Our Girl (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Episode #4.5 - full transcript

Calm down! Fingers! Everybody clear.

Time of death, 08:49.

We've all lost a terrific soldier
and a friend.

Everything's going to be OK.

Cheese, this is Two Section.

All right, Mimi.

What would people
make of this new you, back home?

I'm going to knock that
geezer into next week!

Fingers was nothing to them, man.

You weren't his mate or mine!

You're looking at me like I'm mad.
You are...mad.



He has known links with ISIS.

Is it true?

You're thinking about doing a deal
with Omar and letting him off?

You will be confined to barracks and
placed on restricted duties

until it can be determined

whether you are fit
enough to continue in the army.

What are you doing up, Georgie?

You should be in bed.

Hm. I could say the same for you.

I couldn't sleep.

You all right?

Just got a lot going
round in my head, you know?

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I still don't understand why you've
been confined to the barracks.



Because no-one's going to give

someone a weapon with PTSD,
are they? Is that what you've got?

No, I haven't got that.

But they don't know that,
do they?

You know what we need?
What?

A large coffee,
cos something tells me

we're not going to get
any shut eye tonight.

AMBULANCE SIRENS WAIL
Medic!

Medic!

You're needed in resus.

Six US soldiers have been
injured in a road side attack.

Colour. Lane. Lane.

The order's for Private Saunders.
What?

No. It's fine. You've got this.
You've got this.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Kingy.

This is crazy.
I've come here to do a job.

Look, it's not my call. I'm sorry.
So are they actually

thinking about sending me home?
Rest up. We'll talk about it in the
morning. No, no, no!

What do you expect me to do?
Count bandages? Sorry.

Kingy? Come on. Quick as
you can, please.

MUSIC: Battlecry
By Jordan MacKampa

Do you know what I don't understand?
Quantum physics.

The laws of gravity?

Who decided that breakfast had to be
beans, scrambled egg and sausages?

And they say philosophy's
a dying art.

Why not lamb bhuna or sweet-
and-sour chicken, Hong Kong style?

You ever thought about running
in the elections, Throbber?
You'd get my vote.

Did you notice Fingers never
liked his food touching?

And he'd make like this little
corridor

using his beans and scrambled egg.

Don't forget the face he'd make
with his ketchup.

Reckon he used to start
the day with a smile.

Cheesy bastard.

Take that sausage. I bet it's never
even been near a pig.

That's because it's a turkey
sausage, Throbber.

It's just crushed up eyeballs,
bones and brains.

Thanks.

No worries.

I'm doing her a favour.
How exactly?

She won't be able to eat when she's
in a straitjacket, is she?

Wow!

Why're they wasting their time
sending me to a psych

when Throbber could do
the job for them?

Saunders. Over here.
Let Mimi sit down, mate!

So what's the skinny with
you and Cheese,

because I'm definitely sensing some
sexual tension here?

Shut up, Monk.

We just come from the same town.
Everyone knows each other.

I bet you never even got past her
old man.

How do you mean? What?

Some teacher let you
crack on with his daughter, did he?

Oh, yeah, yeah. No. That's right.

Her dad...

..the teacher.

I heard you had a rough night.

Yeah, er... two...

Two fatalities.

I still don't get why they've stuck
you on the subs bench.

Because I lost my cool, Monk

How come?

Omar's trying to cut some deal
with the Americans.

I'm guessing he's hoping to start
a new life in another country

or at least not spend
the rest of his days in prison.

Wait? Hang on. Are you telling me
that prick's going to get off?

We don't know that.
He's a warlord, Prof.

They should be stringing him
up at the gate, not getting into bed
with him!

Boss is waiting to brief us so
I need you guys finishing up here.

Sergeant Lane.

What's the matter, Kingy?

I can't attend a briefing now?

Your psych assessment has been
arranged for this morning.

SHE EXHALES

Promise me you'll go in there
with an open mind.

Hey! You never know.

Talking to someone might
actually help.

Colour.

You want to be careful.

Your government paid for those.

What is it with doctors
and cigarettes?

It's something I always do
when I lose one of my men.

Yeah, Mimi said it was
a tough night.

One guy was so badly burnt
I couldn't even identify him

without his dental records. Shit!

A psych assessment? Someone really
is on the naughty step.

I should learn to keep
my mouth shut.

Just when I was starting to get used
to that weird accent of yours.

Listen,

I'm guessing whatever this deal is
they're making with Omar...

..it wasn't a decision
they took lightly.

Don't they even care about how many
innocent lives he's taken?

I suspect it's a little more
complicated than that.

I don't like it any more than you do

but sometimes you have to
look at the bigger picture.

Which is what exactly?

Men like Omar... Yeah.

..they have knowledge
that's invaluable

in the fight against the Taliban.

And that's more important than
getting justice, is it?

You know what? Yes.

I'm getting a little bit
sick of smoking these.

I'm sorry. I know...

I know it's not your fault.

See you later.
See you.

Special Forces should've put
a bullet in his head

when they had the chance.

And that would have evened
things up, would it?

Well, he can't cut a deal
if he's dead, can he?

I reckon they'll give him a new
identity. Line him up with some
cushty job at Argos.

We could always slip
the guard a bung.

Wipe that smug grin off his face.

Don't tempt me.

I'll catch you up, yeah?
Why? Where're you going?

See a man about a dog.

Seems like everyone's got a secret.
Isn't that right, Saunders?

Watch where you're going, you prick.

Eh! No harm done.

You need to learn a little bit of
respect, son.

Look, just leave it. I don't
want any more beef. Prof, on me.

Listen, listen.

You're not going to say anything,
are you?

'Course not. We're mates, aren't we?

And besides... I don't want your dad
giving me detention, do I?

last night's roadside attack

was yet another attempt by
militants

to undermine confidence
in the upcoming elections.

Increased security measures are now
in place at checkpoints

across Kabul. Sit up.

Sit them at ease, Colour Sergeant.

At ease.

Please continue, Mr Hurst. Sir.

Today. Throbber, Cheese.
You two are on Guardian Angel duty.

We have two US officials
arriving from Washington. Sir.

Are there any questions?
Is this to do with Omar, Sir?

I'm sorry?

It's just I heard he's cutting some
deal with the Americans.

That is not your concern.

But he will still pay for what
he did, won't he?

I think we've heard enough from you,
Private.

Perhaps your efforts would be better
spent cleaning your bunk

and kit ahead of inspection.

Colour.

Right, everyone! Dismissed.

It would appear insubordination is
now rife among your platoon.

Tensions are running high,
yes, sir.

We've just lost one of our men,

to an insurgent who,
by all accounts,

might well evade justice.

His interrogation is at a critical
stage, Mr Hurst.

I won't see their hard work
undermined by idle chatter.

Is that understood? Sir.

I would suggest your efforts
are better spent

concentrating on the task at hand.

I take it the Afghan recruits will
be ready for passing out next week?

The men are in fine shape, Sir.

Then I look forward to seeing them
in action.

You have 30 minutes
until I arrive for inspection.

Someone looks deep in thought.

Sorry, I was miles away.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

I've just been officially
discharged.

What did they say?

I'm showroom new...

..apart from three cracked ribs.

It's the bruises you can't see...

They're the ones that take
longer to heal.

I take it you've heard about Omar?

What about him?

I'm sorry. I assumed you knew.

There's some talk of him
doing a deal with the Americans.

Of course there is.

You don't sound surprised?

Nothing about this country
surprises me any more.

You know Taliban warlords have been
elected as governors with

the assistance of Allied military?

Which is why you need to win
these elections.

I sometimes wonder
if the fight's already lost.

Moving on from what we've covered
outside,

in open order,

right, dress.

Eyes front.

Centre and rear ranks, stand at
ease.

Afghan Platoon, in open order,
awaiting your inspection, Sir.

Thank you, Mr Hurst.

This whole line needs to be more
evenly spaced.

Late night was it, Cadet? Sir?

My aged mother makes quicker turns.

Run out of boot polish, did you?

No, sir.

Scuffed and unpolished, rather like
your performance here today.

I'll see you in your office
in five minutes.

They're a mess.

They're nowhere near ready
for passing out.

This is Sandhurst in the Sand
for Christ's sake.

If we can't turn those men into
soldiers,

we might as well pull down the
shutters and go home.

You need to come down
harder on them, Mr Hurst.

It takes a firm hand to keep
a troop in line.

Sir.

I want them ready for action.

Enough time has passed for me
to start seeing results.

They're not in bad shape.

The Brig's just feeling the strain,
that's all.

That's easy for you to say!
It's not your balls in the vice.

Sergeant Lane.

Captain Emma Preston.

I'm a clinical psychologist.

I wasn't expecting you to
be in uniform.

I'm also a serving officer.

Come in.

Would you like a glass of water?

No. I'm fine, thank you, Ma'am.

I think we can dispense with
the formalities, don't you?

Take a seat.

I take it you've been fully
briefed as to why we're here today?

I'd just got back from a funeral,
and I, er...

..I said things in the heat
of the moment.

I shouldn't have let my emotions
get the better of me.

You recently lost
a member of your platoon, I believe?

Fingers. Sorry, Private Stille.

He was married to my sister.

That must have been difficult.

Yeah. It was.

He was like a brother to me.

I served six tours with him.

That's a lot to process for anyone.

You just throw yourself
back in your work, you know.

Carry on the best you can.

Would you say you're good
at compartmentalising your feelings?

What does that mean?

It's a way of coping.

You put things to the
back of your mind

until you're ready to deal
with them.

Yeah, I suppose so. Yeah.

The problem is

there's only so long you can keep
those feelings locked away.

It's a bit like trying to close
a door in a storm.

Well,

I'm from Manchester
so I'm used to the bad weather.

I've been asked to examine
Aatan Omar.

I'm Dr Antonio from the US Army.

I'm here to give you a physical
examination to see

if you're fit to continue
to be questioned.

I'm going to start with a simple eye
test.

Just keep looking straight in
front of you.

Lie down for me.

Tell me if you feel any discomfort.

HE WINCES SOFTLY

Have you experienced any
nausea or vomiting?

We're going to have to bring you in
and get that looked at.

Tell me about Captain Elvis Harte.

He was your fiance I believe?

Briefly. Yeah.

He was killed in operations
here in Kabul.

You must have been devastated?

Yeah. I was at the time.

But, you know,
you carry on the best you can.

You try and move on.

And it's not
like there's not been anyone else.

There was one.

Captain James.

He was a good friend of mine
and he was more of a comfort,

rebound situation...

..but at least I was moving on.

It's not always that easy
though, is it?

It's how I was brought up.

You dust yourself off, you carry on.

I got that from me nan.

Is that why you chose not
to take leave?

I didn't think I needed to.

But even so...
Coming back to Afghanistan must have

stirred up a lot of
memories for you.

I'm here to do a job.

I don't allow time for distractions.

Right.

I think we've probably got as far
as we're going to get today.

They think I've got PTSD,
don't they?

Not necessarily.

But let's not rule anything
out at this stage.

What do you think?

I think we should continue
our assessment tomorrow.

OK.

It's funny.

I've been a serving
officer for nearly 12 years now.

And I still can't stand
the sight of blood.

Well, thank God you're not a medic.

Just out of interest.

If you were tending to a deep cut...

..how would you go about treating
it?

First of all, I'd make sure
the wound is cleaned.

Then I'd make the decision

whether to stitch it up or to put
a gauze on there.

Why not just leave it to the
elements?

Because it would get infected.

And the wound would fester?

Then it's rather like grief.

Treat it and you can
begin to heal.

But leave it untouched

and it can start to do
some real damage.

Ma'am.

The Brigadier thinks the Afghan army
is a fucking shambles,

so it's down to us to roll up our

sleeves and turn these
grunts into soldiers. Understood?

ALL: Colour.

It won't be long before they're
operating without us,

so I don't want any more soft
soaping.

It's time to grab them by the balls
and start knocking them into shape.

You can count on us, Colour.
Thank you, Throbber.

I'll sleep soundly in my bunk
knowing they've got

you as their mentor.

Talk about the blind
leading the blind.

Right, have some scoff
and a good night's sleep.

I want you in full kit
on the training field at 0600 hours.

How come it's down to us
to sort out the Afghans?

It's not our fault they're all shit.

Come on. We all know the life
expectancy of an Afghan soldier.

The least we can do is make sure

they're at the top of their game,
yeah? Waste of time.

You coming for some scoff?

Actually, I might, er...
stay and read for a bit.

Oh! Virginia Woolf?

Didn't have you down as a fan
of feminist literature, lad.

I bet Mrs Dalloway's
a right dirty mare!

And he's back in the room.

Hello, boy.

I told you I'd come back,
didn't I?

Hey. Guess what?

I've got you something to
make your poorly leg better.

Dinner is served.

Courtesy of Two Section.

Hey, it's fish fingers tomorrow.

I know you're missing your mates
but at least you got Throbber, eh?

I'll see you soon, yeah.

You've been sneaking off to
feed some dog?

He's injured, in't he?
And he's out here on his own.

What's got in to you, Throbber?

Willy Wonka, one minute,
Doctor Dolittle, the next.

You've got more important things to
be worrying about than some fucking
mutt.

DEJECTED BARK

He can understand you, you know.

He's got feelings,
just like we have.

If that was my Mitzy,
I swear to God...

Hang on. I thought Mitzy was some
girl you were knocking off,

back in Wolverhampton?
She's a pit bull cross.

There was me thinking you were
the Black Country's answer to

Zayn Malik.

Turns out you get a stalk-on
watching Lassie. Fuck off, Monk.

His paw's bust
and no-one here gives a shit!

Listen. I've got a mate in the dog
handling division.

Why don't I ask him
if he knows something?

Nice one, Cheese.

It's good to know
someone's got my back.

Right. Let's get out of here,

or your mate won't be the only one
missing his balls.

Lane.

I thought you'd be locked up by now.

No. No such luck, Throbber.

You sure you're allowed
to talk to us?

The Americans could be
watching, you know!

See you, nutter.
See you.

So how's your day been? Awful.

It's shit out there without you.

You might have to get used to it.

Why? What're you saying?

This is just temporary, isn't it?

It's not my decision.

Look, maybe it'll do you some good
to talk to someone.

What do you mean?

No-one's invincible, Georgie,

and there's no shame in admitting
you need help.

Not you and all.

I'm just saying that you've been
through a lot, haven't you so...

So you think I'm crazy as well,
yeah? No. Of course I don't!

All right. Thanks for
your support, Prof.

Georgie...

Music: Where the Time Went
by Elena Tonra

# Keep your distance

# South of river

# Draw a line

# They are not together

# Make it screech, stop,
wait, turn red

# Make me wonder where the time
went. #

VOICES: You recently lost
a member of your platoon.

Thank you, thank you, Georgie Lane.

Maybe it'll do you some good
to talk to someone.

Fit and ready for anything the
army's going to throw at me.

There is a cause for concern.

Would you say you're good
at compartmentalising your
feelings?

You're looking at me like I'm mad.
You are mad.

Do you think I'm crazy and all?
I thought you'd be locked up by now?

It's a way of coping. You put things
to the back of your mind

until you're ready to
deal with them.

Fucking hollow pain that
never goes away.

There's only so long you can keep
those feelings locked away.

Sometimes, I can feel my
knees buckling.

Did you ask your mate about the dog?

Reckons he was shot by the Taliban
whilst out on patrol.

Mate says he's pork pied.
What does that mean?

I don't know. Mincemeat, I suppose.

Off to doggy heaven, bless him.

You mean they're going to put him
down? Mm-hm.

But he was injured in the
line of duty...

Enough about this dog. Let's focus.

Right. Two Section, gather round.

For this training exercise,
intelligence suggests

that an insurgent is currently lying
low in this disused building.

Your job is to systematically search
each room, shouting 'clear'

if the room is empty of target.

If you find an assailant, cuff them
and bring them out.

Always remember, you're working for
the soldier next to you

and not for yourselves.

Rabee, on me, clearing the left
room. Cheese, Poya, take the right.

All right. Prepare to move.

Move!

All right, Rabee, I need you to
listen to everything

I'm about to tell you.
Oi, silly bollocks.

Are you with us? Sir.

Focus... Yes, sir. Everything.

For fuck's sake, get a grip!

Eyes on me. OK.

As soon as this door opens, you
cover the room to the left.

Do you understand? Yes, sir.

Cover him.

CS gas has been deployed.

Cover me while I put my mask on.
Covering.

Now put your mask on.

Shit!

Fucking idiot.

Wake up, silly bollocks, and get
your mask on!

I can't see anything.

Do you not fucking understand
English?

Get your mask on!

Hands up! Hands up!
Stand up! Stand up!

Nice one, Rabee.

Suspect located. Copy that!

Right! Anyone got any further
questions before we move on?

ALL: No, Colour.

Right. Speak to your mentors.

Right. Listen, pull this in to your
arm. Nice and solid.

Oh, can't you breathe, Poya?

Well, you should have
listened, shouldn't you?

I told you to put your mask on.

Where the hell is Cheese?

POYA: My eyes. My eyes. Help me.

We need a medic! Rabee, cover me!
Covering.

For fuck's sake. He dropped his
mask, mate.

I can't find it anywhere.

I've got you. I've got you. I
fucking told him.

Find your mask, Poya.
Come on, mate.

Cheese, do something useful.
Take my fucking gun.

COUGHING

Stay calm, Poya. I've got you.

Medic, over here.

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

I'm on my way!

Sit there. Sit there.

Deep breaths, yeah.

What the fuck was
he doing without his mask on?

Told you. He dropped it.

Look. Let's just bag and
tag the suspect

and get the hell out of here.

Don't worry. The first sting's
always the worst. OK?

Don't worry, mate.
It happens to the best of us.

Head back. There we are.

Guys!

Guys, we've got a problem...

Cheese, on me.

It's all right. You'll start to feel
better in a minute, Poya.

He's gone.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!

What the hell happened?

He must've panicked, Colour.

Got disorientated
while putting on his mask.

I didn't panic.

When you're given an instruction,
Cadet...

Cadet!

You follow. Understood?

Colour.

Saunders. Take Poya to the medical
facility for a check up.

You can thank me later.

Right I think it's fair to say
that that was complete

and utter fucking bullshit.

I want you all in positions
ready to go again.

Let's move. ALL: Colour

Maybe the Brig had a point.

Is that your partner?

Sally.

My mum and dad met when they
were 14.

My dad was on the way home from
a boxing club

and Mum came round
the corner on a chopper.

And Mum being my mum,
kerbed it, went flying.

Middle of the road.

Been together ever since.

Tell me about Elvis, Georgie.

What do you want to know?

What's one residing memory
you have of him?

You don't like talking about him,
do you?

Not particularly. No.

And why is that?

Because no good ever
comes from dragging up the past.

Tell me about the day he died.

It was a radio-controlled IED.

I tried to administer first aid
but it was too late.

Elvis was dead.

It must make you angry?

All those plans you had together,
gone,

in the blink of an eye.

Elvis knew the risks.

But what about you?

No good can come from being angry.

And...

..you don't think you would have
benefited from a leave of absence?

Me being at home, feeling
sorry for myself,

wouldn't have helped anybody.

It would have given you a chance
to grieve, Georgie.

And believe it or not, it doesn't
fit into some convenient schedule.

It seems to me you're a rock
for your colleagues and your family.

But who's there to hold you up?

You can't be everything to
everybody.

Can we leave that there for today?

I've got a splitting headache.

Of course.

He used to sleep with his arm
under my pillow.

Said he'd always be there if I fall.

But he's not, is he?

It must make you angry.

All those plans you had
together, gone.

I want to make sure you're ready to
dive straight back in.

No good ever comes from dragging up
the past. Just make everything OK.

At some point, something's
got to give.

You dust yourself off and carry on.

Medic! Sergeant Lane! Georgie!

Georgie. Wait up...

How did you get on?

They haven't discharged me yet.

We could have done with
you on the training exercise today.

Yeah, well, you should've fought
harder for me then.

That's a bit below the belt.

Did you fight my corner with
the Brig or not?

Look, you're in my chain of command.

You know we can't discuss
this with you.

You're also my friend, Kingy.
At least I thought you were.

Georgie...

Listen. Listen. If I get sent
home...

..we're done.

Flash...

I heard you took the Taliban on
single-handed.

You're a boss little soldier,
ain't you?

You've got to promise me you're
going to be a big brave boy, all
right?

You're a hero, Flash.

And I would have taken that
bullet for you.

There you go.

And when you're in doggy
heaven you can have all

the sausage you can eat.

And there'll be rabbits too.

And no-one will bollock you
if you chase them.

LAST POST ECHOES

You've done your country proud.

You look after yourself, yeah?

DOG WHIMPERS
So long, Flash.

Please.

Please, give me something to do.

I'll even clean out your supply
cupboards if you want me to.

Is it really that bad?

Seriously, I had to stop myself
putting my pills in colour order.

You may be in luck.

This one got into an altercation
with some barbed wire.

He'll need cleaning and suturing.

Thank you!

Who needs flowers
when a deep laceration does the job?

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

Stick around. There's plenty more
where he came from.

No. I don't mean him.

You've been a really good mate.

So am I ever going to get
a tour of Manchester?

Assuming my liver can handle it?

No, you couldn't hack it.

Why? You worried your mother
wouldn't approve? My mum?

Are you joking? Bringing home
a surgeon for tea.

She'd be straight on the phone to
the church, booking it.

Dr Antonio. Your patient's here for
his Cat scan.

Some warning might've been nice.

What have we got?
I think it's best you leave.

What's he doing here?
A suspected internal rupture.

Georgie, please. Don't get involved.

Come on. Why's there no Wi-Fi?

What's going on?

Oh, my days.

Who's hogging all the Wi-Fi?

Throbber! If this is you watching
porn again... Huh?

DOG WHINES

What the fuck is that?

I don't see nothing.

What the hell have you done,
Throbber?

I wasn't going to leave him
there to die, was I?

So what were you planning to do?

I ain't thought that far ahead.

That's you all over that is.

Don't be tight, Monk.

His heart was in the right place.

Last time you screwed up,
we were all up to our necks in shit.

You could get kicked out for this.
You know that, don't you?

That's something I'll have to
live with. You'd do that for a dog?

I'd do that for any of my mates.

Right, that's it.
I'm taking him back to the kennels.

You can't! Throbber...

Don't you think we've seen enough
death on this tour?

Monk. Please.

I'm begging you. You heard Cheese.
He's going to be pork pied.

I need my bloody head testing.

You serious?

It's either that or we see him
get kicked out.

You hear that, boy?

You're part of Two Section now.

This is just temporary.
You know that, don't you?

So where do we take him after this?

We? I've done my bit.
Come on, hurry up

OK, Flash.

I need you to stay here
until I come back for you,

all right? Yeah?

Remember, Flash,
remember, eyes 360 throughout.

Leave off. Like he understands you,
you muppet.

Shut up. He's cleverer than he
looks.

He's smarter than you, that's
for sure. You want some water?

Throbber! How about you hurry up?
OK. Drink. Stay. Stay.

Stay. I love you. I love you. Love
you?

Shhh!

So, Throbber, what's your
next bright idea for this dog?

This morning at 0600 hours,

we will be launching
Operation Strike Cobra.

Full kit. 20 minutes.

Intelligence suggests two suspects
are responsible

for cultivating bombs

in the back room of a laundry in
the Ka Faroshi district of Kabul.

It's a Taliban stronghold.

The whole area is potentially
volatile.

There's every likelihood
that these insurgents

intend to strike at next
week's election.

Stabilisers are well
and truly off today, Saunders.

You better not mess this up.
Our job is to locate and extract

the suspects in question.

You've got this, Mimi.

The safety of passers by is
paramount.

We need to be vigilant at all times.

Here, Throbber. You heard the
latest?

Apparently, the
Americans are thinking

about sending Omar to Wolverhampton.
He wouldn't be the first.

We got an Afghan warlord
in our local chippy.

Mental Malek, they call him.

He once put a kid's
hand in the deep fat fryer.

I'm sorry about him.

He seems to have missed
the cultural sensitivity class.

Malek? You know him?

He's my cousin.

Here, have a pipe at the mood
hoover, over there.

Crack us a smile, son.

Ignore him.

That's easy for you to say.

I'm so sick
and tired of you British people.

Poya! Don't have a pop at me.
It's not my fault, is it?

You lot are all the same.

You don't care what
devastation you bring.

Poya. That's not fair.
We're out here trying to help you.

Help! Who do you think killed more
civilians last year?

Because it wasn't the Taliban.
All right, guys.

The objective of today's operation
is to move quickly

and to get out of there as fast
as possible.

ALL: Sir.

This is a thriving market.

If the enemy has eyes on,

we need to make sure we're not
static

and can react to any changes to
the threat level.

I need you to be alert at all times.

In a clearance support role,

Team Oscar:
Myself, Monk, Rabee, Prof and Zarek.

CHICKENS CLUCK

Cheese, Throbber...

I need you to secure
the end of the street.

No-one in or out.

In a medical support role,

Private Saunders and Poya.

The area around the bomb factory
is highly sensitive.

Your vigilance could save
lives today.

HUM OF MARKET THRONG

PHONE RINGS

Two Section standing by.

Let's go.

Zero. Clearance support has
entered the building.

All eyes on.

VOICES FROM THE PAST:
Has anyone got eyes on Omar?

Not seen. Not seen, Boss.

Corridor clear.
Insurgents not seen.

VOICES FROM PAST: All sites are
clear. Cease fire.

Approaching laundry.

Three, two, one.

On me.

WOMEN SCREAM

Friendlies. Friendlies.

Zarek.

ELVIS: Setting charges now.

Everyone, clear.

3,2,1!

LOUD BOOM

PHONE RINGS

Stay back!

Can we all just stay calm!

I told you! Just stay back.
Oi! Stay back.

The crowd's getting lively!

Boss, be aware of the crowd going
up our side.

Entering! Hands up! Hands up!

Room cleared. Nobody touch anything.

They've gone. Sir, they've legged it
out the window. For fuck's sake.

Zero, this is One Zero Alpha.

All rooms are cleared.

Bomb making factory found.
Suspects gone.

I need you to withdraw
and return to location.

Roger and out.

Cheese! What the hell, Cheese?
What have you done? He's an old man!

Cheese! What are you doing?

I did tell him. Are you OK? OK.

Keep your head up! Let me see...

What the fuck's wrong with you?

You could have killed him.

Fuck off! It's OK!

Zero, this is Four Zero Alpha
requesting urgent back up. Shit.

Tallboy, man the gate.
Keep eyes on me.

AMBULANCE SIREN SOUNDS

What on Earth were you thinking?
I told the geezer to stay back.

What was I supposed to do?
Let some randomer screw up the raid?

Can you hear me OK?

Right. I need you to patch him up
and return to the vehicle.

The Afghan Police and bomb disposal
can deal with the fallout.

But Colour... Now, medic!

Before this situation spirals out of
control. Right, let's move.

Poya, can you tell him that he
needs to go to the hospital

and get this cut on his head checked
out.

Now, medic...

I can't leave him, here, Colour.
I've got a duty of care.

And I have a duty of care to
save your arse, Private Saunders.

Then you're going to have to
go without me. I'm sorry.

Zero, this is One Zero Alpha.

Request from One Zero Alpha for
ambulance.

Serious civilian casualty, out.

Can you ask him his name and...?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Listen, I need you to stay with me,
OK? Colour, we need to hurry,
Colour.

We don't have time to wait for an
ambulance, Colour.

We need to get him to a hospital
now. We need to follow procedure,
medic.

He might have a bleed on his brain

so I can't just leave him here to
die, can I?

We have an elderly man with
suspected concussion.

We need to get him
to a hospital ASAP. OK, OK, OK.

All right, medic. Let's move.

Satisfied, medic?

Oh, Sergeant Lane.

We don't have an appointment.

I've just listened
in on the operation.

You know,

you asked me why I came back here

to Afghanistan.

It's because this place is the
only thing I have left of Elvis.

You know, I told myself that
I was needed here.

That's a lie.

I had to be here.

It's the only place I feel close
to him

and I know it sounds stupid...

It doesn't sound stupid.

But all I keep seeing is that
explosion.

It's playing like a loop in my mind.

Going over and over and over
and I see myself running...

..but I'm not quick enough.

You know, maybe
if I'd got there sooner...

Elvis died as a result of the blast,
Georgie.

There was nothing you could do.
No, no, no.

He shouldn't have been up there in
the first place. They lured him into
a trap.

And the guy responsible is getting
treated like some VIP.

I can't escape him.

He's at home.

He's in my head.

I close me eyes, he's there.

It's like he's following me around.

And he's taunting me.

How does that make you feel?

I want to hurt him.

I want to hurt him.

I want him to know how it feels

to get his heart ripped
from his chest.

And I know it sounds wrong

and I shouldn't be thinking
like that but I'm angry.

I'm angry

because he took everything from me,
from us.

Wedding, children...

All the memories
we should be sharing together...

You know what, as well?

I look at my mum and dad

and I'm jealous,

because I will never have what
they have.

Will I?

Because my soul mate...

..the person that I was supposed to

spend the rest of my
life with, is gone!

And he's not coming back.

And there's nothing
I can do about it.

Saunders, good work today.
Poya, you too. Sir.

Cheese.

What the hell went down with you
and that old man?

He was coming at me, Colour.
Acting in an aggressive manner.

He was an old codger.

I gave him clear instruction
but he wouldn't listen.

Isn't that right, Throbber?

It's like he said, Colour.

Medic?

Yes, Colour.

I want a full statement
in your after-incident reports.

ALL: Colour.

What's the big deal?

He's just some flip flop.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave it!

Just ignore him.

He's chatting bollocks.

If you guys want to come by later
I've been saving up

the Wi-Fi for the Hammers game.
Hammers? Look more like Millwall?

Just when I was starting
to like my man.

Anyway. Later.

We're cool?

Chelsea boy.

How are you feeling?

SHE SIGHS

Like I've just done one of Kingy's
workouts - full kit.

Be kind to yourself, Georgie.

Remember, you need time to heal too.

I know I did.

Sally?

Cervical cancer.

It will be three years in November.

I'm sorry.

It may not seem like it now

but it does get easier.

So is that me and you done now?

This isn't the end, Georgie.

This is just the start for you.

The key now is to keep talking.

Whether that's here in Afghanistan
or to someone at home.

That's certainly the recommendation
I'll be making in my report.

So does that mean
I can go back to active duty?

Unfortunately, the final decision
doesn't rest with me.

But, if it's any consolation,

I don't think you have PTSD.

You're grieving, Georgie.

It doesn't detract
from your abilities as a soldier.

Thank you. Thank you, Ma'am.

Thank you.

Stand up.

Stand easy, guys.

That was really good work
today, Two Section.

It's just a shame
they were one step ahead of us.

As a special treat, I've arranged
for you to watch the Hammers' game

on the big screen in the mess.
Nice one, Sir.

We'd also like you to keep an eye
out for a missing military dog.

Because at approximately 21:00

the dog in question is due to fly
back to Melton Mowbray.

Melton Mowbray?

The home of the humble
pork pie no less.

What's he doing there, Colour?

Convalescing at the Defence Animal
Training Regiment whilst

they get him
ready for civilian life.

So they're not going to put him
down?

The only hardship that
dog's going to face is

whether he has rabbit or
chicken for his dinner.

So as Colour says, if you hear of
anything, do let us know.

Don't shoot the messenger.
I just told you what I heard.

All you've got to do is put the dog
back where you found it.

How am I supposed to do that?

That dog's got more eyes on him
than Omar.

Fuck's sake. If I knew
I'd be working with kids,

I'd have stayed
at home with my Thumper.

Come on!

I can't believe I'm missing
the Hammers' game for a fucking dog.

All right, Flash.
You stay here, OK?

The chopper will come for you soon.

Good boy.

Safe trip, Flash.
Let's go.

DOG WHINES

Yo.

Did you see the way
he just looked at me?

Monk. Come on.

So were you just going to ignore me?

Sorry. My head's somewhere else.

Have you got a sec? Yeah.

Listen. What happened yesterday with
Omar... Look. It's fine.

I just had to make sure
he was fit to be interrogated.

How was the psych assessment?

Really good. I feel like a weight's
been lifted off my shoulders.

Well, if that's not a reason to
celebrate, I don't know what is.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Unfortunately, it's non-alcoholic.
But we could always pretend.

Aw, crap.

Let me go find something to
open this with. OK.

Actually, can we save this beer for
another time?

Was it something I said?

No, no.

It's just... Today's took it out of
me. That's all. OK.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Hey. I want a word with you, Cheese.

You are an absolute psychopath!
Do you know that?

And don't worry! I'm going to make
sure everyone of them knows

exactly what you did to that old
man.

And what are your little
friends going to say

when they find
out what you really are?

You keep my secret...

..and I'll keep yours.

Georgie.

What are you doing here?

I found a file about
Omar on Antonio's desk.

And? And...

He's just signed him
fit to be transferred to Pakistan.

You don't get it, do you?

He's known about Omar's deal
this whole time.

So, what else did the file say?

That he's leaving tomorrow.

So that's that, then?

Well, not necessarily. No.

It's not too late to
change your mind.

I need to look him in the eye, Prof.

This might be my only chance.

Who are you?

I'm the girl whose
future you stole.

Elvis Harte.

He was my fiance.

Don't look at him.
He's not going to help you.

You lured my fiance into a trap...

..a radio-controlled IED.

Look at him.

LOOK at him.

He had his whole life ahead of him.

And you took him from me.

Georgie...

..we should go.

Because of you...

..I'm broken.

Have you got nothing to say?

Did you get what you want?

I thought I'd know as soon as
I looked him in the eye.

Know what?

Whether he was sorry.

I mean, there was nothing.

Not even a flicker.

What're you saying?

You'll think I'm mad...

Try me.

There was just something about him.

I don't know.

Warlords aren't exactly shy
in coming forward, are they?

Prof, he was just
lying there, confused.

Your head has been all over
the place.

Things aren't as you
imagine them to be.

I thought I'd feel better...

..but I've just got this gnawing
feeling, inside my gut.

Saying what exactly?

Something ain't right here.

Today's election will
go down as a significant turning

point in Afghanistan's history

It is strange, isn't it?
They'll be insurgents somewhere,

stood in a room, staring at a map
of Kabul, looking for our weakness.

It's going to be carnage today,
guys.

No wonder they don't trust us

Important day. Let's try not to
spoil it with silly behaviour.

That's where my fiance was killed
by Omar.

But you know about that.

Alert the bomb squad. I want this
whole wing evacuated right now.

Let's go!

Outside the cement factory. Sergeant
Lane in pursuit of insurgent!

Before you shoot me,
you tell me the truth!

This was NOT the way things were
supposed to have panned out.

Oh, my God!

You're Aatan Omar!