...
..did you think you were
going to make it?
No.
You were willing to make
the ultimate sacrifice.
Like Elvis.
Get some sleep, yeah?
Omar's currently being
guarded by several hundred Yanks
and your man, he's...
He's in the best possible hands.
Thank you.
How far is it to the moon
and back, do you reckon?
I'm just saying, you know, because
that's what people say, don't they?
Love you to the moon and back.
But surely it's not as far
as Mars or...?
That's infinity, innit?
I don't know.
I wish I'd listened in school.
My biology teacher, yeah, told me
that when you have sex,
the bollock yoghurt
comes out of the right testicle
whereas if you do it yourself,
it comes out of the left.
One of yours must come back looking
like a raisin and the other one
a melon!
Boy, I'm telling you,
I tested it every 20 minutes.
Is that what your teacher told you,
Throbber?
He's a bit cruel, isn't he?She.
This is so much better than going
out on the lash.
You lot do realise that we will
remember today for, like...
Well, always, actually.
Even when we're 100, you know?
Well done, today, Mimi.
Delivering a baby.
Some real downstairs action, gal!
Yeah, well, her mum does that
stuff for a living so it's...
It's kind of like cheating, innit,
Mimi?
Hey! Here he is.
The man that saved Special Forces.
All right. OK.
All right. Look. This ain't
an episode of Long Lost Family
so let's all cut the clapping
bollocks, all right?
How's Fingers, Colour?
Still in surgery,
so I need you all
cracking on with your after-action
reports in the morning.
Then normal duties resume.
ALL:Colour.
Here you are, Prof.
THEY CHATTER
We struggled to access the injury
the bullet caused.
He'll need more
surgery in the next 24 hours.Again?
We've achieved haemostasis
but it's only a
temporary solution, Georgie.
One thing's for sure, though -
he's a fighter.
Come on.
Go get some rest, OK?
There's nothing
more you can do here.
I'm going nowhere.
DOOR CLOSES
MUSIC: This is the Walk
by David O'Dowda.
Georgie?
You all right?Yeah.
I brought you some scoff.
Oh, no. I'm fine.
It's a cheese omelette.
Get it down you.
You all right?Is it cheese?
Er, it's goat's cheese.
We do get it in Manchester,
you know.Do we?
Maybe not in Stockport.
We've just got brown bread.
BEEPING
What's going on? What's going on?
Antonio? Antonio? What's going on?
Fingers? Fingers?
He's VF.Fingers?
We need to shock him.Oh, shit!
MUFFLED: Oh, no, no, no!
Charging, 200 joules.
Fingers!200J. Everybody clear.
FLATLINE
Start compressions. You don't
need to see this, all right?Please.
Everybody's got a job to do without
you getting in the way.
Take her to my office.
Stay with her.
It's going to be all right.
Oh, shit.
FLATLINE
All right, I've got this.
SHE PANTS
Come on, Fingers.
How can it take this long?
Get the adrenaline, please.
FLAT TONE
HE SIGHS
FLAT TONE CONTINUES
TONE STOPS
Time of death, 8.49.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
I need to call Marie.
HE SIGHS
Fingers was the first person to
welcome me into the platoon.
His enthusiasm never waned.
We've all lost a terrific soldier...
..and a friend.
The platoon will stay here,
complete the tour...
..and we do it in his honour.
If any of you guys need to talk,
my office door will be open 24/7.
LINE RINGS
I just want to go out there now
and kill every last
one of them fuckers.
I keep seeing his face.
I see it every time I shut my eyes.
There's nothing that can
make this better.
This is...just it.
SHE SIGHS
MIMI:You OK, Georgie?
I just...need to sort everything.
Georgie, we can do that later.
PROF:Yeah, we can help, Georgie.
I CAN do this.
Hi, Pa. It's me.
Yeah. I just thought
I'd touch base, say hello.
Oh, OK. Yeah, no...
Of course.
Yeah. OK. Erm...
I'm sorry. Just...
..say hi to everyone for me, then.
OK, bye.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.
All set, boss.Wondered if it
might be one of the guys.
No. Me.
Any...
..sage advice before you go?Boss?
I never expected to lose
a man on Op Toral, for fuck sake.
It's a training and security tour.
Yeah, well, we have, sir.
And we carry on because...
..there's no option.
Look. You've given them
an opportunity to talk
but keep them busy.
They're counting on you
to take charge.
BUGLE PLAYS LAST POST
Up.
LAST POST CONTINUES
I could come in with you.
It's something that I'm better
doing by myself, Kingy.
Have you?Yeah.
And, erm...thank you...for...
Everything?
Well, I was going to say driving me
home but, yeah.
For everything.
Hiya, Mum.
Thank you.
You all right, Grace?
Come on.
Let's get you inside, yeah?
Yo, is that Omar?
Put me on guard duty.
One night in his cell...
What time is the funeral?
3pm.
Stand up.
Stand easy, guys.
Right. All eyes on me, please.
We're very aware of what today is,
but it's business as usual.
We go on.
We have no choice.
So we do Fingers proud.
OK, let's go.ALL:Sir.
Hiya, Prof. I, er...I knew your
phone was going to be off.
I just wanted to, er...
..borrow some of your wisdom.
She looks done in.
I don't know what to do.
What can I say to her?
You don't need to say anything to
her, Mum.
She knows you're here for her.
We're both there for her.
Georgie, don't go back.
I couldn't bear it if
I lost you too.
Mum...
..you're not going to lose me.
But I am going back.
WHISPERS: Mum...I'm sorry.
There you go.
Thank you.
GEORGIE CLEARS HER THROAT
Wait.
Are you sure on now?
I need to hear it again.
OK.
PHONE BEEPS
FINGERS' VOICE:Marie.
How you doing?
I've, er...
..got myself into a
spot of bother, babe.
We might have to have our honeymoon
at the QE in Birmingham.
LABOURED BREATHING
I've got so much I need to tell you.
Tell you how you...put my life in
focus.
I didn't even know my life was
out of focus
until you came along, Marie...and
sharpened me.
GROANS:Oh, Marie.
I'm coming home.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
What happened after that, Georgie?
I need every detail.
INAUDIBLE
He loved you.
We've both been loved.
Everything's just a fluke.
You bringing Fingers
home that day.
Me actually being home.
Him slipping me his number
when you were in the kitchen.
It's all a fucking fluke.
Obviously, I knew he was a soldier.
I just...
I didn't think it was going
to end like this.
I know.
Please, just...make
everything OK, Georgie,
like you used to do
when we were kids.
Come here. Come here.
Everything's going to be OK.
SHE SOBS
I promise.
Move your thumb.
What's wrong with you.
Don't look at me -
concentrate on your weapon!
You fire with your thumb there
and it'll be ripped off
when the top slide springs back.
Well, he should fucking know this.
GUNSHOT
BELL TOLLS
Fingers and I, we, erm,
we served together...
..experiencing things that we
could never share with anyone else.
And then he met my sister...
..and he fell in love
and he wanted to spend
the rest of his life with her.
A comrade of ours found a book
underneath Fingers' bed.
It was a present from Marie.
It's called The Fault in Our Stars.
SHE FALTERS
SHE SNIFFS, CLEARS HER THROAT
"The pleasure of remembering
had been taken from me,
"because there was no longer
anyone to remember with.
GUNSHOT RINGS OUT
"It felt like losing your
co-rememberer,
"meant losing the memory itself,
"as if the things we'd done
were less real and important
"than they had been hours before."
INAUDIBLE
Detail, unload.
What the hell are you doing?!
Never point a loaded weapon
at anyone.
Are you stupid or what?Monk.
We're trying to help you here.
Maybe you need to learn
a bit of respect.Shut up.
You're a guest in this country...
Are you taking the piss?
Monk, Throbber, move away
right now.Let's go.
Move. Move.I'll see you in my
office shortly.
I'll knock that
geezer into next week!
Yeah, and if you do that, what's
going to happen? You're going to
get kicked out.
I saw him when we was repatriating
Fingers.Mate, they don't care.
I don't know what you saw, but
Fingers was nothing to them, man.
I know how you feel.
I miss him too.
You'll never know how I feel,
so don't give it the big 'un
about knowing Fingers,
cos you weren't his mate, or mine.
Move.
I know what you must be going
through,
but you've got to
keep yourself in check.
You feel something bubbling up,
you count to ten.
He looked at his watch, sir.
What?
When we were repatriating Fingers.
It's not on.
He was being disrespectful, sir.
It must be unimaginable, Monk...
..to lose your friend
and stay on the tour.
VOICE BREAKS:I was his best man
and saw them pack his life
into a little box.
I don't want my son handed a box
with all of me in it.
It makes me think, sir,
what would happen to him
if anything happened to me?
I was a child of the regiment,
like your little boy.
You were like my Thumper?
In the sense that...
..my dad was always on tour too.
But you know what?
If you make
your time at home with him special,
and you let him know how much you
love him...
..all will be well.
Is that what your father
did with you?
My door's always open, Monk.
Hi.Hey.
I used to come here every day
after school.
Meet my mates.
Had my first bit of alcohol here.
My first snog.
Brendan bloody Lewis,
on this roundabout.
He told me about his mum's suicide.
So, out of sympathy,
I let him give me a love bite.
Anyway, next day,
went round to his, knocked on.
His mum answered the door.
Should have had it sussed out then,
eh?
It's bullshit.
What?
Everything, Kingy.
Everything?Mm.
Or are we just cursed?
HE SIGHS
Two sisters.
Two sisters both
losing their partners in Afghan.
GEORGIE SIGHS
Marie asked me this morning
if everything was going to be
all right.
There was nothing I could say.
No words will ever make it easier.
It's just this...
..fucking hollow
pain that never goes away.
Ever.
I think about him, Kingy.
All the time.
I put my head on the pillow
and there he is. There's Elvis.
I think about him so fucking much.
You know, sometimes I wonder
whether he's actually alive,
and all this is just a sign.
I know it's crazy.Mm.
Kingy, I didn't even
check his fucking pulse.
Oh, come on, Georgie,
you didn't have to.
Oh, come on. All right, say he
wasn't dead when they took him.
You're looking at me like I'm mad.
You are...mad.
Look. Why don't you
stay here for a bit?
Get that head right?No.
I'm going back to Afghan with you.
We can finish off the tour
without you.
Kingy, don't you dare
kick me off now.Easy.
No-one's kicking you off.
Your call.
But I've a right to be concerned
and you could do me the respect of
listening. That's all.
OK.
Thank you. I'm fine.
I'm coming back with you.
I've got unfinished business.
BABY CRIES
# Go to sleep
Go to sleep
# Little baby go to sleep. #
Well, it ain't going to happen with
you warbling down the line at him.
I'm soothing him, Doris.
Yeah, righto.
Tell him I love him.He knows that.
And I love you too.
And I love you back.
Do you know what?
There are parts of my life that
I choose not to tell everyone.
Right?
OK. I don't know what you're
chatting about, by the way.
I'm just being friendly.
OK.
I don't care who your parents are.
Whether they're teachers or
chess champions or doctors.
It doesn't matter,
it's not relevant.
I just don't want to talk about it
because it's not important.
You don't have to lie to impress us.
Right? We like you for being you.
We're here to escort you to
the American base, sir.Fine.
What are your thoughts?
They all want a deal.
And we want his intel on Taliban
activity,
here and across the border.
He has known links with ISIS.
His evidence would potentially
damage the insurgency in the region.
He's willing to collaborate.
They'll say whatever they think
we want to hear.Look.
He'd only get a deal if he gave us
something concrete.
What have we got to lose?
The sooner we pull out lock, stock
and barrel, the better it will be.
How was it?
Yeah, we did him proud.
What, don't I get a hug,
or am I a bit ripe post-flight?
I didn't want to say anything.
You all right, Colour?Hello.
You all right?Good to see you.
How's your clicky knee?
Ah, er...Clicky as ever.
You know what? It could be your
boot.
I'll give it a check when I get in.
How did you get on with
Fault in Our Stars?
Yeah, I got to the end.
Just about.Good.
Thank you for keeping in touch.
Always.
Come on, Cheese.
LOUD MUSIC SPILLS FROM HEADPHONES
Cheese, this is 2 Section.
How do?
Guys, we've got a new member for the
duration of the rest of this tour.
Prof, can I charge you
with settling him in?
Oh, yeah. You know me, Colour.
Mother hen.
Come on, Cheese.All right, mate?
Come on, Cheesy, lad.
I'm Throbber, yeah?
All right, soldier?
All right, Georgie?
All right, Mimi?
The wanderer returns.
How you doing?
How's Dr Bahil?
Driving me crazy, wanting
to be discharged.
How are you?
Fit and ready for anything the Army
has to throw at me.
I want to make sure you're ready to
dive straight back in.
100%.
You're a good soldier.
It's been a difficult few days.
It hasn't been easy.
What's that saying?
God places the heaviest
burden on those who can carry it.
Well...
..sometimes I can feel
me knees buckling.
I hope you always know that
I'm here...
..if you need me.
I know.
Thank you.
So you was, like, on the bench,
and the manager goes,
"Get yourself warmed up, fella -
you're on"?
Sort of. I was at Woolwich.
They put out a trawl.
Ta, mate.S'all right.
It's been a right
clusterfuck, this tour.
I was briefed.
I'm sorry to hear
about all the shit.
Look at you, fella.
You look like a Victorian boxer.
Wish I had my protein shake
this morning now.
I used to be able to bench nearly
twice me body weight.
I can believe it.
Some guns you're packing there.
Yo.
I'm sorry about the other day.
A few more hours in Op Massive
and I reckon I'd be able to bench
the whole bloody platoon.
Come in.
You ready for me and my clicky knee?
Get in.
Oh, you want me on your couch?
Go on, hop on.
HE GROANS
It's all right?
Yeah.
Put this underneath.Thank you.
Any discomfort?
Ooh! Other than them cold hands?
I'll wear my Marigolds next time.
How's it been here?
It's hit everyone.
Mm. The enemy's been captured.
I mean, it's not the end
but at least, you know,
I feel like it's...
What, some sort of closure?
Yeah, maybe.
What?
I think I may have inadvertently
overhead some intel...
..about Omar.
What?
Don't shoot the messenger,
but I think they may be planning
on cutting him some type of deal.
What do you mean? What sort of deal?
He's going to give them information
on various other warlords,
and in return...
They let him off?
I'm not sure. I don't know.
I mean, probably not.
But there has been instances where
warlords have been given
a new identity and started
life in a new country.No.
Georgie.No.No, Georgie.
Medic. I need to hydrate!
Here you are.
I'll just grab another bottle.
HE WHISTLES
I'm not being rude
but I'm a bit busy.
Look at you,
all respectable in your uniform.
Butter wouldn't melt.
What would people make of this
new you back home?
Sergeant?
Is it true? They're thinking about
doing a deal with Omar
and letting him off?
That's enough, Sergeant Lane.
Countless killings,
torturing, beheading,
blowing people off
tops of buildings,
but you grass on a couple of your
mates
and it's a slap on the wrist,
innit?You finished?
Right. Get outside, shut the door.
Knock on the door and wait until
I say enter before opening.
Understood?
KNOCK ON DOOR
Enter.
They just looked at me.
It was so obvious.What?
That they're complicit in this
arrangement.
I mean the Brigadier certainly is.
Otherwise, he would have said it
wasn't true.
I wasn't saying anything to him
that he didn't already know.
He knows they're cutting
a deal with Attan Omar.
I could see it in his eyes.
Yeah. It's awful,
this bigger-picture crap.
Come in.
You knocked, Lane?
On me.
Sir, firstly, please accept my
apologies for my previous outburst.
It won't happen again, sir.
At ease, Sergeant.
We have a duty of care.
We are constantly evaluating what is
best for the regiment
and for the individual soldier.
Sir?
With regard to the current situation
that we're dealing with,
you have a personal involvement that
isn't beneficial to your wellbeing.
We've all got personal involvement,
haven't we, sir?
Sergeant Lane.
Omar's killed one of our platoon.
He also happened to
be behind the murder of your fiance.
Judging by your erstwhile behaviour,
there is a cause for concern.
Can you perform your duties
in a dispassionate
and professional manner?
That's bullshit, sir.
Sergeant Lane.
You are rather proving his point.
This is not a matter for debate.
And...
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
..we need you to see
the psych for evaluation.
UNDER HER BREATH: Oh, my God.
You will be confined to barracks
and placed on restricted duties
until further notice,
and until it can be determined
whether you are fit enough
to continue this tour...
..or indeed continue in the Army.
Thank you, Sergeant Lane.
Can I just say...?No.
Thank you, Sergeant Lane.
BOOT CLICKS
Tensions are running high,
we've just lost one of our men.
Watch where you're going, prick.
Crack us a smile son.
I'm so sick and tired
of you British people.
Omar is trying to cut some deal
with the Americans.
I think it's best you leave.
Your psych assessment has been
arranged for this morning.
They think I've
got PTSD, don't they?
Let's not rule anything
out at this stage.
Heads up! Heads up!
All rooms are clear,
bomb-making factory found.
HE ISSUES COMMAND OVER CLAMOUR
What the hell went down with
you and that old man?
You keep my secret,
and I'll keep yours.
I want to hurt him.