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- Put your head up.

How do you know it's not going to get blown off?

A dead medic is no good to anyone.

- I could do with another grown up

coming away on tour with me.

- Elvis isn't the reason why I'm not coming back.

- Why aren't you coming to Afghan?

- I'm a soldier.

I need to be able to handle whatever the army throws at me.

- [Kingy] I knew you wouldn't leave me to handle

that freak's role call on my own.

- The situation is improving though.

I mean now that the war's ended.

- The war hasn't ended for us.

Just for you.

- Haven't even been here a day

and you're already a damn expert.

- A child would have bled out if it wasn't for her.

- Look at me.

Don't look down there.

- It seems like the Taliban are targeting the hospital.

- And Doctor Bahil?

- Oh that's me, hospital administrator

and doctor when needs must.

- Attan Omar.

- [Kingy] He was behind the special forces

fatality in Kabul, sir.

- Elvis Hart?

[phone rings]

[explosion]

[crying]

[melancholic music]

- That sounded like a bad one.

- Go back to sleep, Mimi.

- Wet the bed?

[chuckles]

- Thought it was another earthquake.

Like being back in Nepal for a sec.

- No, just one huge bomb blast.

What you doing up?

- Just wanted to jump on the wifi

and call Marie before everybody else gets on it.

- And what's the state of the nation with Marie?

- Well she's found something on Secret Escapes.

New York, Niagra Falls, Toronto.

Then the Queen Mary back to Southampton.

- Nice.

- Yeah, except I only get 10 days R&R

so we're going Lanzarote.

- No.

What?

And Marie's happy that you're going Lanzagrote

for your honeymoon?

- Well, I told her it's where Ariana Grande went.

It's the things you've gotta say when you're in love innit?

- You are so in love aren't you?

You soppy bollocks.

- Yeah, it's true actually.

Mad.

She is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Right, I'm gonna get some kip before it's another day.

Go to bed, you.

- Yeah I will.

- Sleep well.

- Night.

♪ Solitude

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ Can't let go

♪ Can't let go

♪ Break my heart

♪ Tear me apart

♪ I can't let go

♪ I know we are through

♪ But I keep on calling your name out too ♪

♪ Running away

- [Voicemail] End of saved message.

Message saved.

- There you are!

Come on, photo roll call.

You've done all the sorting, thought I was doing that today.

Come on, Serg.

♪ 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

♪ Can you hear the people marching ♪

♪ Louder than the drums

- [Throbber] This is gonna be epic.

- Be careful.

- [Throbber] Our group WhatsApp photo!

- Keep it still!

Hold it, hold it.

- My back!

- Oi.

Fall in!

The Brigadier is waiting to brief us.

Sort yourselves out, get your heads in the right space.

If any of you numb nuts manage to get injured

titting around, I will personally spoon out your eyes.

[distant fanfare]

Right, I recognise that sound,

all seated in the operations briefing room, now!

- I think I got one good one.

- [Throbber] It's you on your face.

- [Monk] What's that all, Rabee?

- Endurance run.

The British always lose.

- Endurance run?

How far's that then?

- 3.4 miles per lap.

On the hour.

Start again and keep going,

on and on till last man is standing.

- Or woman, thank you.

- Poya will win.

- Lads, what d'you reckon,

who votes someone taking this on?

I mean we've got a few of us proper fit lads.

- What, like you?

- Oh my days, hurry up!

- Sit them easy, Colour Sergeant.

- At ease.

- Double A.P. suicide bomb blast outside the Kabul Hospital.

Another bombing overnight, this time at a wedding.

- Initial thoughts were random attack

organised by local warlord Aatan Omar.

We think this is him.

- However, joint covert operatives have confirmed

there was a specific target.

Dr Bahil, hospital administrator.

Aatan Omar has been targeting places of work

and launching attacks on weddings and funerals

of anyone who opposes him.

Thus far his personal death toll stands at

several thousand, including a number of allied forces.

Of course he is not carrying out these atrocities himself,

rather he directs operations from

somewhere in the mountains,

making him particularly difficult to locate.

And this is Dr Bahil.

The targeted hospital administrator.

Her husband, Dr Dak Bahil, was running for re-election

last year, assassinated.

She's standing for his vacant seat.

Our task is to keep Dr Bahil alive and well.

Carry on, Lieutenant Hurst.

- All right everyone.

You heard the Brigadier, we're protecting Dr Bahil

whilst she's at the hospital.

With that in mind, Sergeant Lane and Saunders,

you'll be working with the local medics

at the Kabul Hospital today.

pick up any supplies you need from the

American Role One facility.

- Sir.

- Take Rabee and Poya with you.

Prof, Fingers, Throbber, you're joining Oscar Team,

assisting local forces with security

and escorting the medics in Kabul.

Spud and Monk, you're heading to the airport.

Guardian Angel duty.

American civil engineer meeting with a local council member.

Alright everyone, dismissed.

Get some Scoff, prepare to move.

- Should have joined the scouts, Monk.

- What?

- Bruv, Guardian Angel duty's basically driving

some muppet around all day long, like an Uber,

have you got a Prius?

- Shut up.

- [Elvis] Where's Omar?

He says Omar's not here.

- [Georgie] Approximately nine fatalities.

Emergency evacuation required.

- [Elvis] Has anyone got eyes on Omar?

- I wasn't privy to the intelligence briefing

back in the UK.

If I'd have known we'd still be dealing with Omar...

If you need me to put out a trawl for another medic.

- It's not going to be us out there

hunting the UK's most wanted, is it?

Omar's way above our pay grade.

Our job is to protect Dr Bahil.

So let's get on with it.

We need blast bandages, ChitoGauze,

haemorrhage control packs, trauma dressing,

and the S-rolled gauze, which is at the bottom there.

- If it's not Kate and Meghan!

Splintage and immobilisation kit available down the hall.

You can also pick up pelvic and traction splints

and a couple of head immobilisers too.

Come on, Princesses!

- I thought you were a doctor, sir.

- I am a doctor.

Did you think I was just pretending?

- I meant, I didn't know you were military.

- Tend to not wear my uniform when in downtown Kabul.

Don't know whether you've heard but there's a war on.

- We've been tasked with assisting Dr Bahil

with the inoculations whilst working as close protection.

- Multi-tasking, saving lives and preventing an epidemic.

We're honoured.

- Will you be helping us at the local hospital, sir?

- I'm operating there today.

They blow each other up, I stitch them back together.

Then it happens all over again.

- Politics.

- Don't be shy ladies.

You're welcome to anything you need.

- Life-saving surgeon, hero in a uniform,

nice chiselled jaw.

- Can we just crack on please Saunders?

Arriving at the hospital now Sir.

Can confirm check point in place.

- [Throbber] Afghan police for you.

Don't trust none of them to be honest.

- [Fingers] They're just the same as us really bro.

- [Throbber] Might be the same as you, fella,

but I ain't about to blow myself up.

- Because you haven't had the life they've had.

- Well, we don't do that sort of shit in Wolves.

- We've admitted 107 patients in the last 24 hours,

most with major bomb blast trauma.

The only trouble is, we had six beds.

- Can we do anything to help these patients?

- You're here to supervise the polio inoculations.

These people will be treated or beds found elsewhere,

eventually.

- Thank you very much.

On you go.

- Don't tell me we're doing this all day.

- Look I'm sorry to have to do this

but it's for everyone's safety okay?

Just come forward arms out.

[speaking foreign language]

- I ain't really got time for all that

mumbo jumbo bollocks, Prof.

No wonder your wife left you.

- Polio.

Eradicated in all but three countries globally.

One of those countries being Afghanistan.

The situation is reaching tipping point.

At the moment the disease is winning

and we're on a precipice.

Hence the urgent need to vaccinate all the children.

We mustn't allow the disease to spread into the city

or it will be impossible to contain.

Looks like we're not going to need anyone supervising today.

- Where is everyone?

- Would you bring your child to a place

that is being bombed?

- So what about medical outreach projects?

- We're trying to run them.

I'd trained up a team of local medics,

but several were attacked and killed.

It is becoming impossible to staff with such risks.

- So what do we do?

- If the children won't come here,

I need to go to them.

- This isn't exactly what I signed up for is it?

Security.

My Doris' uncle is security.

McDonalds Westfield.

- You my security?

- Ma'am.

- Yeah two.

They'll do I guess.

Come on.

Door!

- Oh my days.

- Thank you.

- Man's not an Uber driver.

- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- We should be out there, Fingers.

I want contact.

I'm itching for my first kill!

- Do you know what mate, on my first tour I felt the same,

but now, very happy being right at the back.

- We all join the army for contact.

- My old corporal told me on phase one training,

"Soldiering is 99% boredom, 1% extreme violence."

- Bring on the 1% then.

- Modern soldiering is about much more.

Nowadays we make a difference without having to kill people.

- I wanna make a difference by dishing out

some extreme violence, Black Country style!

- Muppet.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Let them know who's in charge, Prof.

You don't need to be workshopping

every fucker coming through.

English yeah.

- Thank you.

- Step forward, come on, come on.

- Come forward.

Arms out.

- [Antonio] If it wasn't for your quick thinking yesterday,

she'd have died in the street.

- Is she going to be okay?

- [Antonio] We're going to need to operate.

- But you can save her leg, yeah?

- Crushed tibia and fibula.

Shrapnel damage to the tendons and muscles

linking upper and lower leg.

Sensible option would be to remove the leg.

- What?

If the Queen was lying there,

we'd find a way to repair her, wouldn't we sir?

- If it was the Queen I'd imagine she might have

a ready supply of drugs to keep the leg alive,

and a medical team that would allow time

for the muscles and tissue to rebuild

with months of painful physiotherapy.

Rather than the risk of infection setting in

and killing her.

- Saunders.

What are you doing with a snow globe in your bergan?

- Sorry, Sergeant.

I got it in America, when my parents took me to Florida.

My surprise Sweet Sixteen.

So now it's just like my lucky charm.

- Look.

I'll see what I can do but, at best that little girl

has an uncertain future.

- See, lucky charm.

- [Antonio] Nurse, let's prepare for surgery right away.

- I need your help with Dr Bahil.

We need to explain to her that until

Omar's been terminated it's too dangerous for her

to man an outreach programme.

- [Antonio] We can explain, it doesn't mean she'll listen.

- Well just tell her she can't leave the hospital.

Say that all the vaccinations need to be done here.

Insist.

- You've met her.

- She'll be signing her own death warrant

if she takes a team in to the mountains.

- She's determined.

I've known her for years.

We used to work together in New York.

- So how do we guarantee her safety?

- This is Afghanistan.

There are no guarantees.

[speaking in foreign language]

- We need to speed this shit up lads.

Turbo frisks or we're gonna be here all pissing day.

- We're gonna be here all day anyway Throbber.

- Yeah, he's got a point lad.

- Bins ain't got a point man, he's so frigging P.C.,

it's getting right on my Bristol Cities.

- I don't get how being kind and gentle is P.C.,

you big melon head.

- Arms up!

- If you take an outreach team in to the mountains,

we could provide proper protection force.

We could assist ANA, ANP, ISAF.

- We're talking about remote communities.

The people are suspicious.

They do not trust outsiders,

especially allied soldiers.

- Our team would be fully briefed

and understand the culturally sensitivities.

- [Prof] Oi, go easy on him.

- This one's dodgy.

He's carrying a girls bag.

Why are you carrying a girls bag mate?

Eh?

Is it to go with your dress?

Steady sunshine, we all got a job to do.

- Be polite, Throbber.

- Shut up.

You ain't my teacher, you specky four eyed bollocks.

- Very culturally sensitive.

Evolved.

- Check his bag.

- [Prof] Come forward.

Arms out.

- I hear what you're saying and I understand

your reservations, but we need to get a move on.

We need to clear this area up,

Washington has given us the go ahead

and we need to be sure that we can get clearance

to move the resources.

You guys wanna take a small break?

- Oh my days.

- Take whatever you want, obviously.

Would you like some?

So let's move the compounds,

talk about the irrigation and I'll get back to

Washington and we will reconvene again.

- Don't be shy.

What you being shy for?

Come on bro. Bruv.

Fill your pockets.

- Her temperature's stabilising.

That's good, isn't it, sir?

- Yeah.

Let's see how she progresses over the next 72 hours.

- Saunders, on me, let's move.

- And good day to you, too.

- [Mimi] She must have some family somewhere.

- Well we know her mum's dead already.

- I know, but if we can somehow locate

the rest of her family.

- Look if she had any more family

they would have found her already.

- Maybe they don't know she's been injured,

or maybe they've got no way of getting to the hospital.

- There are thousands, hundreds of thousands of orphans.

- Wish we could take care of every one of them, you know?

- Yeah I know.

But we can't because it's not in our remit.

We have other duties.

- Gotta say, that's the first time

I've ever been into any hospital ever

and not seen one fit nurse.

- Shut up, Throbber.

- I think you lot better start being

a bit nice to me and Spud here.

- What's that all about then?

- Not good for your complexion that Throbber.

- Who give you all that?

- It's what you get when you do

Guardian Angel duty for the yanks.

- No wonder they're all fucking obese.

- Not all mate.

Check that lot out.

- Right, we need to sort out who's representing

the platoon in this endurance race.

The yanks are taking it serious.

- They take everything serious.

Especially themselves.

- Right.

Who's repping the platoon, Colour?

I'm not saying it's gotta be me,

but it ought to be the best person for the job,

which is obviously me, yeah,

I mean we're winners aren't we, me and you, Colour?

- How the fuck did we survive before

you joined the platoon?

- Exactly.

- Do you think we need to add anything else,

like phone numbers or?

- It says, "This child is at Kabul Hospital."

- If we put them up...

- If someone is missing her, they'll find her.

- Well someone must be missing her, surely.

Just imagine if we can unite this little lost girl

with her family.

I mean, how great would that be?

- We're deployed here for training and mentoring,

sometimes security yes, but all within a safe zone of Kabul.

- Yeah, but don't we have a duty to protect Dr Bahil?

- Yes, within the confines of the local hospital.

- Well, she's leaving the confines of the hospital tomorrow,

irrespective of what I say.

- Then we inform local forces and she becomes their charge.

- What she becomes is a viable target for Omar.

We need to be the ones out protecting her,

not leaving it to the Afghan Police,

especially after what happened at the hospital.

- One bad apple.

- Yeah and all we need is one bad apple

and we're signing Dr Bahil's death warrant.

- We can't give her orders, unlike you, Sergeant Lane.

- Surely it's not beyond the wit of the British Army

to organise a security team to travel with her.

- Look, I have orders.

I follow them.

I suggest you do too Lane.

- Stupid game anyway.

Yo.

Give us a Wonka Bar, wanker.

- Nah.

You need to watch your weight before the race.

- Oh you're mugging it.

You know I'm the man to beat the yanks.

Wankers.

- Is that Throbber?

- Yep, that's Throbber baby.

- Ooh Wank.

Wankers.

- Oh my God.

- Look we're running out of time with Dr Bahil.

She'll listen to you.

- I wouldn't guarantee it.

- Alright, can you sort some transport to the hospital then,

so I talk to her?

- She's here.

Collecting supplies.

- Really?

- Yeah, I invited her.

So, Manchester, you've got two soccer teams.

- No, just the one.

Stockport County.

It's a Greater Manchester thing, you wouldn't understand.

- [Antonio] I've told them.

- Who?

- The Brits.

I've explained that you are the most determined

and passionate person I know.

You decide on a mission, you undertake it.

- Ah, so that's why I'm here.

- Hey.

We know each other too well.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

- Well you did take me to some insalubrious

dives in New York.

- Country and Western bars are supposed to be insalubrious,

that's the point.

- Remember Dak and the lasso?

- One of the great nights out.

Dak loved it there, didn't he?

Sorry.

- I like talking about him.

- I always went with you and Dak, and that's the point.

We can't afford to let them kill you.

They kill you, they've won.

We need to be protecting you.

- Brace up!

As you were, guys.

We've been asked by my American and Afghani counterparts

to assist with an outreach mission today,

so, erstwhile plan, now on hold.

Lieutenant Hurst.

- Mine is not to reason why.

Right, some of you we will be venturing

outside the walls of Kabul today

working close security with a mobile clinic.

Alpha team, close protection.

Sergeant Lane, Saunders, you'll be working with

Rabee and Dr Bahil's medical team,

assisting as they head towards the Kowt-e-Ashro region.

- Bravo, along with a platoon of ANA,

will be that outer cordon of steel around Alpha.

- [Team] Colour.

- We also need someone to represent the platoon

at the endurance race.

We need someone who'll leave it all out on the track,

hold nothing back and do the regiment proud.

With that in mind there was only ever one man for the job.

- This is like fucking political correctness gone mad.

- Why's that mate?

- Prof!

Doing the endurance run?

It's like when the fat, ugly kid gets picked to play

Joseph in the nativity play.

- You're revealing a bit too much there, Throbber.

- I'd have been a bare better Joseph.

Fact.

We're about to be made to look like a right bunch of--

- Right.

Team Oscar, is everyone happy with the plan?

- [All] Colour.

- Remember, stay where I can keep eyes on.

Let's move.

- [Fingers] Here y'are lad.

I think that's called the downward facing dog.

- Kill me now, I've seen it all.

- Shut up and get in.

- You okay?

- Yeah fine.

Good luck.

May the best man win.

- Right, on your marks, get set.

[horn]

[applause]

- Oh here's Bill and Ben the high cholesterol men.

- Man.

They've got I love Krispy Kreme all over their fat chops.

- You wish.

- Yeah this way gents.

We're your guardian angels.

- Ah, I know what that nod means.

- Sir?

- It means, thank you, Doctor,

without you, none of this would be happening.

- It's amazing what I can do with a look, isn't it?

- Any news on Giti Sir?

- Intravenous antibiotics seem to be working,

so now, it's just a waiting game.

- Well great.

Surely that means that everything's going to be alright.

- There you go.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Not a bad turnout.

- 297 children under five within this area alone.

We need to inoculate them all.

We need to go door to door.

- There's still a few hours left.

- And 250 children remain unvaccinated.

They're not going to come, not with the military outside.

They think you're here to poison them.

I hate to say I've been proved right...

[speaking in foreign language]

- Saunders.

- Well no one had rocked up so I may as well

keep myself busy.

- Make yourself busy in here doing something

that you're paid to do.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Lane, leave her to deal with it.

- Calm down.

Please, there's children.

- If you're supposed to be helping,

just leave me to deal with the situation!

- This girl here, do you know her?

Her family or....

- And these stats are predictions of next year's

opium production?

- Refreshments?

- Alright.

Are you ready to eat something?

- Happy to eat at the American mess.

- Cultural sensitivity.

Our guests would like local refreshments served here.

Gentlemen.

- Help yourself mate.

Oi.

Come on boys.

Can you see him?

- [Throbber] Oh here he comes, Mo Farah.

- My blisters are killing me.

I don't think the heat's helping.

- That should be me out there.

- Yeah.

And you should have been Joseph.

- Do not bring that up again, I'm trying to move on.

- You don't understand.

How could you?

- You know why we're here.

- Here today, or in Afghanistan?

- Both.

- The children will be kept away,

polio will spread and more pain.

Because of you because of your presence.

- And what would happen if we just pulled out?

- You did!

In combat terms you're here training and mentoring.

And why, 'cause you'd saved Afghanistan?

No, because your people didn't like your soldiers

coming home in coffins.

It offended them.

But they don't seem too offended by Afghani deaths.

- That's so wrong.

- Really?

The people of your country suffer with my people?

I don't think so.

I don't think it even makes your newspapers anymore.

- I lost someone who I loved in this conflict too.

- And that makes us sisters, does it?

- No.

- I take it your husband volunteered.

My husband had no choice.

The people of Afghanistan have no choice.

So many soldiers.

- We weren't actually married.

He was killed on the day he proposed to me,

by Omar,

the same warlord who killed your husband

and is now targeting you.

So maybe we have more in common than you ever could imagine.

- Don't, don't try to connect with me, please.

The only way we're going to be able to reach

the children we need to reach is by

having no military presence.

And that is what's happening from now on.

[applause]

- I wonder where he's at.

There he is!

Go on Prof.

He's hanging in there.

- Just about by the looks of things.

You alright Prof?

- Trying to do the regiment proud,

but my nipples are chafing.

- Get the Vaseline out for him.

Sir?

The Prof's made the klaxon for another circuit.

- Excellent.

I know today didn't quite work out, Sergeant Lane,

but it could have been a whole lot worse.

- They think we're poisoning them, you know?

The Afghans.

They think the vacinations have got poison in.

- Well what can we do if they think

everything's a conspiracy?

- Yes, sir.

But if I was Afghan and I saw military force

escorting medics, I might think there was something

suspicious was going to go down.

Sir, with all due respect--

- Whenever you say with all due respect

I know you're about to start running your mouth.

- Look, Dr Bahil wants to go out unescorted, because of us.

- Well that's her call and it's nothing to do with us.

Training and mentoring, security within the hospital.

- Shouldn't we offer assistance sir?

- This is all about Dr Bahil is it?

Nothing to do with Omar and Captain Harte.

- Lane!

Hey, what's going on with you, Georgie?

- Being back here.

Don't you ask yourself what the fuck it's all been about?

Look at this place.

You telling me we've made a scrap of difference?

Look I signed on to make the world a better place Kingy.

Didn't you?

Are we making it a worse place?

- Look.

We trust the people above to see the bigger picture.

- No.

Nothing's changed.

We've made no difference.

Big picture small picture, people have died.

We've lost people Kingy, and what for?

- Georgie.

- Colour.

- You wouldn't believe it but the Prof

is still out there staggering around.

- Thought he might need some medical attention.

I'll make sure the Prof's alive, yeah?

If he is, I'll take the piss for us all.

- Good man.

You knackered?

- No, I'm all right.

You really going to Lanzarote?

[laughs]

- Yeah, why?

- Babe.

- Shut it.

[applause]

- How's your boy doing?

- Prof?

Amazing.

Just him and Poya now.

Americans fell like nine pins.

- Course they did.

- Yes Prof!

- Come on Prof.

[indistinct cheering]

- Hey, Prof.

That's over 50 miles.

You're a dark horse aren't you!

- Deep tissue massage, arnica ice compression socks,

protein and carbs okay?

Rest.

- I feel like I'm dead.

No I am dead, just bury me.

- Something to tell the folks back home hey?

- There is nobody back home.

She left me.

You only need one person to be proud of you don't you?

- Well, we're all proud of you, Prof.

- Hey Prof, Prof.

See that?

That's why we picked you.

We had every confidence you were gonna win.

Ain't that right Colour?

- Oh, yeah, not half.

Top boy.

- My theory was, whilst the other competitors

sprint round to get more rest time,

I go at a more sedate pace so need less recovery time.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

The old hare and the tortoise story.

That one is it?

- A book even you might have read, Throbber.

- Come on let's get him up.

I don't know how you did it champ.

- He never gave up, sir.

Shame that we are.

- You alright?

- Hey it's all you this.

- She doesn't like taking orders, does she Colour?

- No, not if she feels those orders aren't right.

- That is our job though, isn't it, Colour?

- Taking orders?

That's what we do, you interrogate them.

Sir.

- [Elvis] I'm trying to tell you that

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

- [Voicemail] Message saved.

To listen to the message again press one.

[cheering] [applause]

- I can barely bend my legs.

Just had to take a shit standing up, like a cow.

- How d'you feel, Poya?

Our boy smashed it.

- Brace up.

- As you were, guys.

Good effort and good focus all round yesterday.

- Need you hitting your pits early

because 04:00 hours we launch Op Homeward Bound.

Sir.

- Thanks Colour.

Op Homeward Bound.

A security operation to protect the medics,

allied and local, as they continue

with essential vaccination work in the field.

- Doctor Bahil is adamant she wants to travel

into the Kowt-e-Ashro region tomorrow, unescorted.

That means she wants no visible military presence.

The area is a collection of small towns

with outlying compounds.

- But, this region allows us to secrete

troops into the mountains, hidden but with eyes on,

ready to move in an emergency.

So Dr Bahil will be protected but at a discreet distance,

which hopefully allows her to do her job as we do ours.

What has been agreed with Doctor Bahil

is that a plain-clothed military medic

will escort her throughout, working as close security,

as well as administering vaccinations.

Doctor Antonio has offered to work in this capacity,

Sergeant Lane?

- Sir, would it be better if that was a female?

Last time, male presence seemed to cause aggravation.

- Dr Antonio has offered to go.

- We think that's appropriate.

- Yeah but I have a good working relationship

with Dr Bahil.

- And so does Dr Antonio!

- Sir, honestly, it mustn't be a male.

- [Antonio] Set?

- Yes, sir.

- Weapon?

- Thank you.

For arranging this.

- It was Second Lieutenant Hurst, not me.

- I'll keep her safe.

- Keep yourself safe too.

[tense music]

- [Prof] Eyes on ambulance Sir.

They've arrived.

- [Sandy] We work in shifts.

We need to keep our medics safe.

- We have the addresses and dates of birth

of all the children in the region.

We visit each dwelling, insist on treating the children,

do it with speed and efficiency,

and move on to the next dwelling.

- [Sandy] Keep a low profile.

Remember some are hostile to female medics here.

Communication is key, Sergeant Lane.

While we have light we can see any movements,

in or out of the area.

Homeward bound before dusk darkness

renders us effectively blind.

- [Prof] Vehicle has been stopped Sir.

Two males approaching.

[speaking in foreign language]

- She will just made hers down at the first sight--

- She's a soldier she knows what she's doing.

- Just looking out for her.

- [Sandy] Stay focused.

Any problems, we need to move quickly.

- [Prof] Two males appear to be moving away sir.

- You need to hide the watch.

- Stay close Poya, yeah?

One zero alpha this is one zero bravo.

Alighting car.

Side arm checked.

Poya monitoring area.

Over.

- [Sandy] One zero bravo to one zero alpha.

Our primary mission is to keep Dr Bahil safe.

- Roger.

Thanks for sorting this, sir.

- That sounded like a thank you, Kingy.

Remember she's a known target to local insurgents,

so we really need eyes on.

Over.

[speaking in foreign language]

- There are three children here we need to vaccinate.

[knocking on door]

- One zero bravo to one zero alpha.

Repeat.

We need eyes on over.

She's gone inside.

- They're not always going to be able

to inoculate from outside sir.

- Let's speed this up.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Kingy] Eyes on Sir.

- Sir.

Sir, there's a busy fucker on a moped!

- Throbber, how can you not look busy on a moving moped?

- I don't like them buzzing around like that.

How do we know what they're thinking?

Shall I neutralise?

- You gonna shoot everyone in Afghan on a moped

you're gonna need a hell of a lot of bullets,

that's for sure.

- If you want me to, Colour, be my pleasure.

- What on earth were we thinking, giving you a weapon?

- Well done.

Her temperature's down.

- Good.

- You are getting better.

- Monk?

- Here'ya lad.

Give us a lug of that.

I'm parched.

Sharing's caring man.

- [Georgie] Nearly finished this area.

About to move on sir.

- Roger that, out.

Colour.

- Boss?

- Soon as you've finished your scoff,

I want you, Fingers, Throbber to switch focus

to the south of the village.

- Boss.

- Lane's moving shortly.

We need to have eyes on any potential threats.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Bahil] Bring me the list?

Thank you.

- [Sandy] Lane we have eyes on south village.

Keep vigilant for threats to Dr Bahil.

Remember, compounds of interest are

one five five,

one two eight,

one one four,

one seven nine.

- What's a compound of interest Colour?

- Known insurgent activity within.

- Antonio told me you requested to join me.

Thank you.

- It was either do this or my roots again.

- I shouldn't have said what I said, about your fiancé.

I'm sure there's a part of you that wants revenge.

They shot my husband in the street like a sick dog.

Bang, walked away.

I'll get my revenge by carrying on his work.

- My fiancé was killed on a mission to get Omar.

- And that's why Afghanistan has drawn you back.

- No they just send me here.

- The British Army is all over the world

and you chose to come here.

- It was just chance.

- You volunteered.

These things don't happen by chance.

[melancholic music]

- Sir, Giti's gone, her bed's empty.

Where is she?

- She's not on the ward?

Maybe someone's taken her to the wash block.

- Her uncle came.

- What do you mean her uncle came?

- He took her.

- He can't take her 'cause she's not ready

to be discharged yet.

She needs 24-hour care, he can't just take her.

- He saw a sign, your sign.

- Is he allowed to just take her sir?

- What can we do if the family decided to take her home?

- Did you even try and persuade him not to take her?

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

'Cause we don't know where she is

so she could have been taken anywhere.

What are we gonna do?

- We carry on.

Get on with your duties, soldier.

- Straight to zero.

Losing the light.

Security vehicles will be monitoring and following

once you are outside the town.

Out.

- Infidel!

- [Sandy] One zero bravo to One Zero Alpha.

Dusk closing in.

Prepare to move.

Need you withdrawing and heading back to zero.

Over.

- Roger that.

Out.

We need to head straight to zero.

Not allowed to leave the vehicle for any reason.

It's getting dark soon and they won't have eyes on.

- Sir, excuse me, sir.

There's one particular moped.

It's been following them.

I clocked it a while ago.

- Stay in the vehicle, straight to zero, roger?

You're being followed.

Leave immediately.

I repeat leave immediately.

Nice one Prof.

- It's the woman from the other day at the school,

with the irate husband.

[speaking in foreign language]

- No don't.

- Sir, they've got out.

- [Sandy] Stay in the vehicle and keep moving,

repeat stay in the vehicle!

Over.

- [Kingy] Suspect following on foot Sir.

- She's not responding.

- Sir, Lane has company and they're armed.

- We need to get to the village now.

Everybody on me.

Let's double away, zeros, fives and twenties.

- She wants us to inoculate her children.

Get the bag and let's do it quickly.

- Right Poya, stay close.

- I'll be right there.

- Monk let's go.

Lane, Lane.

Multiple insurgents approaching.

Do you copy?

- Sir, Sir.

We need to get to Georgie and Dr Bahil.

- Bag.

There are two children here.

Uninoculated.

- She has a fractured eye socket.

We need to get her to a hospital.

- [Bahil] Not our immediate business.

- Should we take her and the children?

- [Bahil] We can not interfere in their lives.

- Shit.

Come.

Come.

[speaking in foreign language]

[gunshot]

- Shit.

- Throbber, easy.

- Follow me.

Keep low.

- You're being ambushed.

Move, move.

- [Sandy] At least five insurgents surrounding Lane.

Engage at will.

We have to get them back to the vehicle.

- Right, move, move, move.

- [Sandy] Throbber!

Around the corner.

- Coming through, coming through!

[gunfire]

- Prof on me, on me!

Corner, corner!

Protect Georgie!

[gunfire]

- [Georgie] Keep your head down.

- Clear.

- Right let's move.

Move.

Right come.

Follow me, follow me.

- Monk, Kingy!

On me, on me.

- [Georgie] Stay down.

- [Sandy] Clear the alley, clear the alley!

Clear.

Move, move, move.

- Right let's go.

- Kingy!

On Lane.

Prof's killed the last one.

Prof on me.

All clear.

Get her to the vehicle.

- [Georgie] Get in the car.

Poya.

Wait!

Where are you going?

Poya!

She's gone!

They've got her!

Kingy!

Poya.

They've got her.

Kingy.

Alright.

Poya.

Shit.

She's gone, they've got her!

- Alright two section.

All round to base.

360.

- Shit.

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

- Come on, we've gotta do something here.

It's down to me.

I mean was I that determined to get to Omar.

- [Brigadier] Her emotional involvement makes

unpleasant listening, Mr Hurst.

- I don't think I can do this anymore Fingers.

[dramatic music]