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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