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- Calm down!

Fingers!

- Everybody clear.

Time of death, 8:49.

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

- Everything's
gonna be okay.

- Cheese,
this is 2 Section.

- All right, Mimi?

What would people make of
this new you back home?

- Knock that geezer
into next week.

- Fingers was
nothing to them, man.

- You weren't his mate or mine.

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

- You are mad.

- He has known
links with ISIS.

- Is it true?

You're thinking
about doing a deal

with Omar and letting him off?

- You will be
confined to barracks

and placed on restricted duties

until it can be
determined whether you

are fit enough to
continue in the Army.

- What are you
doing up, Georgie?

You should be in bed.

- Mm, I could say
the same for you.

- I couldn't sleep.

- You all right?

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

- Yeah, I know the feeling.

- I still don't understand

why you've been confined
to the barracks.

- Because no one's going
to give someone a weapon

with PTSD, are they?

- Is that what you've got?

- No, I haven't got that.

But they don't
know that, do they?

You know what we need?

- What?

- A large coffee
because something tells
me we're not going

to get any shut eye tonight.

- Medic!

Medic!

You're needed in resus.

Six US soldiers have been
injured in a roadside attack.

- Colour.

- Lane, Lane.

The order's for
Private Saunders.

- What?

- No, it's fine,
you've got this, go on.

You've got this, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.

Kingy, this is crazy!

I've come here to do a job.

- Look, it's not
my call, I'm sorry.

- So are they actually
thinking of sending me home?

- Just rest up, we'll talk
about it in the morning.

- No, no, no, no,
what do you expect me

to do, count bandages?

- Sorry.

- Kingy!

- Come on, quick
as you can, please.

♪ 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

- You know
what I don't understand?

- Quantum physics?

Law of gravity?

- Who decided that breakfast had

to be beans, scrambled
eggs, and sausages?

- And they say
philosophy's a dying art.

- Well, why not
lamb bhuna or sweet

and sour chicken
Hong Kong style?

- You ever
thought about running

in the elections, Throbber?

- You get my vote.

- Did you notice Fingers
never let his food touching?

And they make like
this little corridor,

using his beans
and scrambled egg.

- And don't forget the face
he'd make with his ketchup.

Reckon he used to start
the day with a smile.

- Cheesy bastard.

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

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

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

- Ugh, thanks.

- No worries,
doing her a favour.

- How exactly?

- She's not going
to be able to eat

when she's in a
strait jacket, is she?

- Wow.

- You know, why are
they wasting their time sending

me to a psych when Throbber
could do the job for him?

- Saunders, over here.

- Let Mimi sit down, mate.

- So what's the skinny
with you and Cheese,

because I'm definitely sensing
some sexual tension here.

- Yeah, shut up, Monk.

- We just come
from the same town.

Everyone knows each other.

- Bet you never even
got past her old man.

- How do you mean?

- What, some teacher
let you crack on

with his daughter, did they?

- Oh yeah, yeah, no, that's
right, her dad, the teacher.

- I heard you had a rough night.

- Yeah, two fatalities.

- I still don't get why they
stuck you in the subs bench.

- Because I lost my cool, Monk.

- How come?

- Omar is trying to cut some
deal with the Americans.

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

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

- Wait, hang on.

You telling me that
prick's gonna get off?

- We don't know that.

- He's a warlord, Prof!

They should be stringing
him up at the gate,

not getting into bed with him!

- Boss is waiting to brief us,

so I need you guys
finishing up here.

Sergeant Lane.

- What's the matter, Kingy?

- I can't attend a briefing now?

- Your psych assessment has
been arranged for this morning.

- Ah.

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

Hey, you never know, talking
to someone might actually help.

- Colour.

- Wanna be careful; the
government paid for those.

- What is it with
doctors and cigarettes?

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

- Yeah, Mimi said it
was a tough night.

- One guy was so badly burned,

I couldn't even identify him
without his dental records.

A psych assessment.

Someone really is
on the naughty step.

- I should learn to
keep my mouth shut.

- Just when I'm
starting to get used

to that weird accent of yours.

Listen, I'm guessing whatever
this deal is they're making

with Omar wasn't a
decision they took lightly.

- Don't they even care about

how many innocent
lives he's taken?

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

I don't like it any
more than you do.

Sometimes, you have to
look at the bigger picture.

- Which is what exactly?

- Men like Omar,
- Yeah?

- they have knowledge
that's invaluable

in the fight
against the Taliban.

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

- You know what, yeah.

I'm getting a little
bit smoking these.

- I'm sorry.

I know it's not your fault.

- I'll see you later.
- See ya.

- Special forces
should've put a bullet

in his head when
they had the chance.

- Oh, and that would've
evened things up, would it?

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

- I reckon they give
him a new identity,

butter him up with some
cushty job at Argos.

- Or we could always
slip the guard a bung.

Wipe that smug
grin off his face.

- Yeah,
don't tempt me.

- I'll catch you up, yeah?

- Why, where are you going?

- To see a man about a dog.

- Seems like everyone's
got a secret,

isn't that right, Saunders?

Watch where you're going,

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Prick.

- Hey, hey, hey, no
harm done, no harm.

- Need a little to learn
a little bit respect, son.

- Look, just leave it, I
don't want any more beef.

Prof, on me.

- Listen, listen.

You're not gonna say
anything, are ya?

- Of course not.

We're mates, ain't we?

Besides, I don't want your
dad giving me detention, do I?

- Last night's
roadside attack

was yet another
attempt by militants

to undermine confidence
in the upcoming elections.

Increased security
measures are now in place

at checkpoints across Kabul.

- Sit up.

- Sit them at ease,
Colour Sergeant.

- At ease.

- Please continue, Mr. Hurst.

- Sir.

Today, Throbber, Cheese, you
two are on guardian angel duty.

We have two US officials
arriving from Washington.

- Yes, sir.
- Sir.

- All right, are
there any questions?

- Is this to do with Omar, sir?

- I'm sorry?

- Well, it's just I heard
he's cutting some deal

with the Americans.

- That is not your concern.

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

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

- Perhaps your efforts
will be better spent

cleaning your bunk and
kit ahead of inspection.

- Colour.

- Right, everyone, dismissed.

- It would
appear insubordination

is rife among your platoon.

- Tensions are running
high, yes, sir.

We just lost one of
our men to an insurgent

who, by all accounts,
might well evade justice.

- His interrogation is at a
critical stage, Mr. Hurst.

I won't see their
hard work undermined

by idle chatter,
is that understood?

- Sir.

- I would suggest your efforts

are better spent concentrating
on the task at hand.

I take it the Afghan
recruits will be ready

for passing out next week?

- Men are in fine shape, sir.

- Then I look forward to
seeing them in action.

You have 30 minutes until
I arrive for inspection.

- Someone
looks deep in thought.

- Sorry,
I was miles away.

Wasn't expecting
to see you here.

- I've just been
officially discharged.

- Oh, what did they say?

- I'm showroom new, apart
from three cracked ribs.

It's the bruises you can't see.

They're the ones that
take longer to heal.

- I take it you've
heard about Omar.

- What about him?

- Sorry, I assumed you knew.

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

- Of course there is.

- You don't sound surprised.

- Nothing about this country
surprises me anymore.

You know Taliban warlords
have been elected

as governors with the
assistance of allied military.

- Which is why you need
to win these elections.

- I sometimes wonder if
the fight's already lost.

- Moving on from what we've
covered outside, in open order!

Right,

dress!

Eyes front!

Centre and rear ranks,

stand at ease!

- Afghan platoon, in open order,

awaiting your inspections, sir!

- Thank you, Mr. Hurst.

This whole line needs to
be more evenly spaced.

Late night, was it, Cadet?

- Sir?

- My ageing mother
makes quicker turns.

- Run out of boot
polish, did you?

- No, sir.

- Scuffed and unpolished,

rather like your
performance here today.

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

- They're a mess.

They're nowhere near
ready for passing out.

This is Sandhurst in the
sand, for Christ's sake.

We can't turn those
men into soldiers.

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

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

Takes a firm hand to
keep a troop in line.

- Sir.

- I want them ready for action.

Enough time has passed for
me to start seeing results.

- They're not in bad shape.

Brigs is feeling the
strain, that's all.

- Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.

It's not your balls in the vice.

- Sergeant Lane,
Captain Emma Preston.

I'm a clinical psychologist.

- Wasn't expecting
you to be in uniform.

- I'm also a serving officer.

Come in.

Would you like a glass of water?

- No, I'm fine,
thank you, ma'am.

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

Take a seat.

I take it you've
been fully briefed

as to why we're here today.

- Just got back from a funeral,

and I said things in
the heat of the moment.

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

- You recently lost a member
of your platoon, I believe.

- Fingers.

Sorry, but Private Stille.

He was married to my sister.

- That must've
been difficult.

- Yeah, it was.

He was like a brother to me.

I served six tours with him.

- That's a lot to
process for anyone.

- You just throw yourself
back in your work, you know?

Carry on the best you can.

- Would you say you're good

at compartmentalising
your feelings?

- What's that mean?

- It's a way of coping.

You put things to
the back of your mind

until you're ready
to deal with them.

- Yeah, I suppose I am.

- The problem is
it's only so long you

can keep those
feelings locked away.

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

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

- I've been asked
to exam Aatan Omar.

Dr. Antonio from the US Army.

I'm here to give you
a physical examination

to see if you're fit to
continue to be questioned.

Gonna start with
a simple eye test.

Just keep looking
straight in front of you.

Lie down for me.

Now tell me if you
feel any discomfort.

You experienced any
nausea or vomiting?

Gonna have you to bring you
in and get you looked at.

- Tell me about
Captain Elvis Harte.

He was your fiancee, I believe.

- Briefly, yeah.

He was killed in
operations here in Kabul.

- You must've been devastated.

- Yeah, I was at the time.

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

try and move on.

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

There was

this one,

Captain James.

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

like a comfort
rebound situation.

At least I was moving on.

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

- It's how I was brought up.

You dust yourself
off, you carry on.

I got that from my nan.

- Is that why you've
chosen not to take leave?

- I didn't think I needed to.

- But even so, coming
back to Afghanistan

must've stirred up a
lot of memories for you.

- I'm here to do a job.

I don't allow time
for distractions.

- Right.

I think we've
probably got as far

as we're going to get today.

- Think I've got
PTSD, don't they?

- Not necessarily, but
let's not rule anything out

at this stage.

- What do you think?

- I think we should continue
our assessment tomorrow.

- Okay.

- It's funny, I've
been a serving officer

for nearly 12 years now,

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

- Well, thank God you're
not a medic.

- Just out of interest,
if you were tending

to a deep cut, how would
you go about treating it?

- Well, first of all, I'd make
sure the wound is cleaned,

and then I'd make
the decision whether

to stitch it up or to
put a gauze on that.

- Why not just leave
it to the elements?

- Because it would get infected.

- And the wound would fester.

Then it's rather like grief.

Treat it, and you
can begin to heal.

But leave it untouched,

and it can start to
do some real damage.

- Ma'am.

- The brigadier
thinks the Afghan army

is a fuckin'
shambles, so it's down

to us to roll up our sleeves

and turn these grunts
into soldiers, understood?

- Colour.
- Colour.

- Won't be long before
they're operating without us,

so I don't want any
more soft soaping.

It's time to grab
'em by the balls

and start knocking
'em into shape.

- You can count on us, Colour.

- Thank you, Throbber.

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

as their mentor.

- Talk about the blind
leading the blind.

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

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

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

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

- Come on, we all know
the life expectancy

of an Afghan soldier.

The least we can do
is make sure they're

at the top of their game, yeah?

Waste of time.

- Got some scoff?

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

- Oh, Virginia Woolf!

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

- I bet that Mrs. Dalloway's
a right dirty mare.

- And he's back in the room.

- Hello, boy!

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

Hey, guess what?

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

Da da da da!

Dinner is served.

Courtesy of 2 Section.

Hey, it's fish fingers tomorrow.

I know you're
missing your mates,

but at least you've
got Throbber, eh?

I'll see you soon, yeah?

- You've been sneaking
off to feed some dog?

- He's injured, ain't he?

He's out here on his own.

- What's got into you, Throbber?

Willy Wonka one minute,
Dr. Doolittle the next.

- Look, you've got
more important things

to worry about, not
some fucking mutt.

He can understand you, you know.

He's got feelings,
just like we have.

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

- Hang on, I thought
Mitzy was some girl you

was knocking off back
in Wolverhampton.

- She's a Pitbull cross.

- And there
was me thinking you

was the Black Country's
answer to Zayn Malik.

Turns out you get a
stalk-on watching Lassie.

- Fuck off, Monk!

His paw's bust.

No one here gives a shit!

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

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

- Nice one, Cheese.

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

- Right, let's get out of here,

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

- Hey!

Thought you were
locked up by now.

- No, no such luck, Throbber.

- You sure you're
allowed to talk to us?

The Americans could
be watching you now.

- See you, nutter.

- See ya.

So how has your day been?

- Awful.

It's shit out there without you.

- Well, you might
have to get used to it.

- Why, what are you saying?

This is just
temporary, isn't it?

- It's not my decision.

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

- What do you mean?

- Well, no one's
invincible, Georgie.

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

- Not you n'all.

- I'm just saying that
you've been through a lot,

haven't you, so that's all--

- So you think I'm
crazy as well, yeah?

- No, of course I don't!
- All right.

Thanks for your support, Prof.

- Georgie.

♪ Keep your distance,
south of river ♪

♪ Draw a line, they
are not together ♪

♪ Make it screech,
stop, wait, turn red ♪

♪ Make me wonder
where the time went ♪

- You
recently lost a member

of your platoon.

- Thank
you, thank you, Georgie Lane.

- Maybe
it'll do you some good

to talk to someone.

- Fit and
ready for anything the Army's

gonna throw at me.

There is a cause for concern.

- Would
you say you're good

at compartmentalising
your feelings?

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

- You are mad.

- Do
you think I'm crazy n'all?

- I thought
you were locked up by now.

It's a way of coping.

You put things to
the back of your mind

until you're ready
to deal with them.

Fucking hollow pain

that never goes away.

There's only so long you

can keep those
feelings locked away.

Sometimes I

can feel my knees buckling.

♪ Save me a standoff

- Did you ask
your mate about the dog?

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

Mate says he's pork pied.

- What does that mean?

- Don't know, mince
meat, I suppose.

Off to doggy heaven, bless him.

- You mean they're
gonna put him down?

- Uh huh.

- He was injured in
the line of duty--

- Ah, enough about
this dog, let's focus.

- Right, 2 Section,
gather round.

For this training exercise,
intelligence suggests

that an insurgent is
currently lying low

in this disused building.

- Your job is
to systemically search

each room, shouting clear
- Clear!

- if the room
is empty of target.

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

Always remember, you're
working for the soldier

next to you and
not for yourselves.

- Rabee on me,
clearing the left room.

Cheese, Poya, take the right.

All right, prepare
to move, move!

All right Rabee, I
need you to listen

to everything I'm
about to tell you.

- Oi silly bollocks,
are you with us?

- Sir!

- Focus!
- Yes, sir.

- Everything.
- Yes, sir.

- For fuck's sake, get a grip!

Eyes on me!

- Okay, soon as this door opens,

you cover the room to the
left, do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Cover me!

- CS gas has been deployed.

Cover me while I put my mask on!

- Covering.

- Now put your mask on.

- Shit!

- Fucking idiot!

- Hey!

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

- I can't see anything.

- Do you not

fucking understand English?

Get your mask on!

- Hands up, hands up!

Stand down, stand down!

- Nice one, Rabee.

Suspect located.

- Right, copy that.

Right, anyone got any further
questions before we move on?

- No, Colour.

- Okay, speak to your mentors.

- All right, let's pull this
into your arm, nice and solid.

- Oh, can't
you breathe, Poya?

You should've
listened, should ya?

- Told ya to put your mask on!

- Where the hell is Cheese?

- My eyes,
my eyes.

Help me!

- We need a medic!

Rabee, cover me!

- Covering!

For fuck's sake, he
dropped his mask, man!

Can't find it anywhere!

- I've got you.

- Fucking told him!

Find your mask,
Poya, come on, mate!

- Cheese, do
something useful!

Take my fucking gun!

- Medic!

Covering!

- Stay calm,
Poya, I've got you.

Medic, over here!

Come on.

- I'm on my way!
- Deep breaths, yeah?

Sit there, sit there.

Deep breaths, yeah?

What the fuck was he
doing without his mask on?

- Told
ya, he dropped it.

- Look, let's just bag
and tag the suspect

and get the hell out of here.

- Listen, don't worry
because the first sting

is always the worst, okay?

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

- Head back, there.

- Guys!

Guys, we've got a problem!

- Cheese, on me.

- It's all right, you'll
start to feel better

in a minute, Poya.

- He's gone.

- Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

So what the hell happened?

- Must've panicked, Colour,

got disorientated by
putting on his mask.

- I didn't panic.

- When you're given an
instruction, Cadet, Cadet?

You follow, understood?

- Colour.

- Saunders, take Poya to the
medical facility for a checkup.

- You can thank me later!

- Right, I think
it's fair to say that

was complete and utter
fucking bullshit.

So I want you all in
positions ready to go again.

Let's move.

- Colour.

- Maybe the brig had a point.

- Is
that your partner?

- Sally.

- My mum and dad met
when they were 14.

My dad was on the way
home from a boxing club,

and Mum came round the
corner on a chopper.

My mum being my mum curbed it,

went flying, middle of the road.

Been together ever since.

- Tell me Elvis, Georgie.

- What do you wanna know?

- What's one residing
memory you have of him?

Don't like talking
about him, do you?

- Not particularly, no.

- And why is that?

- Because no good ever comes
from dragging up the past.

- Tell me about the day he died.

- It was a radio-controlled IED.

I tried to administer first aid,

but it was too late;
Elvis was dead.

- Must make you angry, all
those plans you had together,

gone in the blink of an eye.

- Elvis knew the risks.

- What about you?

- No good can come
from being angry.

- And you don't think
you would've benefited

from a leave of absence?

- Me being at home feeling sorry

for myself wouldn't
have helped anybody.

- It would've given you a
chance to grieve, Georgie.

And believe it or
not, it doesn't fit

into some convenient schedule.

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

and your family, but who's
there to hold you up?

You can't be everything
to everybody.

- Could we leave
that there for today?

I've got a splitting headache.

- Of course.

- He used to sleep with
his arm under my pillow.

Said he'd always
be there if I fall.

But he's not, is he?

Must make you angry,

all those plans you
had together, gone.

- I
wanna make sure you're ready

to dive straight back in.
- No good ever comes

from dragging up the past.

- Just
make everything okay.

- At some point,

something's got to give.

- You dust
yourself off, you carry on.

- Medic!

- Georgie, wait up!

How'd you get on?

- They haven't
discharged me yet.

- Could've done with you in
the training exercise today.

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

- Hit below the belt.

- Did you fight in my
corner with the brig or not?

- Look, you're in
my chain of command.

You know we can't
discuss this with you.

- Yeah, and you're
also my friend, Kingy.

At least I thought you were.

- Georgie, that--
- Listen, listen.

If I get sent home, we're done.

- Flash, I heard you took
the Taliban on single handed.

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

You gotta promise you're gonna
be a big brave boy all right?

You're a hero, Flash, and I'd
have taken that bullet for ya.

Here you go.

Now when you're in doggy heaven,

you can have all the
sausage you can eat,

and there'll be rabbits, too,

and no one will bollock
you if you chase 'em.

You've done your country proud.

Look after yourself, yeah?

So long, Flash.

- Oh, sorry.

Oh, please, please give
me something to do.

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

- Is it really that bad?

- Seriously, I had to stop
myself putting my pills

in colour order.

- You may be in luck.

This one got into an altercation
with some barbed wire.

He'll need cleaning
and suturing.

- Thank you.

Who needs flowers when a
deep laceration does the job?

- Thanks, I
really appreciate it.

- Well, stick around.

There's plenty more
where he came from.

- No, I don't mean him.

You've been a really good mate.

- So am I ever gonna get
a tour of Manchester?

Assuming my liver can handle it.

- Ah, you couldn't hack it.

- What, you worried your
mother wouldn't approve?

- My mum?

You're joking, bringing
home a surgeon for tea.

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

- Dr. Antonio, your
patient's here for his CAT scan.

- Some warning
might've been nice.

- Oh, what have you got?

- I think it's best you leave.

- What's he doing here?

- Suspected internal rupture.

Georgie, please,
don't get involved.

- Come on, why is
there no Wi-fi?

What's going on?

Oh, my days!

Who's hogging all the Wi-fi?

- Throbber!
- Huh?

- If this is you
watching porn again--

What the fuck is that?

I don't see nothing.

What the hell have
you done, Throbber?

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

- So what was you
planning to do?

- I ain't think that far ahead.

- Pft, well that's
you all over, that is.

- Don't be tight, Monk.

His heart was in
the right place.

- The last time you screwed up,

we were all up to
our necks in shit.

- Yeah, you could get
kicked out for this.

You know that, don't ya?

- Well, that's something
I'll have to live with.

- And you'd do that for a dog?

- I'd do that for
any of me mates.

- Right, that's it,

I'm taking him
back to the kennel.

- You can't!
- Throbber!

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

Monk, please, I'm begging ya.

You heard Cheese, he's
gonna be pork pied.

- I need my
bloody head tested.

- You serious?

- Well, it's either that, or
we see him get kicked out.

- You hear that, boy?

Your part of 2 Section now.

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

- Hey, hey, come here, man.

So where do we take
him after this?

- We? Pft, I've done my bit!

- Come on, hurry up!

- Okay Flash, I need
you to stay here, yeah,

until I come back
for ya, all right?

Yeah?

Remember, Flash, remember,
eyes 360 throughout.

- Leave off, like he
understands you, you muppet.

- Shut up!

He's cleverer than he looks.

- He's smarter than
you, that's for sure.

- Here's some water.

- Throbber! I beg you, hurry up!

- Okay, okay, drink,
stay, stay, stay!

I love you, I love you!
- Love you?

- Sh, sh, sh, sh.

- So Throbber,
what's your next bright idea

for this dog?

- This
morning, at 0600 hours,

we will be launching
Operation Strike Cobra.

- Full kit, 20 minutes.

- Intelligence
suggests two suspects

are responsible for
cultivating bombs

in the back room of a laundry

in the Ka Faroshi
district of Kabul.

It is a Taliban stronghold.

The whole area is
potentially volatile.

There's every likelihood
that these insurgents intend

to strike at next
week's election.

- Stabilisers are well and
truly off today, Saunders.

Better not mess this up.

- Our job is to locate

and extract the
suspects in question.

- You've
got this, Mimi.

- The safety of
passersby is paramount,

and we need to be
vigilant at all times.

- Hey Throbber, have
you heard the latest?

Apparently, the
Americans are thinking

about sending Omar
to Wolverhampton.

- You wouldn't be the first.

We've got an Afghan warlord
in our local chippy.

Mental Malek, they call him.

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

- I'm sorry about him.

He seems to have missed the
cultural sensitivity class.

- Malek?

- You know him?

- He's my cousin.

- Yeah, have a pipe at the
mood hoover over there.

Crack us a smile, son.

- Ignore him.

- It's easy for you to say.

So sick and tired of
you British people.

- Poya!

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

- You lot are all the same.

You don't care what
devastation you bring.

Poya, that's not fair.

We're out here
trying to help ya.

- Help?

Who do you think killed the
most civilians last year, hmm?

'Cause it wasn't the Taliban.

- All right, guys, the
objective of today's operation

is to move quickly and
to get out of there

as fast as possible.

- Sir.

- This is a thriving market.

If the enemy has eyes on,

we need to make sure
we're not static

and can react to any
changes to the threat level.

I need you to be
alert at all times.

In a clear and support
role, Team Oscar,

that's myself, Monk,
Rabee, Prof, and Zarek.

Cheese, Throbber, I need
you to secure the end

of the street, no one in or out.

In a medical support role,
Private Saunders and Poya,

the area around the bomb
factory is highly sensitive.

Your vigilance could
save lives today.

Zero, 2 Section standing by.

Lets go.

Zero, clearance support
has entered the building.

All eyes on.

- Has anyone
got eyes on Omar?

- Not seen.

- Not seen, boss.

- Corridor clear,
insurgents not seen.

- All
signs are in the clear.

- Approaching laundry.

Three, two, one,

on me.

- Friendlies, friendlies.

Zarek.

Setting charges now.

Everyone clear.

Three, two, one.

- Stay back!

- We have to stay calm!

- I told
you to stay back!

Oi, stay back!

- Kingy, the
crowd's getting lively.

- Stay back!

- Boss, be aware of crowd
outside.

- Entering.

Hands up, hands up!

Room cleared!

- Nobody touch anything!

- They've gone!

Sir, they've legged
it out the window!

- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- Zero this is One Zero Alpha.

All rooms are cleared,
bomb-making factory found.

Suspects gone.

- I need you to withdraw
and return to location.

- Roger and out.

- You
have to stay calm!

- Cheese!
- What the hell, Cheese?

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

- What?
- Cheese!

- What are you doing?
- I did tell him!

- Are you okay?

Okay, keep your head
up, let me see it.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

- You
could've killed him.

- Fuck off!

It's okay.

- Zero, this
is Four Zero Alpha,

requesting urgent backup.

- Shit, Tallboy, man the gate.

Keep eyes on me.

- What on Earth
were you thinking?

- I told the geezer
to stay back.

What was I supposed to do,

let some randomer
screw up the raid?

- Can you hear me okay?

- Right, I need
you to patch him up

and return to the vehicle.

The Afghan police
and Bomb Disposal

can deal with the fallout.
- But Colour--

- Now, medic, before
the situation spirals
out of control.

Now let's move!

- Poya, can you tell
him that he needs

to go the hospital and get this
cut on his head checked out?

- Now, medic.

- I cannot just leave
him here, Colour.

I've got a duty of care.

- And I've got a duty of care

to save your ass,
Private Saunders.

- Well, then you're gonna have
to go without me, I'm sorry.

- Zero, this is One Zero Alpha,

request from One Zero
Alpha for ambulance.

Serious civilian casualty, out.

- Can you ask him his
name and to getting--

- Ya ya ya ya ya ya, wait.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay.

Listen, I just need you
to stay with me, okay?

- Colour, we need
to hurry, Colour.

- We haven't got time to wait
for an ambulance, Colour.

We need to get him
to a hospital now.

- Look, we need to
follow procedure, medic.

- Well, he might have
a bleed on his brain,

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

There we go.
- Hey.

We have an elderly man
- You have to stay with me.

- with suspected concussion.
- Keep awake, there we go.

- Need to get him
- You're gonna

- to a hospital asap.
- be okay.

- All right, medic.

- Come here.

- Let's move.

- Satisfied, medic?

- Oh, Sergeant Lane.

We don't have an appointment.

- I've just listened
in on the operation.

You know, you asked me why I
came back here to Afghanistan.

It's because this place

is the only thing I
have left of Elvis.

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

It's a lie.

I had to be here.

It's the only place
I feel close to him,

and I know it sounds stupid.

- It doesn't sound stupid.

- And all I keep seeing
is that explosion.

It's playing like
a loop in my mind,

going over and over and over,

and I see, I see myself running.

But I'm not quick enough.

And maybe if I got
there sooner, I--

- Elvis died as a result
of the blast, Georgie.

There's nothing you could do.

- No, no, no, no, no, he
shouldn't have been up there

in the first place!

They lured him into a trap!

And the guy responsible is
getting treated like some VIP!

I can't escape him.

It's at home, it's in my head.

I close me eyes, he's there.

It's like he's following me
around, and he's taunting me.

- How does that make you feel?

- I want to hurt him.

I want to hurt him.

I want him to know how it feels

to get his heart
ripped from his chest.

And I know it sounds wrong.

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

I'm angry because he took
everything from me, from us,

wedding, children,

all the memories we should
be sharing together.

And you know what as well?

I look at my mum and dad,

and I'm jealous because
I will never have

what they have, will I?

Because my soulmate,
the person I was meant

to spend the rest of
my life with, is gone!

And he's not coming back.

And there's nothing
I can do about it.

- Saunders, that's
good work today.

Poya, you, too.
- Sir.

- Cheese, what the hell went
down with you and the old man?

- He was coming at me, Colour,

acting in an aggressive manner.

- He was an old codger.

- I gave him clear instruction,

but he wasn't listening,
isn't that right, Throbber?

- It's like he said, Colour.

- Medic?

- Yes, Colour.

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

- Colour.
- Colour.

- Colour.
- Colour.

- What's the big deal?

He's just some flip flop.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Yo, yo, leave it.

Just ignore him, he's
chatting bollocks.

If you guys wanna come by later,

I've been saving up the
Wi-fi for the Hammers game.

- Hammers?

Look more like Millwall.

- Yeah, just when I
was starting to like my man.

Anyway, later.

We cool?

- Chelsea boy.

- Yeah?
- Cheers, mate.

- How are you feeling?

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

- Be kind to yourself, Georgie.

And remember you need
time to heal, too.

I know I did.

- Sally?

- Cervical cancer.

It will be three
years in November.

- I'm sorry.

- It may not seem like it
now, but it does get easier.

- So does that mean
you're done now?

- This isn't the end, Georgie.

This is just the start for you.

The key now is to keep talking,

whether it's here in Afghanistan
or to someone at home.

That's certainly the
recommendation I'll be making

in my report.

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

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

But if it's any consolation,
I don't think you have PTSD.

You're grieving, Georgie.

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

- Thank you.

- A thank you, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Stand up.

Stand easy, guys.

That was really good
work today, 2 Section.

Just a shame they're
one step ahead of us.

As a special treat,
I have arranged

for you to watch
the Hammers game

on the big screen in the mess.

- Nice one, sir.

- We'd also like you
to keep an eye out

for a missing
military dog because,

at approximately 2100
hours, the dog in question

is due to fly back
to Melton Mowbray.

- Melton Mowbray?

- Mm.
- Mm.

- Home of the humble
pork pie, no less.

- What's he doing there, Colour?

- Convalescing at the Defence
Animal Training Regiment

whilst they're getting
ready for civilian life.

- So they're not
gonna put him down?

- The only hardship
that dog's gonna face

is whether he has rabbit
or chicken for his dinner.

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

- Hey, don't shoot
the messenger.

I just told you what I heard.

- Oh my God.

- All you gotta do is put the
dog back where you found it.

- How am I supposed to do that?

The dog's more eyes
on him than Omar!

- Fuck's sake.

If I knew that I'd
be working with kids,

I would've stayed at
home with my Thumper.

- Come on.

- Can't believe I'm
missing the Hammers game

for a fucking dog.

- All right, Flash,
stay here, okay?

The chopper will
come for you soon.

Good boy.

Safe trip, Flash.

- Let's go.

Yo.

Did you see the way
he just looked at me?

- Monk, come on!

- You just gonna ignore me?

- Sorry, my head's
somewhere else.

- You got a sec?

- Yeah.

- Listen, what happened
yesterday with Omar--

- Look, it's fine.

- I just had to make sure
he's fit to be interrogated.

How was the psych assessment?

- Really good.

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

- Wow, if that's not
a reason to celebrate,

I don't know what is.

- Are you
trying to get me drunk?

- Nah, unfortunately,
it's nonalcoholic.

But hey, we could
always pretend.

Crap, let me go find
something to open this with.

- Okay.

Actually, can we save this
beer for another time?

- Was it something I said?

- No, no,
it's just today's took it

out of me, that's all.

- Okay.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

- Hey, I want a word
with you, Cheese.

You are an absolute
psychopath, do you know that?

And don't worry,
I'm gonna make sure

that every one of
them knows exactly

what you did to that old man!

- And what are your
little friends gonna say

when they find out
what you really are?

You keep my secret,
and I'll keep yours.

- Georgie.

What are you doing here?

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

- And?

- And he's just signed him fit

to be transferred to Pakistan.

You don't get it, do you?

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

- So what else did the file say?

- That he's leaving tomorrow.

- What, so that's that then?

- Well, not necessarily, no.

- It's not too
late to change your mind.

- I need to look him
in the eye, Prof.

This might be me only chance.

- Who are you?

- I'm a girl whose
future you stole.

Evlis Harte?

He was my fiancee.

Don't look at him.

He's not gonna help you.

You lured

my fiancee into a trap,

a radio-controlled IED.

Look at him.

Look at him.

He had his whole
life ahead of him,

and you took him from me.

- Georgie.

We should go.

- Because
of you, I'm broken.

Have you got nothing to say?

- Did you get what you wanted?

- I thought I'd know

as soon as I look
him in the eye.

- Know what?

- Whether he was sorry.

There was nothing,
not even a flicker.

- What are you saying?

- You'll think I'm mad.

- Try me.

- There was
just something about him.

I don't know.

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

Prof, he was just
lying there, confused.

- Your head has been
all over the place.

Things aren't as you
imagine them to be.

- I thought I'd feel better,

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

- Saying what exactly?

- Something ain't
right here.

♪ The hunter becomes

♪ The hunted

- Today's
election will go down

as a significant turning point
in Afghanistan's history.

- It is strange, isn't it?

There'll be insurgents
somewhere, stood in a room,

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

- There's gonna be
carnage today, guys.

- No wonder they don't trust us.

- Important day.

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

- That's where my fiancee
was killed by Omar.

But you know about that.

- Alert the bomb squad!

I want this whole wing
evacuated right now, let's go!

- Outside the cement factory.

Sergeant Lane in
pursuit of insurgent!

- Before you shoot me,
you tell me the truth.

- This is not the way things

were supposed to
have panned out.

- Oh my God, you're Aatan Omar.

♪ Bury it all

♪ Bury it

♪ Bury it all

♪ Bury it

♪ Bury it all

♪ Bury it