Our Girl (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 6 - Episode #4.6 - full transcript
It's a race against time as Georgie's suspicions about Omar simmer and attacks on election day ramp up.
[defibrillator whining]
- [Antonio] Time of death, 8:49
- Is it true?
Are you thinking about
doing a deal with Omar
and letting him off?
It must make you angry.
All those plans you
had together, gone
- Giti's gone.
Her bed's empty, where is she?
- She could have
been taken anywhere.
[Cheese speaks in
foreign language]
- What the hell went down
with you and that old man?
- You are an absolute
psychopath, do you know that?
- What are your little
friends gonna say
when they find out
who you really are?
- I found a file about
Omar on Antonio's desk.
He's known about Omar's
deal this whole time.
Because of you, I'm broken.
- Something ain't right here.
[singer vocalising]
[ominous music]
- [Brigadier] Today's
election will go down
as a significant turning point
in Afghanistan's history.
Their own highly
trained security forces
will ensure the democratic
process passes without a hitch.
Today also sees another platoon
of Afghan National Army
Cadets passing out.
They are Afghanistan's future.
- Left, right, left, right...
- [Brigadier] The
visiting dignitary,
the group command colonel,
will be welcomed by myself
before he inspects the troops.
- Left, right...
- He will witness first hand
how we are helping
Afghanistan help itself.
- [Commander] Right turn.
- There will undoubtedly
be insurgents
who will be attempting
to disrupt proceedings
and halt the elections
in any way they can.
We shall not be found wanting.
- We've trained long
and hard for today.
Stay focused, stay alert.
Impeccable behaviour.
- [Soldiers] Colour.
- At 1500 hours the
group command colonel,
one of the
highest-ranking officers
in the United
States Armed Forces,
lands in Kabul by helicopter.
He will travel by motorcade
to the parade ground.
And as part of a
schedule of activity,
he'll be visiting
the barracks at 1521.
- And be presented
to the British,
American and Afghan Brigadiers.
- Before turning to
inspect the troops,
he will stop at the best
student passing out, Cadet Poya.
- Thank you, sir.
- [Sandy] The Group
Command Colonel
will be here for nine minutes
before carrying on to meet
with the Governor of Kabul.
[soldiers chattering]
[suspenseful music]
- It is strange, isn't it?
- Mr. Hurst?
- Well, just as we're here
planning for every contingency,
there'll be insurgents somewhere
making plans of their own.
Right now, there'll be
bandits stood in a room
staring at a map of Kabul,
looking for our weakness.
- There will be no weakness,
correct, Second Lieutenant?
- Sir.
[dramatic music]
[singer vocalising]
[dramatic music]
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people coming ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people coming ♪
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ This is our battle cry
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ This is our battle cry
- I shit you not.
How would it make
the world any worse
if we just pulled out
and nuked the place?
I mean, even Australia's
got koala bears.
What's this shit hole got?
Nothing.
- Don't know, just ignore him
- Any eyes on Georgie?
- Not like her to
miss her breakfast.
- It's not, is it?
[soldiers chattering]
- 'Ere, Saunders.
- Where's he going?
- What's the matter,
don't like foreign beans?
The silent treatment.
Still, reckon it's
quite a good idea.
- Do you know what?
Why don't you just keep
away from me, all right?
You've done enough
damage already.
- You say nothing,
I say nothing.
Don't forget our little deal.
Oi, you, Charlie,
looking for you.
[soldiers chattering]
[solemn music]
- Yo, everything
all right, Mimi?
- Yeah.
- What's he banging on about?
- Who?
- Cheese.
- Uh, I don't know,
I weren't listening.
Something about beans.
- Sarge?
How you doing?
- Omar.
Do you think I should
say something to someone?
- What is there to say?
That we impersonated
American officers?
That you've got an uneasy
feeling about Omar?
Hold your counsel until you
know something concrete.
I'm on your side.
- I know why you're saying that.
Because if I say something,
then everyone will be like,
"Yep, confirmed, she's lost it."
- No one thinks you've lost it.
- Right, so why did they send me
for a psych assessment then?
- You know why.
- I'm of sound enough
mind to be in the Army,
unless I start
running my mouth off.
- Anyone who joins the army
is a fruitcake, know that.
- Have you heard of "Catch 22"?
- Yeah, but I don't
really understand it.
- Right, well, it's a book.
It's about the
American Air Force.
- Right.
- If you were going out
on a dangerous mission
and you applied for exemption
on the grounds of insanity,
then you were clearly
sane, so you had to do it.
Whereas the insane
who didn't apply,
they still got to go anyhow.
That's "Catch 22."
- Heads I win, tails you lose.
- Exactly, you got it.
- The Army always wins.
- Word of advice,
keep your head down.
- I know how to sort out
all problems on election day
and guarantee
there'll be no deaths.
- Does anybody have a clue
about these elections?
'Cause I don't.
- Go on, enlighten us.
- Vote by phone, hm?
Bosh, sorted, eh?
I mean, if they can
do it on "X Factor,"
you'd think they could
sort it out over here.
- Well maybe not everyone
has a smart phone, Throbber.
- I don't know
anybody that doesn't.
Mimi, do you know anyone that
doesn't have a smart phone?
- Obviously not.
Snapchat, Insta...
- Tinder.
- Even my grandma's on Tinder.
You know, she Super Liked me.
Not quite sure she
knows the rules yet.
- I once pulled four birds
in one day off Tinder.
- Is that how you
met Monk's grandma?
- Ah! [laughing]
[explosion booms]
- Yo!
- There you go, started already.
The Afghan elections,
Monk's grandma, Tinder,
and back to the realities of
war all within 17 seconds.
[Cheese laughs]
- There's gonna be
carnage today, guys.
Least let's hope so
anyway, eh Throbber?
Then we can go and sort
those wrong'uns right out
- Word in private
please Sergeant Lane.
- Sir.
- What's happening, Monk?
- In a bit, in a bit.
Where's she off to?
- Let's go to my office.
- Come on, Kingy, put
me out of my misery.
- I know that's a
psych report in there.
I'm thinking, if it's bad news,
you wouldn't have tapped the
files the way you just did.
Unless you're a
heartless psychopath.
- Got me sussed
already, you're good.
[both laugh]
- Reinstated to full duties
with immediate effect.
- See, I knew, I knew you
weren't a heartless psychopath.
- Mm-hm.
- And I'm sorry, you know.
- No, no, spit it out.
- That I thought you
agreed with them,
for me not being fit for duty.
- If I'd have thought for
one second you were wobbling,
I'd have done more than just
think you were unfit for duty,
I would have called it in.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah, Abso-fucking-lutley.
You got responsibilities,
other people rely on us,
and it would be a
dereliction of my duties
if I had doubts about you.
- Well, I'm sane, it's
official. [chuckles]
- You've never been
sane to be fair, Lane.
- You're right, I wouldn't
have enlisted otherwise.
"Catch 22," eh?
- So from now on, task in
hand and only task in hand.
- Colour.
[ominous music]
- Yes.
Come, it's time.
[crowd chattering]
[suspenseful music]
[children laughing]
[explosion booms]
[eerie music]
- Right, so how
many on your lists
are needing to
stay in overnight?
- Have you got a moment, sir?
- Yeah, yeah, we just finished.
Thank you, doctor.
Hello, stranger,
nice to see you.
How you been?
- Yeah, I'm back on full duties.
- That's great news, I
couldn't be happier for you.
- Did you know about Pakistan?
- I'm sorry?
- No, don't "I'm sorry"
me when you lied.
You signed Omar off
as fit to travel.
You knew Omar was
gonna get whisked off
to some interrogation
unit in Pakistan
never to be heard or seen again.
- Just hold on a second.
There was no lying or
shielding you from the truth.
I was asked to medically
assess Aatan Omar,
and as a doctor I did my duty.
- So why didn't you
say anything to me?
- Because there
was nothing to say,
I didn't know
anything for definite.
- You were seeing the psych.
[Georgie chuckles]
What could I have told you
that I didn't actually
know myself, for certain?
- Look, I only ever done
what's best for you.
Which includes not telling
anyone you borrowed my pass.
- I needed to look
at him in the eye.
- Yeah, well, you seem
to have rattled him.
- Have I?
[ominous music]
- Now look, we need to be
able to trust each other.
- We do.
- Well, tell me what you know.
Stop censoring
everything you say.
I can see the cogs turning.
There's more, isn't there?
- He's called Military
Intelligence in
to make a full confession.
- And what can he confess to
that we don't already know?
- You might not
swallow this one.
- Go on.
- He's now saying he's not in
fact Omar but rather a stooge.
The SEALs and your
special forces
have been hunting a ghost
across the mountains
for two years,
while the real Omar
is somewhere else,
directing operations.
- [Georgie] I knew it.
- Hey, that is extremely
sensitive intel, by the way.
Only those on a
need to know basis.
- Do any of my guys know?
- Only those that need to know.
- I'm so grateful.
[suspenseful music]
Thank you.
- Whenever my kids used to
hover in the doorway like that,
it was either they
wanted more money
or were about to be expelled.
Oft times, both.
- Suicide bomb gone off
at a polling station.
Second one today, sir.
- Aware.
The Americans have called
for all public transport
to be halted...
- If that isn't Omar
that we have in our cells, sir,
and he's still at large
masterminding these attacks,
then surely, sir, our resources
can be better utilised
in Kabul, helping the ANA
prevent any of these
further atrocities,
rather than the dignitary meet
and greet here at the camp.
- No, I'm meeting the Colonel.
Will that be all?
- Thank you for listening, sir,
and I'm sure you'll give
it due consideration.
[singer singing in
foreign language]
- It's haunting, isn't
it, the call to prayer?
- Ay it though.
- Anybody who says it's not
a kind of beautiful sound
isn't listening to it properly.
Listen.
- I can't hear anything, Prof.
- Silence has a sound.
- Boom!
What a bunch of
pussies you lot are.
I didn't join the Navy
by mistake, did I?
- Thoughts?
One bad apple, yeah?
- I'm just here to
do my job. [sighs]
I ain't getting involved.
- Prof, a word.
- Go on.
[door slams]
- I heard certain intel
from American
Military Intelligence.
- You mean Antonio.
- Look, I'm not supposed to say,
but the person we
have in custody
is now saying he's not Omar,
but a stooge put in place
so Omar can carry on
directing operations.
Look, I knew something
wasn't right about him.
What did I tell you, I
called it right from the off.
- He's bound to
say that, isn't he?
"Are you Omar?"
"Oh, who guv, what guv, me guv?"
- What are we gonna do?
- About what?
- About Omar not being Omar.
- About Omar saying
he's not Omar.
He's not exactly the most
trustworthy dude in town, is he?
- Prof.
- What?
- What's gotten into you?
[ominous music]
- Intel suggests
that Kabul Hospital
is the next likely target.
Dr. Bahil requires round
the clock protection,
so I'm moving Saunders and
Poya over there to assist.
- Sir, I'm meeting
the dignitaries.
- Not any more.
- Sir, I could go to the
hospital while Poya...
- No, I need you here
supervising your platoon.
Any further questions?
- Sergeant Lane.
- Sir, do we know who exactly
who's behind these bombings?
I mean the one at the polling...
- Let's all stick to the
appropriate task in hand.
Dismissed.
- [Georgie] Take care, Mimi.
- [Mimi] Well, the
hospital's gonna be
about the safest place.
- Yeah, like the
polling stations.
You keep your wits
about you, okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine, I
got Poya to keep me safe.
Come on, let's get going.
Come on.
- Oi, oi, listen.
I'm being serious,
Saunders, okay?
You stay focused, you stay
alert, you stay alive, okay?
- Yeah.
[solemn music]
- You all right, Poya?
[door pounding]
- Change of plan, post bombings,
we're helping Dr. Bahil
in the emergency room.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
♪ Sink or swim
♪ Life and limb
♪ Heads or tails
- Are you worried
about anything?
- I'm not worried.
- Well, you look worried.
- No, that is my face.
[Mimi laughs]
- I mean, to be fair,
I did used to get that
all the time in school,
'cause apparently I always
used to look puzzled. [laughs]
God, I hated school.
- Was it in Kabul, your school?
You born around here?
- Lashkar Gah.
- I bet you were a right
teacher's pet, weren't you?
[laughs] Did all the
teachers love you?
- It wasn't a good time for me.
My parents needed me
to work on the farm.
- You don't need to worry
about any of that anymore.
- Yeah, you're
safe with us, Poya.
- I mean it, you're
my mate, you are.
When we get home I might
even follow you on Insta.
Ooh. [chuckles]
[dramatic music]
So, what did you grow?
Thank you.
- [Poya] When?
- On your farm, on
your parents' farm?
- It used to be melons
and pomegranates.
We even had some walnut trees.
- Walnut trees?
Walnuts grow on trees?
- [Poya] Of course.
- [Mimi] Oh my days,
I never knew that.
- But since the
war, just poppies.
- So your, do your parents
still have the farm?
What happened?
- There was a bombing
at my brother's funeral.
Killed them all.
[dramatic music]
[helicopter roaring]
- Minutes away, guys.
- Here come the big knobs.
- The Septics love a
bit of self importance.
- I want you to be
my business partner
when we leave the army, Prof.
- [scoffs] With your
brains and my looks?
- You slightly top him on both.
- Seriously, Dragon's Den,
[exhales] we'd sweep up.
- Go on, what's our business?
- Undertakers, Kabul.
- You know, Throbber,
that's not even funny, mate
[Throbber laughs]
- At teacher training,
we were told to encourage
kids to express themselves.
- [Kingy] Eyes front.
- I now realise just
how wrong that was.
- Sergeant Lane, important day.
Let's try not to spoil
it with silly behaviour.
[helicopter roaring]
[dramatic music]
- Tertiary blast injuries,
thrown into the air
and landed on his back,
no sensation in his legs.
- And how many bombings have
there been this morning?
- Most injuries from
the polling station.
A few other explosions.
- Haven't you got
election duties?
- Too late.
- What's too late?
- I have too much to
do in this real world
to worry about anything else.
- The elections are real.
- Or just a real waste of time.
- What are you talking about?
- The Taliban are
going to seize control,
aren't they, when
you're all gone.
The new Taliban is all about
peace talks and solar panels,
bringing irrigation
to the farms,
electricity in the
rural communities,
education for all.
- Hang on a second, the Taliban?
What's going on
with you right now?
- When you've all
gone and we're alone,
they're going to be
the ones in power.
By fighting them, aren't we
just delaying the inevitable?
Causing more harm?
- Well you try telling
that to the guy
they're wheeling into surgery
that they're the good guys.
- I don't believe
in anything anymore.
Listen, everybody has
been thoroughly searched
half a dozen times before
they've arrived on the ward.
Come, come.
- We are looking after you
today, Dr. Bahil, okay?
- Thank you.
- Come through.
To go to this bed here.
- Let's get this lady
on a saline drip and
some antibiotics.
- Okay, well, I'll grab
some from the cool store.
- I'll go.
- Okay, sure.
- [Dr. Bahil] Let's
get her on the bed.
Make her comfortable.
[suspenseful music]
- En route, sir.
- [Brigadier] Shall we?
[suspenseful music]
- Poya, if you can take these
blast bandages onto the ward.
What's the matter?
- Did you find it?
What's going on here?
Haven't interrupted
anything, have I?
[Mimi chuckling]
- Yes, go away.
- Okay, okay, okay, um, Poya.
Don't do anything, okay,
just stay really still.
- I only have to
press this button.
- I know.
I know that.
All I'm saying is
you don't have to.
- I do, for a new Afghanistan.
- But blowing up a doctor,
isn't that just like
the old Afghanistan?
- You've come here
and destroyed.
- Have I?
Me, how?
Poya, I'm over here doing
the same that you are.
I'm a medic.
- Be quiet.
- We're friends, Poya,
I was gonna come
and see your farm.
- There is no farm anymore!
Everything is gone.
- You haven't, you haven't gone.
You have got a life...
- We need to stop people
like you and this American.
- I'm not American.
- This isn't America,
this is our country!
We don't want any of
you here, none of you!
- Don't do this, Poya.
- Everything is a lie, Mimi.
Dr. Antonio pretending to help,
all the time pointing out houses
for the Americans to destroy.
- What do you mean, Poya?
- They've came to my house, too,
American medics
pretending to help,
but they're there to
search for targets.
- Antonio isn't doing that.
- He's there to tell them
where the Taliban are,
and then they'll bomb.
- Was it the Americans
that struck at your
brother's funeral?
- Of course.
- Antonio wouldn't do that.
- I've seen it with
my own two eyes.
He's not there as a doctor,
he's there as a spy.
[suspenseful music]
- Welcome, sir,
this way, please.
- [Brigadier] We
are proud to welcome
on this historic day...
- [Poya] You must leave, go.
- I'm not going anywhere,
Poya, I'm staying with you.
- You must be away
from me, Mimi, please.
- Go, Mimi.
- No, no, no, I'm staying with
you, you let Dr. Bahil go.
- I'm staying, too.
Maybe I can make
things better by dying.
Maybe, Poya, you'll be
making a martyr of me.
- Oh, no, no, no, no...
- If I'm not to be elected,
maybe this is what my destiny
was, to die for Afghanistan.
- I'm dying for Afghanistan.
- Poya, no one will
care about your death.
- I will.
- Go, Mimi, please.
- No.
I don't have a family, Poya.
My mum gave me away
when I was a baby
because she didn't want me.
I was actually born
addicted to heroin
because she was an addict,
and we've never met because
she doesn't want any contact.
- Get out, get out.
- I don't know
who my dad was.
- Go, let's move.
- Maybe he was from Afghanistan,
but I don't really know.
But when I was about four,
this couple adopted me,
and they were gonna be my
forever family, you know.
But about a year
later she got pregnant
and I think that's,
well, I guess why that's,
that's why they sent
me back to care.
I pretend that
I've got a family.
- Get back, stay there.
- And I pretend
that they love me,
and actually, I've got
no one, either, Poya.
- Go, go, go.
- Okay, okay.
- Move in.
- They've killed
all my family.
- Back it up, move!
- Faster.
- I've nothing to
live for but revenge.
- No, no, you, you've got me.
You have got me, and
we can sort this out.
- Let's go.
- No, no.
- Look at me, just
keep very still.
Take your thumb off, Poya.
[suspenseful music]
Move it away from the button.
[gun fires]
- Poya, Poya!
- Get them out of here
right now and into a safe zone.
- Poya!
- Alert bomb squad.
I want this whole wing
evacuated right now.
Let's go.
- No, no, no!
- Alert the bomb squad,
let's move out, go.
- Please just stop,
no, please, Poya, Poya!
Get off me, get off me, get off!
- Sir, attempted suicide bombing
at the hospital, ANA soldier.
- Please do follow me, sir.
- What do we do?
- If it was my call, I'd abort
until we can identify who it was
and any possible associates.
- On me, Colour.
Sir, we need the dignitaries
back into the safe
zone of the vehicle
whilst the situation...
- It's a suicide bomber.
- Until it's been resolved.
- Move back into the
ranks, Mr. Hurst.
- Sir, it's an ANA
attack at the hospital.
Sirs, we need you into the
safe zone right now, please.
- Exactly, everyone
into the vehicle, now.
[gun firing]
- Move, move!
- Contact!
- Move, move!
- [Kingy] Man down, man down!
[soldiers shouting]
- Put your weapon
down, Throbber, Cheese!
- [Kingy] Everybody stay down!
- Contact!
- Men!
- Man down!
- Everybody stay down!
- [Kingy] Lower your weapon!
- Let's go.
- Take his gun off him,
take his weapon off him.
- [Kingy] Everybody stay down,
stay down!
- Okay, all right.
[suspenseful music]
- [Monk] Rabee, where are you?
[gun fires]
- [Rabee] I'm in here!
- [Monk] Rabee,
Rabee, are you okay?
Stand back!
- Don't shoot, don't shoot!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
- My friend, how
could he do that?
I had no choice.
- Are you you
good, are you okay?
- I'm okay
- You're not hit?
- No.
- He's dead.
- [Rabee] Ugh, I
can't believe it.
- [Monk] You did good, Rabee.
[siren blaring]
[solemn music]
- [Kingy] Go back to your
barracks, quick as you can.
Go, come on!
[soldiers chattering]
- [Georgie] The
ambulance is here.
- That's right?
- Yeah.
- [Antonio] Building's clear.
Well done, Saunders.
- [Mimi] Pardon, sir?
- You got him to take
his thumb off the button,
gave me a clear shot.
- You didn't need to do that.
He wasn't gonna do it.
He understood, he was my friend.
[solemn music]
[soldiers chattering]
- Right, I want
everyone searched.
We need to find out
where that gun came from,
and let's make sure
there are no more
weapons unaccounted for.
Are you okay, Rabee?
- I don't know what happened.
Zarek just suddenly
lost his mind.
I'll escort these
two to Role Three.
- You sure you
don't need time out?
- I'm fine, we have work to do.
[ominous music]
[attendants chattering]
[ominous music]
- Excuse me.
- What's happened?
How is she, how's Mimi?
- Sketchy info at the moment
but as I understand it,
suicide bomber neutralised,
hospital in lockdown.
- So synchronised attacks.
- Let's wait for the facts
to become clear, okay?
Dignitaries are safe
back at Kabul Airport.
- Well, they didn't
hang around to see
how their security
detail were, did they?
- Yeah, well.
- You're gonna get mentioned
in "Dispatches," Rabee.
- Ah, we're all
just doing our duty.
- Two Cat As, we could
have been a blood bath.
- Transport and security
have been organised.
I can go down to Kabul hospital,
escort Poya and Saunders back.
I can also work on close
security for Dr. Bahil.
- Get that squared
away with your OC.
- Permission to be a part
of that detail, Colour.
Duty of care to Saunders,
I need to check her out
and bring her back with me.
Prof can be support,
he can drive.
Please, Kingy.
- Full combats, straight back,
let's leave the ANA to
work out of the hospital.
- Sergeant.
- A word in your ear.
Extremely disappointed,
Mr. Hurst.
- Sir?
- This is not the way
things were supposed
to have panned out.
- All ANA soldiers now are
confined to quarters, sir.
- Good.
- Thank God Rabee
acted that quickly.
Can you imagine the
damage he could have done?
- I don't know who
I can trust anymore.
[singer vocalising]
[dramatic music]
- Anyone see Dr. Bahil?
No, have you seen her?
Dr. Bahil, seen her?
Anyone know where she is?
Why didn't you
answer your phone?
- Out of charge.
- Ah, terrific.
I've just aged 20
years looking for you.
You need to stay close.
- Poya.
- What about him?
- He was talking about you.
- Nurse?
I had to shoot him, you do
realise that, don't you?
- Oh yes, you're
a soldier first.
- Meaning?
Okay, he was erratic,
could have pushed that
button at any moment,
would have taken out
half the hospital.
- You've been calling things in.
When we're on outreach
medical duties,
you've been reporting
suspicious behaviour
back to Military Intelligence.
- What are you talking about?
- Don't lie to me, I know.
- I've been by your
side as a doctor.
- By my side as a doctor,
and as soon as you're
back at the base?
- I'm only about
saving lives, okay?
- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.
If I happen see a
cache of weapons,
what do you expect me to do?
- You were there in
a medical capacity.
No wonder they won't trust us.
"The Americans are there as
spies, to gather information."
They were right all along.
- Hey, I see, I see
a cache of arms.
What do you expect
me to do, huh?
You think I
shouldn't call it in,
when you claim to be
about saving lives, huh?
- The harm you've done.
- Oh please, I'm on the
side of the good here,
doing what I think is right.
And I am sick and tired
of sending our men
home in body bags.
- We need to be able to go
out into the field as medics
and be trusted by the
people, or we've lost.
I'm going to vote.
[solemn music]
- [Throbber] What must
we have looked like,
two proper bad boys with straps.
- [Monk] Yeah, Batman
and Robin, mate.
- [Throbber] Which one am I?
- Well, I got there first,
which I think you'll find
makes me officially Batman.
- Would you have took
a bullet for them?
- Ah, I'd have
took one for Kingy,
especially when I saw his
little legs come hurrying over,
I thought I'd
better get involved.
- Ay it though.
I'd have run over and took
a bullet for you, you know.
- Your big fucking head would
have given us all cover.
- Lot of brain to
keep warm, mate.
- Actually, you're not as
thick as what I thought.
- Cheers pal, means a lot.
- You taking the piss?
- Yep.
- Ere Lads, all the Afghans
have been confined
to their quarters,
reckon we should slip in
a cheeky little CS gas
canister, don't you?
That should sort them out.
- To be fair, think
you were the first one
to suss out Cheese.
- What about him?
- Bloke's a dickhead.
- You know the other day
when we was on patrol
and the old fella got lamped?
Well, Cheese cracked him in
the head with his weapon.
Nearly fucking killed
the guy for no reason.
He ain't just a dickhead,
he's a wrong'un.
[ominous music]
[singer vocalising]
[receiver beeping]
- Sarge, someone's
trying to through.
- Send.
- Lane, where are you?
- En Route, sir.
- Hospital suicide attacker.
It was Poya.
I thought you should know.
- Roger that, affirmative, out.
[receiver beeps]
[ominous music]
- Who was that?
- Kingy.
- What did he want?
- Checking on our ETA.
- Why did he want to know that?
- Just drive, Prof.
[singer vocalising]
- Yeah.
- Why aren't you on the gate?
- Lieutenant Hurst just
stood us down, Colour.
- Yeah, three section
have taken over.
- Boss says it was Poya,
the suicide bomber
at the hospital.
- What, are you being serious?
- Prof and Georgie have just
gone off with Rabee, Colour.
If Zarek and Poya was rogue,
surely Rabee would have known?
- Well, he's gotta be
rogue and all, Colour.
- Right, you two, on me.
[dramatic music]
- [Georgie] Left here, Prof.
- [Prof] What, why?
- [Georgie] Just
turn left, Prof.
- [Prof] Where are
we going, Georgie?
We've lost our lead vehicle.
- Right, Prof, stop.
- Sarge, what's going on?
- We shouldn't stop, we
need to get to the hospital.
- It was Poya.
- What?
- The attempted suicide bomber
at the hospital, it was Poya.
- Poya?
That can't be right.
- I've just been informed.
- No, there's been a mistake.
Poya was at the
hospital, yes, but...
- He's dead.
- Dead?
- He was wearing a suicide vest.
Killed before he
could detonate it.
- No, there must have
been some kind of mistake.
I can't believe that.
Poya, our friend Poya?
- So when Poya got
sent to the hospital,
you got Zarek to take
his place, didn't you?
- What the fuck you
taking about, Georgie?
- We need to get to the hospital
and get your medic back to base.
Drive on, soldier.
- No Prof, we're staying here.
- Drive on as instructed!
- See that building there?
That's where my fiance
was killed by Omar.
Do you know about that?
- Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
- Oi!
- [Georgie] Prof, he's
got my weapon, call it in.
- Georgie, what you doing?
[gun firing]
Outside the cement factory,
Kabul Rushee district,
Sergeant Lane in
pursuit of insurgent.
Wait out.
- Colour, we need to get
to the cement factory, now.
- [Monk] Delta 1 to Bravo.
We're approaching the
cement factory now.
Where are you?
Please advise, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, come in, over.
- [Kingy] There's their
vehicle, stand by.
- [Monk] Delta 1 to Zero.
Alighting in pursuit of suspect.
Wait out.
[Georgie panting]
- On me.
[suspenseful music]
[gun knocks]
- Right.
Before you shoot me,
you tell me the truth.
You're guilty.
- Guilty, who is guilty?
Who is innocent?
- If you're working for
Omar, then you're guilty.
You're in with the people
who killed my fiance.
- He was an enemy soldier,
sent here to kill my people.
A legitimate target.
He went onto that roof to kill
as many of my men as he could.
- Who told you this?
- And when he found that bomb,
- I was the one who signalled
for them to detonate.
[dramatic music]
[explosion booms]
[dramatic music]
- You did?
Oh my God, you're Aatan Omar.
- [Prof] Hold your fire!
[guns firing]
- Prof, Prof!
Here, I've got you.
Prof!
- [Monk] Shots fired.
[Poya wheezes]
[soldiers chattering]
- He got hit.
- What's going on?
- Look after him, get this off.
- You trying to win a medal?
- All right, that's it,
breathe.
- I've got you, Prof.
[Georgie panting]
[Rabee groans]
- When he was blown off
that building, I rejoice!
It makes no difference.
Kill me, someone
else will replace me.
Someone more committed,
more determined.
Kill me, I win.
Let me live, you lose.
- It's catch 22, innit?
- Kill me!
[solemn music]
Kill me!
- Where's the justice in that?
Throbber.
[Throbber shouts]
- Ah! [screaming]
- Shut up, shut up!
I trusted you, I thought
you were one of us!
- Monk, Monk.
- [Kingy] Hello Zero, this
is Delta 5 requesting...
- Georgie, I can't breathe.
- Location [speaking faintly]
District.
- You're okay, you're all right.
You okay?
[Prof whimpers]
- [Announcer] With
Kabul fielding
the highest number
of female candidates,
these elections draw to a close
and the count is now underway.
As one candidate said,
we must give the children
hope for a better tomorrow.
[singer vocalising]
[soldiers chattering faintly]
- Shit a brick, it's
Thelma and Louise.
- Old boy from the village,
he's put in a
complaint against you.
- And I'm gonna support
him as a witness.
- What, you'd shit
on one of your own?
- You're ain't one of our
own, you're a wrong'un.
- Lads, cut me a bit
of slack here, okay?
He came at me,
didn't he, Throbber?
- No.
- Yeah, you're out on
your ass on this one, son.
- And the head cam footage
is with Lieutenant Hurst.
- What fucking head cam footage?
- One of the Afghan's.
Thing is, bro, no one likes you.
- Charlton, my
office, right now.
[gentle music]
- See you later.
- [Antonio] Hey.
- Hey.
- I've got some news for
Private Saunders about Giti,
the young girl from
the mountain village.
- Yeah?
- Her and her uncle
have come back
to the hospital for antibiotics.
- And they trust you, do they?
[Antonio chuckles]
- Look, all I've ever
done is do what's right.
You must get that, as
a soldier and a medic.
I reckon you'd have
made the same call.
- Do you?
- I'm heading back to New York.
I feel I'm damaged
goods over here.
And my mother doesn't want me
to miss another Thanksgiving.
- Well, you Americans have
got a lot to be thankful for.
- I might be in London for
a conference in the fall,
maybe I'll see you then?
- I live in Stockport,
it's quite far.
- Can we at least part friends?
- Colleagues.
- [Dr. Bahil] No lives
to save, Dr. Antonio?
- Just on my way.
- Congratulations, I hear.
- Nothing official yet, but
it'll be announced soon.
- Well, they couldn't
hope for anyone better.
- Let's hope I live long
enough to make a difference.
- [Georgie] Of course you will.
- I'll still be working
at the hospital.
- Good.
- Thank you, Georgie.
[singer vocalising]
- Excuse me, I need
to see someone.
[solemn music]
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Thank you.
Oh.
- Have you updated your
status to war hero yet?
- Ha, ha.
I've deleted all that
social media bollocks.
- Ah, moved on?
- You don't really move
on, do you, as such.
You reassess the past.
- Rewrite history?
- No, you don't rewrite history,
you rewrite the
present as you live it,
convincing yourself that
everything is just perfect.
- The Instagram generation.
- Mm-hm.
We're all told to live these
perfect lives, aren't we?
And we don't.
We pretend.
- That's exactly like me.
Sorry, I wasn't...
- [Georgie] It's okay.
- Um, [clears throat]
I've been lying to you guys.
[gentle music]
Well, I've actually been
lying my whole life,
if I'm being honest, but, um,
I'm actually just
a looked after kid.
I was brought up in a care home.
Anyway, what I'm
trying to say is,
whether you like it or not,
you guys are my family now.
I'll take this.
- I'll...
I didn't realise quite how
cute you were without them.
Mm. [chuckles]
[gentle music]
- Mimi, I didn't want to
say in there, all right?
But between us, just got
off the phone to Marie.
- What?
- She's nine weeks pregnant.
- Oh my God, we're gonna
have a little baby Fingers?
- Yeah. [laughs]
- Oh, Congratulations!
- I know.
- Oh.
No, but listen, shh.
- All right, all right.
- Okay?
- Yeah. [chuckles]
- [Throbber] You good?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, what are you
doing? [chuckles]
- Love my food, me, eh?
- Really?
- Mm.
It's in my genes.
- What, um, what are your genes?
- Well, I'm 25%
Jamaican, 25% Chinese,
25% Ukrainian, and 25% yam yam.
- And 100% twat,
that's what you are.
[Throbber laughs]
- You ever been
to Wolves before?
- Well, not intentionally, no.
- Hmm, well, I might have to
take you to the Mander Centre
on our R & R.
- Oh, sounds magic.
[gentle music]
- [Kingy] Throbber.
- What have I done now, Colour?
- How do you think you've
done on this tour, Throbber?
The amount of times
I've asked myself
why the fuck is Throbber
here, and now I know.
- 'Cause you're a
bloody good soldier.
- Really, Colour?
- Really, Throbber.
- I've been trying to tell you
that the whole bloody time,
you just never listen.
- Hey, there is our,
what are you doing?
[all laughing]
- There he is.
- Good.
- Hey.
- How are you?
- Hey, yo.
- Is he all mended, medic?
- It was a scratch.
- How are you Kingy?
- Yeah.
- Watch his arm.
- Shitting hell,
is that a bed pan
or are you just pleased
to see me, Prof?
[all laughing]
- What, what are you...
- No, oh, God.
- I'm always pleased
to see you lads.
- Can I just say a
quick word, guys,
while you're all gathered?
You lot are never
gonna leave me.
Thank you.
- You're a proper
sweetheart, are you.
- Sir.
- Yes, sir.
[all chuckling]
- Hey, why do they
call you Throbber?
- That's his actual name.
- [Georgie] Have you
heard his actual name?
- Kaine Wolfe.
- [laughs] Yeah.
- Fucking ridiculous.
[all laughing]
- He's lying.
- It is what it is.
- I've have royal blood, lad.
I loved it, you just flew.
- Is he actually being serious?
- On me, Colour.
[soldiers chattering]
- On the mend?
Private Grant?
- Prof, indeed.
Thank goodness, Brigadier,
he'll be coming home with us.
- A special dinner in
honour of my valiant efforts
on parade day,
you're my plus one.
- Your efforts, sir?
- We all played our
parts of course, Colour.
But someone's has to lead.
19:00 hours, Mr. Hurst.
- Thank you, sir.
But I've promised the lads
makeshift karaoke session
to celebrate their efforts.
- Someone's got to follow.
Sir.
[solemn music]
- This place, Afghanistan.
- Mm, as a child I used
to be fascinated with it.
I used to look up
the maps and wonder
whether one day. [chuckles]
- It's a mess, though, innit?
I mean, we all wish
it wasn't, but it is.
- We should never have gone in.
You know, after the Twin Towers.
We should never have gone in.
And once we had gone in,
we should never have left.
- Some people can never leave.
Elvis is here.
So kite flying
apparently is like
a massive thing
here in Afghanistan.
- [Prof] Yeah, like
footy in the UK.
- [Georgie] [chuckles]
No, I think kite flying's
much more civilised.
- [Prof] Perfect
conditions for it.
- [Georgie] Yep.
- You know, my grandma died
on Christmas Eve one year.
I was ten.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
Mum tried to carry on
and make Christmas
Christmas for us kids.
And we had all my grandma's
Christmas presents
under the tree.
She got me a kite.
I remember we took
it out on the reccy
after the Queen's speech,
a strong wind and
the strings snapped.
And it just flew up
higher and higher,
and my mum said, "It's flying
all the way to heaven."
[gentle music]
- All the way to heaven.
- Exactly.
♪ Now I lie
♪ In the lunar light
♪ Why don't you break down
♪ Break down for me
♪ Out in the dark times
[lighthearted music]
- "To see a world
in a grain of sand
"and heaven in a wild flower,
"hold infinity in
the palm of your hand
"and eternity in an hour."
- [Georgie] Is that
some clever way
of asking me out for a
drink when we get back home?
- Yeah.
- Good.
[Prof laughs]
[Georgie laughs]
[lighthearted music]
[singer vocalising]
[gentle music]
♪ I melt back into the waves
♪ Before you could find me
♪ Cold pictures in the stone
♪ Now I lie
- [Antonio] Time of death, 8:49
- Is it true?
Are you thinking about
doing a deal with Omar
and letting him off?
It must make you angry.
All those plans you
had together, gone
- Giti's gone.
Her bed's empty, where is she?
- She could have
been taken anywhere.
[Cheese speaks in
foreign language]
- What the hell went down
with you and that old man?
- You are an absolute
psychopath, do you know that?
- What are your little
friends gonna say
when they find out
who you really are?
- I found a file about
Omar on Antonio's desk.
He's known about Omar's
deal this whole time.
Because of you, I'm broken.
- Something ain't right here.
[singer vocalising]
[ominous music]
- [Brigadier] Today's
election will go down
as a significant turning point
in Afghanistan's history.
Their own highly
trained security forces
will ensure the democratic
process passes without a hitch.
Today also sees another platoon
of Afghan National Army
Cadets passing out.
They are Afghanistan's future.
- Left, right, left, right...
- [Brigadier] The
visiting dignitary,
the group command colonel,
will be welcomed by myself
before he inspects the troops.
- Left, right...
- He will witness first hand
how we are helping
Afghanistan help itself.
- [Commander] Right turn.
- There will undoubtedly
be insurgents
who will be attempting
to disrupt proceedings
and halt the elections
in any way they can.
We shall not be found wanting.
- We've trained long
and hard for today.
Stay focused, stay alert.
Impeccable behaviour.
- [Soldiers] Colour.
- At 1500 hours the
group command colonel,
one of the
highest-ranking officers
in the United
States Armed Forces,
lands in Kabul by helicopter.
He will travel by motorcade
to the parade ground.
And as part of a
schedule of activity,
he'll be visiting
the barracks at 1521.
- And be presented
to the British,
American and Afghan Brigadiers.
- Before turning to
inspect the troops,
he will stop at the best
student passing out, Cadet Poya.
- Thank you, sir.
- [Sandy] The Group
Command Colonel
will be here for nine minutes
before carrying on to meet
with the Governor of Kabul.
[soldiers chattering]
[suspenseful music]
- It is strange, isn't it?
- Mr. Hurst?
- Well, just as we're here
planning for every contingency,
there'll be insurgents somewhere
making plans of their own.
Right now, there'll be
bandits stood in a room
staring at a map of Kabul,
looking for our weakness.
- There will be no weakness,
correct, Second Lieutenant?
- Sir.
[dramatic music]
[singer vocalising]
[dramatic music]
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people coming ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ Can you hear the
people coming ♪
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ This is our battle cry
♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪
♪ Louder than the drums
♪ This is our battle cry
- I shit you not.
How would it make
the world any worse
if we just pulled out
and nuked the place?
I mean, even Australia's
got koala bears.
What's this shit hole got?
Nothing.
- Don't know, just ignore him
- Any eyes on Georgie?
- Not like her to
miss her breakfast.
- It's not, is it?
[soldiers chattering]
- 'Ere, Saunders.
- Where's he going?
- What's the matter,
don't like foreign beans?
The silent treatment.
Still, reckon it's
quite a good idea.
- Do you know what?
Why don't you just keep
away from me, all right?
You've done enough
damage already.
- You say nothing,
I say nothing.
Don't forget our little deal.
Oi, you, Charlie,
looking for you.
[soldiers chattering]
[solemn music]
- Yo, everything
all right, Mimi?
- Yeah.
- What's he banging on about?
- Who?
- Cheese.
- Uh, I don't know,
I weren't listening.
Something about beans.
- Sarge?
How you doing?
- Omar.
Do you think I should
say something to someone?
- What is there to say?
That we impersonated
American officers?
That you've got an uneasy
feeling about Omar?
Hold your counsel until you
know something concrete.
I'm on your side.
- I know why you're saying that.
Because if I say something,
then everyone will be like,
"Yep, confirmed, she's lost it."
- No one thinks you've lost it.
- Right, so why did they send me
for a psych assessment then?
- You know why.
- I'm of sound enough
mind to be in the Army,
unless I start
running my mouth off.
- Anyone who joins the army
is a fruitcake, know that.
- Have you heard of "Catch 22"?
- Yeah, but I don't
really understand it.
- Right, well, it's a book.
It's about the
American Air Force.
- Right.
- If you were going out
on a dangerous mission
and you applied for exemption
on the grounds of insanity,
then you were clearly
sane, so you had to do it.
Whereas the insane
who didn't apply,
they still got to go anyhow.
That's "Catch 22."
- Heads I win, tails you lose.
- Exactly, you got it.
- The Army always wins.
- Word of advice,
keep your head down.
- I know how to sort out
all problems on election day
and guarantee
there'll be no deaths.
- Does anybody have a clue
about these elections?
'Cause I don't.
- Go on, enlighten us.
- Vote by phone, hm?
Bosh, sorted, eh?
I mean, if they can
do it on "X Factor,"
you'd think they could
sort it out over here.
- Well maybe not everyone
has a smart phone, Throbber.
- I don't know
anybody that doesn't.
Mimi, do you know anyone that
doesn't have a smart phone?
- Obviously not.
Snapchat, Insta...
- Tinder.
- Even my grandma's on Tinder.
You know, she Super Liked me.
Not quite sure she
knows the rules yet.
- I once pulled four birds
in one day off Tinder.
- Is that how you
met Monk's grandma?
- Ah! [laughing]
[explosion booms]
- Yo!
- There you go, started already.
The Afghan elections,
Monk's grandma, Tinder,
and back to the realities of
war all within 17 seconds.
[Cheese laughs]
- There's gonna be
carnage today, guys.
Least let's hope so
anyway, eh Throbber?
Then we can go and sort
those wrong'uns right out
- Word in private
please Sergeant Lane.
- Sir.
- What's happening, Monk?
- In a bit, in a bit.
Where's she off to?
- Let's go to my office.
- Come on, Kingy, put
me out of my misery.
- I know that's a
psych report in there.
I'm thinking, if it's bad news,
you wouldn't have tapped the
files the way you just did.
Unless you're a
heartless psychopath.
- Got me sussed
already, you're good.
[both laugh]
- Reinstated to full duties
with immediate effect.
- See, I knew, I knew you
weren't a heartless psychopath.
- Mm-hm.
- And I'm sorry, you know.
- No, no, spit it out.
- That I thought you
agreed with them,
for me not being fit for duty.
- If I'd have thought for
one second you were wobbling,
I'd have done more than just
think you were unfit for duty,
I would have called it in.
- Really?
- Oh, yeah, Abso-fucking-lutley.
You got responsibilities,
other people rely on us,
and it would be a
dereliction of my duties
if I had doubts about you.
- Well, I'm sane, it's
official. [chuckles]
- You've never been
sane to be fair, Lane.
- You're right, I wouldn't
have enlisted otherwise.
"Catch 22," eh?
- So from now on, task in
hand and only task in hand.
- Colour.
[ominous music]
- Yes.
Come, it's time.
[crowd chattering]
[suspenseful music]
[children laughing]
[explosion booms]
[eerie music]
- Right, so how
many on your lists
are needing to
stay in overnight?
- Have you got a moment, sir?
- Yeah, yeah, we just finished.
Thank you, doctor.
Hello, stranger,
nice to see you.
How you been?
- Yeah, I'm back on full duties.
- That's great news, I
couldn't be happier for you.
- Did you know about Pakistan?
- I'm sorry?
- No, don't "I'm sorry"
me when you lied.
You signed Omar off
as fit to travel.
You knew Omar was
gonna get whisked off
to some interrogation
unit in Pakistan
never to be heard or seen again.
- Just hold on a second.
There was no lying or
shielding you from the truth.
I was asked to medically
assess Aatan Omar,
and as a doctor I did my duty.
- So why didn't you
say anything to me?
- Because there
was nothing to say,
I didn't know
anything for definite.
- You were seeing the psych.
[Georgie chuckles]
What could I have told you
that I didn't actually
know myself, for certain?
- Look, I only ever done
what's best for you.
Which includes not telling
anyone you borrowed my pass.
- I needed to look
at him in the eye.
- Yeah, well, you seem
to have rattled him.
- Have I?
[ominous music]
- Now look, we need to be
able to trust each other.
- We do.
- Well, tell me what you know.
Stop censoring
everything you say.
I can see the cogs turning.
There's more, isn't there?
- He's called Military
Intelligence in
to make a full confession.
- And what can he confess to
that we don't already know?
- You might not
swallow this one.
- Go on.
- He's now saying he's not in
fact Omar but rather a stooge.
The SEALs and your
special forces
have been hunting a ghost
across the mountains
for two years,
while the real Omar
is somewhere else,
directing operations.
- [Georgie] I knew it.
- Hey, that is extremely
sensitive intel, by the way.
Only those on a
need to know basis.
- Do any of my guys know?
- Only those that need to know.
- I'm so grateful.
[suspenseful music]
Thank you.
- Whenever my kids used to
hover in the doorway like that,
it was either they
wanted more money
or were about to be expelled.
Oft times, both.
- Suicide bomb gone off
at a polling station.
Second one today, sir.
- Aware.
The Americans have called
for all public transport
to be halted...
- If that isn't Omar
that we have in our cells, sir,
and he's still at large
masterminding these attacks,
then surely, sir, our resources
can be better utilised
in Kabul, helping the ANA
prevent any of these
further atrocities,
rather than the dignitary meet
and greet here at the camp.
- No, I'm meeting the Colonel.
Will that be all?
- Thank you for listening, sir,
and I'm sure you'll give
it due consideration.
[singer singing in
foreign language]
- It's haunting, isn't
it, the call to prayer?
- Ay it though.
- Anybody who says it's not
a kind of beautiful sound
isn't listening to it properly.
Listen.
- I can't hear anything, Prof.
- Silence has a sound.
- Boom!
What a bunch of
pussies you lot are.
I didn't join the Navy
by mistake, did I?
- Thoughts?
One bad apple, yeah?
- I'm just here to
do my job. [sighs]
I ain't getting involved.
- Prof, a word.
- Go on.
[door slams]
- I heard certain intel
from American
Military Intelligence.
- You mean Antonio.
- Look, I'm not supposed to say,
but the person we
have in custody
is now saying he's not Omar,
but a stooge put in place
so Omar can carry on
directing operations.
Look, I knew something
wasn't right about him.
What did I tell you, I
called it right from the off.
- He's bound to
say that, isn't he?
"Are you Omar?"
"Oh, who guv, what guv, me guv?"
- What are we gonna do?
- About what?
- About Omar not being Omar.
- About Omar saying
he's not Omar.
He's not exactly the most
trustworthy dude in town, is he?
- Prof.
- What?
- What's gotten into you?
[ominous music]
- Intel suggests
that Kabul Hospital
is the next likely target.
Dr. Bahil requires round
the clock protection,
so I'm moving Saunders and
Poya over there to assist.
- Sir, I'm meeting
the dignitaries.
- Not any more.
- Sir, I could go to the
hospital while Poya...
- No, I need you here
supervising your platoon.
Any further questions?
- Sergeant Lane.
- Sir, do we know who exactly
who's behind these bombings?
I mean the one at the polling...
- Let's all stick to the
appropriate task in hand.
Dismissed.
- [Georgie] Take care, Mimi.
- [Mimi] Well, the
hospital's gonna be
about the safest place.
- Yeah, like the
polling stations.
You keep your wits
about you, okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine, I
got Poya to keep me safe.
Come on, let's get going.
Come on.
- Oi, oi, listen.
I'm being serious,
Saunders, okay?
You stay focused, you stay
alert, you stay alive, okay?
- Yeah.
[solemn music]
- You all right, Poya?
[door pounding]
- Change of plan, post bombings,
we're helping Dr. Bahil
in the emergency room.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
♪ Sink or swim
♪ Life and limb
♪ Heads or tails
- Are you worried
about anything?
- I'm not worried.
- Well, you look worried.
- No, that is my face.
[Mimi laughs]
- I mean, to be fair,
I did used to get that
all the time in school,
'cause apparently I always
used to look puzzled. [laughs]
God, I hated school.
- Was it in Kabul, your school?
You born around here?
- Lashkar Gah.
- I bet you were a right
teacher's pet, weren't you?
[laughs] Did all the
teachers love you?
- It wasn't a good time for me.
My parents needed me
to work on the farm.
- You don't need to worry
about any of that anymore.
- Yeah, you're
safe with us, Poya.
- I mean it, you're
my mate, you are.
When we get home I might
even follow you on Insta.
Ooh. [chuckles]
[dramatic music]
So, what did you grow?
Thank you.
- [Poya] When?
- On your farm, on
your parents' farm?
- It used to be melons
and pomegranates.
We even had some walnut trees.
- Walnut trees?
Walnuts grow on trees?
- [Poya] Of course.
- [Mimi] Oh my days,
I never knew that.
- But since the
war, just poppies.
- So your, do your parents
still have the farm?
What happened?
- There was a bombing
at my brother's funeral.
Killed them all.
[dramatic music]
[helicopter roaring]
- Minutes away, guys.
- Here come the big knobs.
- The Septics love a
bit of self importance.
- I want you to be
my business partner
when we leave the army, Prof.
- [scoffs] With your
brains and my looks?
- You slightly top him on both.
- Seriously, Dragon's Den,
[exhales] we'd sweep up.
- Go on, what's our business?
- Undertakers, Kabul.
- You know, Throbber,
that's not even funny, mate
[Throbber laughs]
- At teacher training,
we were told to encourage
kids to express themselves.
- [Kingy] Eyes front.
- I now realise just
how wrong that was.
- Sergeant Lane, important day.
Let's try not to spoil
it with silly behaviour.
[helicopter roaring]
[dramatic music]
- Tertiary blast injuries,
thrown into the air
and landed on his back,
no sensation in his legs.
- And how many bombings have
there been this morning?
- Most injuries from
the polling station.
A few other explosions.
- Haven't you got
election duties?
- Too late.
- What's too late?
- I have too much to
do in this real world
to worry about anything else.
- The elections are real.
- Or just a real waste of time.
- What are you talking about?
- The Taliban are
going to seize control,
aren't they, when
you're all gone.
The new Taliban is all about
peace talks and solar panels,
bringing irrigation
to the farms,
electricity in the
rural communities,
education for all.
- Hang on a second, the Taliban?
What's going on
with you right now?
- When you've all
gone and we're alone,
they're going to be
the ones in power.
By fighting them, aren't we
just delaying the inevitable?
Causing more harm?
- Well you try telling
that to the guy
they're wheeling into surgery
that they're the good guys.
- I don't believe
in anything anymore.
Listen, everybody has
been thoroughly searched
half a dozen times before
they've arrived on the ward.
Come, come.
- We are looking after you
today, Dr. Bahil, okay?
- Thank you.
- Come through.
To go to this bed here.
- Let's get this lady
on a saline drip and
some antibiotics.
- Okay, well, I'll grab
some from the cool store.
- I'll go.
- Okay, sure.
- [Dr. Bahil] Let's
get her on the bed.
Make her comfortable.
[suspenseful music]
- En route, sir.
- [Brigadier] Shall we?
[suspenseful music]
- Poya, if you can take these
blast bandages onto the ward.
What's the matter?
- Did you find it?
What's going on here?
Haven't interrupted
anything, have I?
[Mimi chuckling]
- Yes, go away.
- Okay, okay, okay, um, Poya.
Don't do anything, okay,
just stay really still.
- I only have to
press this button.
- I know.
I know that.
All I'm saying is
you don't have to.
- I do, for a new Afghanistan.
- But blowing up a doctor,
isn't that just like
the old Afghanistan?
- You've come here
and destroyed.
- Have I?
Me, how?
Poya, I'm over here doing
the same that you are.
I'm a medic.
- Be quiet.
- We're friends, Poya,
I was gonna come
and see your farm.
- There is no farm anymore!
Everything is gone.
- You haven't, you haven't gone.
You have got a life...
- We need to stop people
like you and this American.
- I'm not American.
- This isn't America,
this is our country!
We don't want any of
you here, none of you!
- Don't do this, Poya.
- Everything is a lie, Mimi.
Dr. Antonio pretending to help,
all the time pointing out houses
for the Americans to destroy.
- What do you mean, Poya?
- They've came to my house, too,
American medics
pretending to help,
but they're there to
search for targets.
- Antonio isn't doing that.
- He's there to tell them
where the Taliban are,
and then they'll bomb.
- Was it the Americans
that struck at your
brother's funeral?
- Of course.
- Antonio wouldn't do that.
- I've seen it with
my own two eyes.
He's not there as a doctor,
he's there as a spy.
[suspenseful music]
- Welcome, sir,
this way, please.
- [Brigadier] We
are proud to welcome
on this historic day...
- [Poya] You must leave, go.
- I'm not going anywhere,
Poya, I'm staying with you.
- You must be away
from me, Mimi, please.
- Go, Mimi.
- No, no, no, I'm staying with
you, you let Dr. Bahil go.
- I'm staying, too.
Maybe I can make
things better by dying.
Maybe, Poya, you'll be
making a martyr of me.
- Oh, no, no, no, no...
- If I'm not to be elected,
maybe this is what my destiny
was, to die for Afghanistan.
- I'm dying for Afghanistan.
- Poya, no one will
care about your death.
- I will.
- Go, Mimi, please.
- No.
I don't have a family, Poya.
My mum gave me away
when I was a baby
because she didn't want me.
I was actually born
addicted to heroin
because she was an addict,
and we've never met because
she doesn't want any contact.
- Get out, get out.
- I don't know
who my dad was.
- Go, let's move.
- Maybe he was from Afghanistan,
but I don't really know.
But when I was about four,
this couple adopted me,
and they were gonna be my
forever family, you know.
But about a year
later she got pregnant
and I think that's,
well, I guess why that's,
that's why they sent
me back to care.
I pretend that
I've got a family.
- Get back, stay there.
- And I pretend
that they love me,
and actually, I've got
no one, either, Poya.
- Go, go, go.
- Okay, okay.
- Move in.
- They've killed
all my family.
- Back it up, move!
- Faster.
- I've nothing to
live for but revenge.
- No, no, you, you've got me.
You have got me, and
we can sort this out.
- Let's go.
- No, no.
- Look at me, just
keep very still.
Take your thumb off, Poya.
[suspenseful music]
Move it away from the button.
[gun fires]
- Poya, Poya!
- Get them out of here
right now and into a safe zone.
- Poya!
- Alert bomb squad.
I want this whole wing
evacuated right now.
Let's go.
- No, no, no!
- Alert the bomb squad,
let's move out, go.
- Please just stop,
no, please, Poya, Poya!
Get off me, get off me, get off!
- Sir, attempted suicide bombing
at the hospital, ANA soldier.
- Please do follow me, sir.
- What do we do?
- If it was my call, I'd abort
until we can identify who it was
and any possible associates.
- On me, Colour.
Sir, we need the dignitaries
back into the safe
zone of the vehicle
whilst the situation...
- It's a suicide bomber.
- Until it's been resolved.
- Move back into the
ranks, Mr. Hurst.
- Sir, it's an ANA
attack at the hospital.
Sirs, we need you into the
safe zone right now, please.
- Exactly, everyone
into the vehicle, now.
[gun firing]
- Move, move!
- Contact!
- Move, move!
- [Kingy] Man down, man down!
[soldiers shouting]
- Put your weapon
down, Throbber, Cheese!
- [Kingy] Everybody stay down!
- Contact!
- Men!
- Man down!
- Everybody stay down!
- [Kingy] Lower your weapon!
- Let's go.
- Take his gun off him,
take his weapon off him.
- [Kingy] Everybody stay down,
stay down!
- Okay, all right.
[suspenseful music]
- [Monk] Rabee, where are you?
[gun fires]
- [Rabee] I'm in here!
- [Monk] Rabee,
Rabee, are you okay?
Stand back!
- Don't shoot, don't shoot!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
- My friend, how
could he do that?
I had no choice.
- Are you you
good, are you okay?
- I'm okay
- You're not hit?
- No.
- He's dead.
- [Rabee] Ugh, I
can't believe it.
- [Monk] You did good, Rabee.
[siren blaring]
[solemn music]
- [Kingy] Go back to your
barracks, quick as you can.
Go, come on!
[soldiers chattering]
- [Georgie] The
ambulance is here.
- That's right?
- Yeah.
- [Antonio] Building's clear.
Well done, Saunders.
- [Mimi] Pardon, sir?
- You got him to take
his thumb off the button,
gave me a clear shot.
- You didn't need to do that.
He wasn't gonna do it.
He understood, he was my friend.
[solemn music]
[soldiers chattering]
- Right, I want
everyone searched.
We need to find out
where that gun came from,
and let's make sure
there are no more
weapons unaccounted for.
Are you okay, Rabee?
- I don't know what happened.
Zarek just suddenly
lost his mind.
I'll escort these
two to Role Three.
- You sure you
don't need time out?
- I'm fine, we have work to do.
[ominous music]
[attendants chattering]
[ominous music]
- Excuse me.
- What's happened?
How is she, how's Mimi?
- Sketchy info at the moment
but as I understand it,
suicide bomber neutralised,
hospital in lockdown.
- So synchronised attacks.
- Let's wait for the facts
to become clear, okay?
Dignitaries are safe
back at Kabul Airport.
- Well, they didn't
hang around to see
how their security
detail were, did they?
- Yeah, well.
- You're gonna get mentioned
in "Dispatches," Rabee.
- Ah, we're all
just doing our duty.
- Two Cat As, we could
have been a blood bath.
- Transport and security
have been organised.
I can go down to Kabul hospital,
escort Poya and Saunders back.
I can also work on close
security for Dr. Bahil.
- Get that squared
away with your OC.
- Permission to be a part
of that detail, Colour.
Duty of care to Saunders,
I need to check her out
and bring her back with me.
Prof can be support,
he can drive.
Please, Kingy.
- Full combats, straight back,
let's leave the ANA to
work out of the hospital.
- Sergeant.
- A word in your ear.
Extremely disappointed,
Mr. Hurst.
- Sir?
- This is not the way
things were supposed
to have panned out.
- All ANA soldiers now are
confined to quarters, sir.
- Good.
- Thank God Rabee
acted that quickly.
Can you imagine the
damage he could have done?
- I don't know who
I can trust anymore.
[singer vocalising]
[dramatic music]
- Anyone see Dr. Bahil?
No, have you seen her?
Dr. Bahil, seen her?
Anyone know where she is?
Why didn't you
answer your phone?
- Out of charge.
- Ah, terrific.
I've just aged 20
years looking for you.
You need to stay close.
- Poya.
- What about him?
- He was talking about you.
- Nurse?
I had to shoot him, you do
realise that, don't you?
- Oh yes, you're
a soldier first.
- Meaning?
Okay, he was erratic,
could have pushed that
button at any moment,
would have taken out
half the hospital.
- You've been calling things in.
When we're on outreach
medical duties,
you've been reporting
suspicious behaviour
back to Military Intelligence.
- What are you talking about?
- Don't lie to me, I know.
- I've been by your
side as a doctor.
- By my side as a doctor,
and as soon as you're
back at the base?
- I'm only about
saving lives, okay?
- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.
If I happen see a
cache of weapons,
what do you expect me to do?
- You were there in
a medical capacity.
No wonder they won't trust us.
"The Americans are there as
spies, to gather information."
They were right all along.
- Hey, I see, I see
a cache of arms.
What do you expect
me to do, huh?
You think I
shouldn't call it in,
when you claim to be
about saving lives, huh?
- The harm you've done.
- Oh please, I'm on the
side of the good here,
doing what I think is right.
And I am sick and tired
of sending our men
home in body bags.
- We need to be able to go
out into the field as medics
and be trusted by the
people, or we've lost.
I'm going to vote.
[solemn music]
- [Throbber] What must
we have looked like,
two proper bad boys with straps.
- [Monk] Yeah, Batman
and Robin, mate.
- [Throbber] Which one am I?
- Well, I got there first,
which I think you'll find
makes me officially Batman.
- Would you have took
a bullet for them?
- Ah, I'd have
took one for Kingy,
especially when I saw his
little legs come hurrying over,
I thought I'd
better get involved.
- Ay it though.
I'd have run over and took
a bullet for you, you know.
- Your big fucking head would
have given us all cover.
- Lot of brain to
keep warm, mate.
- Actually, you're not as
thick as what I thought.
- Cheers pal, means a lot.
- You taking the piss?
- Yep.
- Ere Lads, all the Afghans
have been confined
to their quarters,
reckon we should slip in
a cheeky little CS gas
canister, don't you?
That should sort them out.
- To be fair, think
you were the first one
to suss out Cheese.
- What about him?
- Bloke's a dickhead.
- You know the other day
when we was on patrol
and the old fella got lamped?
Well, Cheese cracked him in
the head with his weapon.
Nearly fucking killed
the guy for no reason.
He ain't just a dickhead,
he's a wrong'un.
[ominous music]
[singer vocalising]
[receiver beeping]
- Sarge, someone's
trying to through.
- Send.
- Lane, where are you?
- En Route, sir.
- Hospital suicide attacker.
It was Poya.
I thought you should know.
- Roger that, affirmative, out.
[receiver beeps]
[ominous music]
- Who was that?
- Kingy.
- What did he want?
- Checking on our ETA.
- Why did he want to know that?
- Just drive, Prof.
[singer vocalising]
- Yeah.
- Why aren't you on the gate?
- Lieutenant Hurst just
stood us down, Colour.
- Yeah, three section
have taken over.
- Boss says it was Poya,
the suicide bomber
at the hospital.
- What, are you being serious?
- Prof and Georgie have just
gone off with Rabee, Colour.
If Zarek and Poya was rogue,
surely Rabee would have known?
- Well, he's gotta be
rogue and all, Colour.
- Right, you two, on me.
[dramatic music]
- [Georgie] Left here, Prof.
- [Prof] What, why?
- [Georgie] Just
turn left, Prof.
- [Prof] Where are
we going, Georgie?
We've lost our lead vehicle.
- Right, Prof, stop.
- Sarge, what's going on?
- We shouldn't stop, we
need to get to the hospital.
- It was Poya.
- What?
- The attempted suicide bomber
at the hospital, it was Poya.
- Poya?
That can't be right.
- I've just been informed.
- No, there's been a mistake.
Poya was at the
hospital, yes, but...
- He's dead.
- Dead?
- He was wearing a suicide vest.
Killed before he
could detonate it.
- No, there must have
been some kind of mistake.
I can't believe that.
Poya, our friend Poya?
- So when Poya got
sent to the hospital,
you got Zarek to take
his place, didn't you?
- What the fuck you
taking about, Georgie?
- We need to get to the hospital
and get your medic back to base.
Drive on, soldier.
- No Prof, we're staying here.
- Drive on as instructed!
- See that building there?
That's where my fiance
was killed by Omar.
Do you know about that?
- Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, over.
- Oi!
- [Georgie] Prof, he's
got my weapon, call it in.
- Georgie, what you doing?
[gun firing]
Outside the cement factory,
Kabul Rushee district,
Sergeant Lane in
pursuit of insurgent.
Wait out.
- Colour, we need to get
to the cement factory, now.
- [Monk] Delta 1 to Bravo.
We're approaching the
cement factory now.
Where are you?
Please advise, over.
Delta 1 to Bravo, come in, over.
- [Kingy] There's their
vehicle, stand by.
- [Monk] Delta 1 to Zero.
Alighting in pursuit of suspect.
Wait out.
[Georgie panting]
- On me.
[suspenseful music]
[gun knocks]
- Right.
Before you shoot me,
you tell me the truth.
You're guilty.
- Guilty, who is guilty?
Who is innocent?
- If you're working for
Omar, then you're guilty.
You're in with the people
who killed my fiance.
- He was an enemy soldier,
sent here to kill my people.
A legitimate target.
He went onto that roof to kill
as many of my men as he could.
- Who told you this?
- And when he found that bomb,
- I was the one who signalled
for them to detonate.
[dramatic music]
[explosion booms]
[dramatic music]
- You did?
Oh my God, you're Aatan Omar.
- [Prof] Hold your fire!
[guns firing]
- Prof, Prof!
Here, I've got you.
Prof!
- [Monk] Shots fired.
[Poya wheezes]
[soldiers chattering]
- He got hit.
- What's going on?
- Look after him, get this off.
- You trying to win a medal?
- All right, that's it,
breathe.
- I've got you, Prof.
[Georgie panting]
[Rabee groans]
- When he was blown off
that building, I rejoice!
It makes no difference.
Kill me, someone
else will replace me.
Someone more committed,
more determined.
Kill me, I win.
Let me live, you lose.
- It's catch 22, innit?
- Kill me!
[solemn music]
Kill me!
- Where's the justice in that?
Throbber.
[Throbber shouts]
- Ah! [screaming]
- Shut up, shut up!
I trusted you, I thought
you were one of us!
- Monk, Monk.
- [Kingy] Hello Zero, this
is Delta 5 requesting...
- Georgie, I can't breathe.
- Location [speaking faintly]
District.
- You're okay, you're all right.
You okay?
[Prof whimpers]
- [Announcer] With
Kabul fielding
the highest number
of female candidates,
these elections draw to a close
and the count is now underway.
As one candidate said,
we must give the children
hope for a better tomorrow.
[singer vocalising]
[soldiers chattering faintly]
- Shit a brick, it's
Thelma and Louise.
- Old boy from the village,
he's put in a
complaint against you.
- And I'm gonna support
him as a witness.
- What, you'd shit
on one of your own?
- You're ain't one of our
own, you're a wrong'un.
- Lads, cut me a bit
of slack here, okay?
He came at me,
didn't he, Throbber?
- No.
- Yeah, you're out on
your ass on this one, son.
- And the head cam footage
is with Lieutenant Hurst.
- What fucking head cam footage?
- One of the Afghan's.
Thing is, bro, no one likes you.
- Charlton, my
office, right now.
[gentle music]
- See you later.
- [Antonio] Hey.
- Hey.
- I've got some news for
Private Saunders about Giti,
the young girl from
the mountain village.
- Yeah?
- Her and her uncle
have come back
to the hospital for antibiotics.
- And they trust you, do they?
[Antonio chuckles]
- Look, all I've ever
done is do what's right.
You must get that, as
a soldier and a medic.
I reckon you'd have
made the same call.
- Do you?
- I'm heading back to New York.
I feel I'm damaged
goods over here.
And my mother doesn't want me
to miss another Thanksgiving.
- Well, you Americans have
got a lot to be thankful for.
- I might be in London for
a conference in the fall,
maybe I'll see you then?
- I live in Stockport,
it's quite far.
- Can we at least part friends?
- Colleagues.
- [Dr. Bahil] No lives
to save, Dr. Antonio?
- Just on my way.
- Congratulations, I hear.
- Nothing official yet, but
it'll be announced soon.
- Well, they couldn't
hope for anyone better.
- Let's hope I live long
enough to make a difference.
- [Georgie] Of course you will.
- I'll still be working
at the hospital.
- Good.
- Thank you, Georgie.
[singer vocalising]
- Excuse me, I need
to see someone.
[solemn music]
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Thank you.
Oh.
- Have you updated your
status to war hero yet?
- Ha, ha.
I've deleted all that
social media bollocks.
- Ah, moved on?
- You don't really move
on, do you, as such.
You reassess the past.
- Rewrite history?
- No, you don't rewrite history,
you rewrite the
present as you live it,
convincing yourself that
everything is just perfect.
- The Instagram generation.
- Mm-hm.
We're all told to live these
perfect lives, aren't we?
And we don't.
We pretend.
- That's exactly like me.
Sorry, I wasn't...
- [Georgie] It's okay.
- Um, [clears throat]
I've been lying to you guys.
[gentle music]
Well, I've actually been
lying my whole life,
if I'm being honest, but, um,
I'm actually just
a looked after kid.
I was brought up in a care home.
Anyway, what I'm
trying to say is,
whether you like it or not,
you guys are my family now.
I'll take this.
- I'll...
I didn't realise quite how
cute you were without them.
Mm. [chuckles]
[gentle music]
- Mimi, I didn't want to
say in there, all right?
But between us, just got
off the phone to Marie.
- What?
- She's nine weeks pregnant.
- Oh my God, we're gonna
have a little baby Fingers?
- Yeah. [laughs]
- Oh, Congratulations!
- I know.
- Oh.
No, but listen, shh.
- All right, all right.
- Okay?
- Yeah. [chuckles]
- [Throbber] You good?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, what are you
doing? [chuckles]
- Love my food, me, eh?
- Really?
- Mm.
It's in my genes.
- What, um, what are your genes?
- Well, I'm 25%
Jamaican, 25% Chinese,
25% Ukrainian, and 25% yam yam.
- And 100% twat,
that's what you are.
[Throbber laughs]
- You ever been
to Wolves before?
- Well, not intentionally, no.
- Hmm, well, I might have to
take you to the Mander Centre
on our R & R.
- Oh, sounds magic.
[gentle music]
- [Kingy] Throbber.
- What have I done now, Colour?
- How do you think you've
done on this tour, Throbber?
The amount of times
I've asked myself
why the fuck is Throbber
here, and now I know.
- 'Cause you're a
bloody good soldier.
- Really, Colour?
- Really, Throbber.
- I've been trying to tell you
that the whole bloody time,
you just never listen.
- Hey, there is our,
what are you doing?
[all laughing]
- There he is.
- Good.
- Hey.
- How are you?
- Hey, yo.
- Is he all mended, medic?
- It was a scratch.
- How are you Kingy?
- Yeah.
- Watch his arm.
- Shitting hell,
is that a bed pan
or are you just pleased
to see me, Prof?
[all laughing]
- What, what are you...
- No, oh, God.
- I'm always pleased
to see you lads.
- Can I just say a
quick word, guys,
while you're all gathered?
You lot are never
gonna leave me.
Thank you.
- You're a proper
sweetheart, are you.
- Sir.
- Yes, sir.
[all chuckling]
- Hey, why do they
call you Throbber?
- That's his actual name.
- [Georgie] Have you
heard his actual name?
- Kaine Wolfe.
- [laughs] Yeah.
- Fucking ridiculous.
[all laughing]
- He's lying.
- It is what it is.
- I've have royal blood, lad.
I loved it, you just flew.
- Is he actually being serious?
- On me, Colour.
[soldiers chattering]
- On the mend?
Private Grant?
- Prof, indeed.
Thank goodness, Brigadier,
he'll be coming home with us.
- A special dinner in
honour of my valiant efforts
on parade day,
you're my plus one.
- Your efforts, sir?
- We all played our
parts of course, Colour.
But someone's has to lead.
19:00 hours, Mr. Hurst.
- Thank you, sir.
But I've promised the lads
makeshift karaoke session
to celebrate their efforts.
- Someone's got to follow.
Sir.
[solemn music]
- This place, Afghanistan.
- Mm, as a child I used
to be fascinated with it.
I used to look up
the maps and wonder
whether one day. [chuckles]
- It's a mess, though, innit?
I mean, we all wish
it wasn't, but it is.
- We should never have gone in.
You know, after the Twin Towers.
We should never have gone in.
And once we had gone in,
we should never have left.
- Some people can never leave.
Elvis is here.
So kite flying
apparently is like
a massive thing
here in Afghanistan.
- [Prof] Yeah, like
footy in the UK.
- [Georgie] [chuckles]
No, I think kite flying's
much more civilised.
- [Prof] Perfect
conditions for it.
- [Georgie] Yep.
- You know, my grandma died
on Christmas Eve one year.
I was ten.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
Mum tried to carry on
and make Christmas
Christmas for us kids.
And we had all my grandma's
Christmas presents
under the tree.
She got me a kite.
I remember we took
it out on the reccy
after the Queen's speech,
a strong wind and
the strings snapped.
And it just flew up
higher and higher,
and my mum said, "It's flying
all the way to heaven."
[gentle music]
- All the way to heaven.
- Exactly.
♪ Now I lie
♪ In the lunar light
♪ Why don't you break down
♪ Break down for me
♪ Out in the dark times
[lighthearted music]
- "To see a world
in a grain of sand
"and heaven in a wild flower,
"hold infinity in
the palm of your hand
"and eternity in an hour."
- [Georgie] Is that
some clever way
of asking me out for a
drink when we get back home?
- Yeah.
- Good.
[Prof laughs]
[Georgie laughs]
[lighthearted music]
[singer vocalising]
[gentle music]
♪ I melt back into the waves
♪ Before you could find me
♪ Cold pictures in the stone
♪ Now I lie