All language subtitles for Our Girl - S01 - E00 - Pilot

CALL TO PRAYER

Tonight, our special coverage...

for a closer look of the daily
lives of people in the region.

‘We'll be looking at the
war against extremism

‘waged by British
and American troops

‘over the border
of Afghanistan...

This programme
contains strong language

This film contains some scenes
which some viewers may find upsetting

This film contains some
scenes of a sexual nature

'A new study says more and
more white British people are...

lives lost and the fact
that Barack Obama

'is about to pour thousands
more troops into this region.

Itis by no means
certain we will prevail.

"What we do know,
from bitter experience,

'is that, whatever
happens here, good or bad,

'the rest of the world will
feel the consequences.

Happy birthday, Molly!

My little girl's all grown up!

Still very immature though, Mum.

Don't forget that! Fluffy
scrambled eggs, coming up!

What time's he getting
here? Don't know.

Oh, God, look at the
state of you, Dave!

Uh, Dad, I ain't being
funny, but you stink.

You been fighting again?

He had a ruck with the door, didn't
ya? She slammed it on my face, the door.

Slammed. Bosh. Unkind.
Thought she'd done me schnoz in.

SHE CHUCKLES

Yeah, you crack on enjoying
yourself, you piss-taker.

Ithink those frozen fish
fingers saved the day.

There are a lot of sacrifices
went into that present!

Make up for me getting a
bit involved last night, eh?

Dad, that's proper.

Oh, thanks, Dad!

Did you ever doubt me?

Here, dont let that pikey
boyfriend of yours see it.

He'll have it. Dont
spoil the moment, Dad.

# And then I go and spoil it all

#By saying something
stupid... CHILD CRIES

He needs to hurry up.

His eggs are ready.

Oh, get off, Dave. You do stink.

Just be careful, yeah?

You won't say nothing to
Dad, right? Yeah? Right?

All right.

Oh! Yeah!

Oi! You look after her,
Dean, d'you hear me?

What d'you think? Of course!

If you dont, I will
spoon your eyes out.

You was up to a lot
worst than me at my age.

See you later.

SIRENS WAILING

Thought you was coming
round mine this morning.

Iam coming. I'm
coming in a moment.

Bit late, then, yeah? I was just
coming round with your present.

You wasnt. You was standing
there talking to that pikey knobber.

I didn't think you were
going to work today.

Ithink you might
be staying in bed.

I was trying to be kind.

Molly.

Molly.

Molly.

I've got you a present.

What do you think?

It ain't an
engagement ring, is it?

Maybe.

You like?

Walk me to work, then.

Who give you this? Nice, innit?

Who? It's Tiffany, mate!

It's not Tiffany. What do
you know about anything?

I's snide.

Oh, right, so you're the expert
on everything now, yeah?

My brother sells snide
jewellery on the internet.

Well, your brother's
a tosser, then!

Tonight, I take you for a curry.

You English love your curry.

No, I'm busy, mate.

You love me.

Not as much as
you love yourself.

Stop it.

See you later.

If it's ten pound to get in,
and drinks cost a fortune,

we just make sure we get trollied
before we get in there, of course!

I'l do some
cocktails in my flask.

What?

We're not taking your
flask into a club again, Mum!

They thought you'd come
with a cup of tea last time!

They were very nice
cocktails though, Mrs Vale.

Look, tin of Red Bull,
yeah, pour half away,

fill the rest up with vodka.

That is me sorted.

These nails are
digging in tonight! Grrrl

THEY LAUGH

Well, that's 40 for you and
your mum, Shaz. Thank you.

Ta. What you wearing tonight?

I'm going to wear, you know
the, erm, the black..the black dress

with the er... Small
varnish, please, love.

Not today, Dad. Yes, today!

Change for me 20.

He's such a tool.

I dunno what's the matter
with you half the time! You!

Pass us the eyeliner, Mar.

You're what's the matter
with me all of the time, mate!

No wonder I have to get
out, with you going on!

And you're not having our food
money to pour down your fat gullet,

and that's that.

I've just give her my
housekeeping money.

You give your rent money
to me, not her. Understood?

See you later, Mum!

Have a great time
tonight, Molls. Ilhave a go!

You be careful! Don't worry about that, I
got Proud Mary to protect me, eh, Mar?

Yeah. Unless I get too
rotten onitand collapse.

Then, it's just every
man for herself.

Here you go. What's that for?!

Well, I don't want any
housekeeping from you this week.

Iwant you to
enjoy your birthday.

Not a breath to your
dad. Oh, yeah, as if!

And don't let him tap you
up for any either, Proud Mary.

Why is he so crap, Mum?

Why ain't you
wearing your bracelet?

Erm..I didn't want to lose it.

It's bound to get
messy, isn't it?

You do like it, though, yeah?

Yeah, love it! Did you get it?

Yeah, well, Dad went and
got it, but I gave him the money.

Been saving family allowance.
You be careful, yeah? All right.

Just give it back to him.
Stop eating that! Give it back!

Well, I'l have it, then!

There's always more
of them on a Friday.

Allthey gotta do is
go Friday night prayer,

they get their sins of
the week just wiped off.

I can see why it's
so popular now.

He's come to meet you! Sweet.

Hi. What's going on?

Ithought you were going to pub!

Who's that mess?

Why you saying this?
Molly, it's not what you think.

No, it never is, is it?

You, you dirty slag,
get out of the car!

Come on! Get out of the car, you
need to be taught some manners,

you dirty cow, get out!

Hey! What's the matter with you?

Dirty slag!

You go like a mental!

Be warned, I am mental!

Right, that is it, he has
shit on me for the last time.

Cheers! Yes!

Hey! That was us once.

Right, go on, then, down it.

Down it. Yeah, down
it! Down it. Down it.

Hey, they still want you off the
sick? Yeah, Even with your back?

THEY LAUGH

I never voted for this mob.

Who'd you vote for, then?

Down it! Down it!

Down it! Down it!

CHEERING

MUSIC PLAYS

Mum! It's so embarrassing!

She was my cousin.
Just my cousin.

Is that the best
you can do? What?

After all them hours
and she's your cousin?!

She is my cousin. Yeah, right!

You don't want to be my
girlfriend, I have my ring back.

Here are. Hope it chokes you.

Iwant you to be my girlfriend.

So what was the dippy-blurt in
the van all about, then?! I told you!

She didn't look Albanian!

What do we look like?

You got funny-shaped
heads and spazzer jeans.

She arrive today. Doesn't
speak a word of English.

Iam only person she knows.

Itrying to help her get
away from very bad people.

She my cousin.

You..my girlfriend.

You Albanian freak!

My head isn't a funny shape.

You're joking, mate?! You
got head like a Sainsbury's till!

Till-Head, that's
what we call you.

Belindal

Belindal DOG BARKS

Belindal

Belindal

Look at our country, Belinda!

Gone to shit, mate.

Our beautiful East London.

Been ethnically cleansed.

So us whites, we've
been driven out,

but no-one cares
about us! No, no.

We're not worth caring about.

We're the wrong
colour, that's our trouble!

What's the matter with you?

What? Don't I get a civil hello?

Don't wake the kids up.
I've had enough of you!

Well, what did you come home
for, then?! Cos it's my house! Mine!

Actually, it's The London Borough
of Newham's, but there you go!

Thanks. Cheers.

Is that you, Mar?

Yeah?

Oh, oh, hi, Moll. You all right?

Having a good night? Yeah,
wicked. Pass us a fag, Mar.

Oh, tal Il see you at the table.

MAN PANTS

MAN CONTINUES PANTING

There you are!

Just been looking for you.

I'm just going for that fag.

CAR HORN BLARES

Hey! Hey, darling!
What's going on, babe?

Looking good. Do you want
to come to a party with us?

Yeah, [ll come to a party.
Right, jump in the back.

SHE COUGHS

CAR DRIVES OFF

Qil Qil Don't you
want to fuck me?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

CALL TO PRAYER

Shh. Go to sleep. It's Saturday.

Where you going?

Brush my teeth. I honk.

Love you. I'm glad someone does.

Love you.

PEOPLE PANTING

THEY PANT Oh.

Smells nice.

I hope you're
changing them sheets.

What d'you get up
to? Anything nice?

Club.

Might take you clubbing.

What? Nothing.

See Artan last night?

Perry, right, proper chippy.

He can't get any work cos the
Poles'll build you a frigging house

for the price of a cup of tea.

Ain't worth his while getting
out of bed. Artan's Albanian.

You know what I'm taking about.

I'm talking about the
destruction of England.

What did he get you?

That ain't an engagement ring?

Don't worry, you two have
put me off marriage for life.

Yeah, don't let your gob
run away or [ll shut it for you!

Yeah, try it and
Il stab you. Molly!

You'll do what you're told
or you live on the streets!

You think you're someone
special, don't you? Well, you're not.

You're just a
run-of-the-mill slag.

I done this? Yeah,
it's shit, isntit?

I could turn it into daisies
or something? I don't care,

just get rid of the Artan.

Definitely be better with daisies
than just blocking it out. Whatever.

Does it hunt?

What you looking at?
Dunno, lost me zoo book.

Ha, bloody ha.

You local? Yeah.

Last white woman
on Kath-rhine Road.

Fancy an job in the Army, then?

Great job that - £100 a week to
have my head used as target practice.

Got any leaflets then?

I'm only tentative. I'm just
checking out the options.

Why don't you take a seat
and we can have a chat?

Don't be nervous.

We don't just throw you
onto the back of a truck.

We only want soldiers
who want to be soldiers.

I didn't think you'd want
the likes of me joining up.

Take these home and have
a butcher's at your leisure.

How old are you? 18.

What d'you have to do, then?

Well, first, you have
to do the BARB test.

Just a short test you
can do on the computer.

Someone of your intelligence,
itll be a piece of cake.

Me?! I'm stupid.
I don't think so.

Well, you don't know me.
I'm famous for being stupid.

Well, we can do the
BARB test now, if you like.

Find out just how
stupid you are.

What and I just do
it on the computer?

Exactly. Touch screen.

Then we throw you on a lorry and
you'll be in Helmand by tea time.

Il probably fail
the test anyway.

So...

Do you want to do it now?

All right.

Let's do it! Oh!

DOORBELL RINGS

What you looking at?

Dunno, lost me zoo book.

Get a job. I'm sick!

Yeah, in the head.

Mum, I'm going down Sara
Banajee's for a couple of days.

Who? She got into college
in Brighton, remember?

They said at primary school
that you were University material.

Did they? Mind you,
you were the only one

who could speak
bleeding English.

Is Artan going with
you? No, he ain't.

Can you try and be
nice to Dad? Why?

Because he wasn't
always a dickhead.

Right, left! Right, left!

Turn!

Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have
your attention for a moment, please.

OK.

All right, these next two
days are very important

if you want to progress
inthe British Army.

So take every task seriously
and try your best, all right?

For some of you, this is
going to be the end of the line.

For others, you'll be invited
to go onto the next stage,

which is Phase
One, Basic Training.

OK.

You know you're all here to have
your medicals, but before you go in

and see the doctor
for your examination,

you'll have a few
different tests first. Oh!

Problem with that, 17?

No, it's just a
bit boring so far.

So that was your sit-ups.

The Technical Selection Test
is basically a mathematics test

You've then got your
undergrasp heave test.

55 questions.

Powerbag lift and rope climb.

Should take you
about half an hour.

Every applicant must take
these upper-body strength tests.

On you go.

Qil Did you fucking "oi" me?!

My hand slipped, that's all.

SHE PANTS

God, I'm knackered.

You?

My hands still hurt
from them jerry cans!

You were good.

I have to bring our
shopping hore from Iceland.

SHE CHUCKLES

Are you from London?
Could you tell?

How about you? Do
you know Preston?

Lancashire. So
Preston's your town, yeah?

Well, no, Leyland. But I didn't
think you'd have heard of that,

but it's just outside of Preston.
Which I also hadn't heard of.

Yeah, but you know where Lancashire
is though, right? Yeah, obviously.

SHE SIGHS

Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to this part of your
selection known as The Icebreaker.

Each and every one of you will
be coming up here, individually,

and telling us a little
bit about yourselves.

Who's going to be
brave enough to go first?

Uh?

OK. I hear you've got
a lot to say for yourself.

Who told you that?

Get up here.

You never stop
fucking chuntering on.

Now, come on, now's your
chance, cos we all want to listen.

Good.

Up here.

Where you going?

I don't want to
stand up and talk.

Fair play. The army's not for
everyone. Leave now, though,

and you'll regret it
for the rest of your life.

You reckon?

I know.

See, I had you
down as a trier, eh.

Ithought you'd be brave enough to
come up here and talk for a while.

You don't think I'm going
to make the grade anyhow!

I can see you all looking down
your big, shiny schnozes at me.

Don't be so fucking wet.

Turn around and
talk to the class

or have everyone know
what a lettuce you are.

A lettuce? Loser.

Couldn't do it when it matters, eh?
You want that on your headstone?

Let's see if you've
got what it takes.

My name's Molly Dawes.

I come from near Stratford, not the
one that Shakespeare comes from,

the other one in the
London Borough of Newham,

which sometimes I think is the
nicest place on the planet to live

and other times I
think is a right shit-hole.

Don't look at me again. Get on.

Sometimes, I walk down
East Ham High Street in the sun

and smell the spices, and
see every manner of people

and I well up.

I feel really proud
of where I come from.

And, other times, when
it's all powder keggy

and like it's about to
blow, I just want to run.

Just want to run away and
live in a barn somewhere.

I live off the Portway with my
three sisters, my two brothers,

my pregnant mur and
my tosspot of a dad.

All crammed into
this little Lego house

that's bursting at the
seams with noise and toys

and cheap Polish lager,

kids' scooters, piles
and piles of washing

that my mum keeps meaning to
do, but she's always too knackered

cos my dad's enough to
knacker any bugger out.

He's at home all
day on the sick,

cos when he was
a Sky dish fitter,

some toerag had it
away with his ladder

and he fell off this roof
and landed in a bush.

Done his back in.

He went to hospital.

He had to shit in a pan for weeks
cos he couldn't get out of bed.

Lost his job and...

.then, he got the
depression, my mum reckons.

Some days, he's as
right as a ninepence,

and other days, I see him hobbling
around, moaning and groaning,

like a 80-year-old.

Then, a mate lends him a
tenner and it's a bleeding miracle,

he can shuffle down the pub
and get a pint down his Gregory,

which, of course, he
says is a muscle relaxant

and if it wasn't for his back, then
he wouldn't bother with the drinking.

CHUCKLING

But sometimes, I can see it
all mapped out in front of me.

My shitty little life
just waiting to happen.

Middle-aged me, picking up toys

and cans of lager,

as my tosspot boyfriend pisses
on any dreams I might have had.

‘The one-and-a-half -mile
run is an important test.

Pass and you'll
remain on selection,

fail and you may
as well go home.

Once you've completed your
run, go back to your quarters

and get ready
for your interview.

You will then be told whether you'll
be recommended for enlistment.

Right, then, good
luck, everybody.

On your marks, go!

SHE MOANS You
all right, Katy? Katy?

My ankle!

What are you doing?

She's fell over!

I can see that. Leave
her and move on!

Come on Katy, get up!
I can't! I said leave her!

SHE SOBS

What the fuck is this?
Two Little Boys?! Leave her.

That is an order!

How is it?

Oh, it's all right. Bit better.

I did a timed run before the
selection, so the Corporal reckons

they might be able to
take that into consideration.

Well, I'm screwed, then.

You should have just left me.

Anyway, I think I might have made
a bit of a ricket on the clothes front.

Here, have you got
any other shoes?

Only me trainers.
What size are you?

Five and a half.

I got a pair of
sixes. There you go.

And what about leggings?
Have you got any of them?

Cos your skirt
might be a bit short.

I ain't got any leggings.

Here.

Take them.

Go in there and
fight for your life.

I've got all the comments
of the various NCOs

and, in fact, everybody
who's been involved

in this two-day
selection process.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am.

We have to make sure any
potential recruit has a 90% chance

of making it through
Phase One Training.

Yes, Ma'am.

You want to join the Royal
Army Medical Corps, I see?

You didn't make you cap badge
time for your one-and-a-half-mile run.

I need more training.

I understand you stopped to
assist another recruit who had fallen.

You have divided
opinion, Miss Dawes.

You tell me why I
should recommend you.

Tell me why the British Army
should have you swelling their ranks,

and I don't want to hear, "I
want this more than anything."

Truth?

Ireckon if I really,
really tried my hardest,

then, I wouldn't be the worst.

And do we want someone
who aspires to be not the worst?

We need soldiers who
aspire to be the best.

Just give me a chance.

And why should I do that?

Because I've never had one.

And if I'm given a chance, I won't
let anyone down, I swear, Miss.

A couple of the comments
are extremely heartening.

You clearly have attributes
that you're either unaware of

or too modest to promote.

Thanks. I'm not sure it's a
compliment, Miss Dawes.

So...

..do I really think
you're worth it?

To be honest, I just wanted to
talk to you, like, outside the house.

away from the noise.

Well, if it helps
you out, we know.

Yeah, and we don't mind. Really?

Well, you're our daughter,
Moll. We love you.

You're not a little girl any
more, so fair play to you.

And it's your decision.

Ithought you wouldn't approve.

Well, I think he's a bit of
a tool, but it's your choice.

Well, to be fair, we
hardly know him, Dave.

Who are you talking about?

Artan.

What's it gotta do with him?

Well, he is the
father, isn't he?

Oh, it's not that mongy
nut bar from Islington, is it?

I ain't pregnant! Did
you think I was pregnant?

No!

Well..what was you
going to say, then?

When?!

Bloody taking us for
this nosh and everything.

I'm joining the Army.

"You're fucking joking?"

I'm Muslim, Molly! What's
that got to do with anything?

What do you think!?
That's what your Army's for -

to kill Muslims.

Oh, that's pathetic.

What about us, uh?
How long is this training?

It's 14 weeks, Artan.

instead of you moaning and
my mum and dad worrying

about who's going to pick
the kids up from school!

You only care about yourself!

You're a selfish,
stupid, fucking little girl!

You join the Army...
And what? What?!

What you going to do?
You going to kill me?

I want to marry youl

Even though I kill Muslims?

I love you. You sure about that?

Cos your old chap seemed quite
keen on Proud Mary last time I looked!

I, Molly Dawes,
swear by Almighty God

‘that I will be faithful
and bear true allegiance

to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth
Il her heirs and successors

‘and that I will,
as in duty bound,

‘honestly and faithfully defend Her
Majesty, her heirs and successors,

'in person, crown and
dignity against all enemies

‘and will observe and obey
all orders of Her Majesty,

her heirs and successors'

and of the generals
and officers set over me.

Right. That's one Queen's
shilling we owe you,

Half a day's pay now.
That's inflation for you.

Sir.

Don't think being a combat medical
technician is some easy option, Miss Dawes.

Don't think you're going to
be floating around the corridors

of some well-equipped field
hospital like Florence Nightingale.

You'll be in some
godforsaken shit-hole

trying to tie a tourniquet
on some poor bastard

who's just had both
of his legs blown off.

Sir, yes, sir.

Yes. A simple
"yes, sir" will suffice.

We're not American... yet.

Ah, good, might get
my leggings back!

Feels a bit more serious
this time, doesnt it?

Two Section, line! Now!

My name is Corporal Geddings.

For the next 14 weeks,
I'am your mother, father,

boyfriend, grandma and your
bloody God all rolled into one.

You are mine.

More importantly, Iam yours.

Iwill do my best to make sure each
and every one of you make the grade.

I say something funny, Dawes?

No, sir.

Dont call me sir.

I work for a bloody living.

So what's funny?

Nothing, Corporal.

Then, why the fucking grin?!

It just felt I was in a
film for a minute, sorry.

Some of you look a mess.

Puffy and pudgy, big
bags under your eyes.

This isn't the fucking Priory.
Are you listening, Dawes?

Yeah. This isn't
the fucking Priory.

14 bloody weeks.

That's all I've got to make
soldiers out of you lot.

Some recruits don't have it in
them to complete the course.

ltisn't easy being a
soldier inthe British Army.

We've got to separate
the wheat from the chaff.

You understand what I mean
by wheat and chaff, King?

Not sure, Corporal.

We've got to separate
the shit from the clay.

I only want clay on my hands.

The PlayStation generation!

Can you hear that noise?

That's the fucking
Taliban, shitting themselves!

These next few weeks
are going to need

your absolute
concentration and dedication.

Those determined
enough will pass out.

Those that dig deeper than
they ever thought they could

and find new strengths
will pass through.

Those that do not give up in the
face of adversity will do all right.

I promise you that.

You want it enough,
you will get it.

Those that aren't
100% focused...

will fail.

I promise you that
as well SHOUTING

Right, left!

Right left, right, leit.

Will you lot kindly remember
that you are now soldiers!

Qi, you!

Dyed blond hair!

Do not drag your
kit along the ground!

Pick it up now!

Move it, move it! Move it!

Oh, Jesus wept!

What's the matter with
you? ls it too heavy?

Shall I do it for you? Pick
it up and move it! Now!

Your kit is your responsibility.
Iwant it immaculate at all times.

Iwant it ironed and
your boots bulled.

You brought plenty
of polish, Dawes?

Yes, Corporal.

And your locker has
gotta be like your minds.

What do I mean by that, Dawes?

Dirty?

CHUCKLING

Everything in
its rightful place.

Everything 100%.

Ordered. Organised. Why?

If your locker's not spot
on, I'l know nothing's spot on.

Fail at keeping
your locker tidy,

you'll fail at everything
here at Pirbright.

And we don't want
that, do we, Dawes?

I'm not here to wipe your arse,
I'm here to point at your arse

and tell you to get
the bloody thing wiped.

And by week two, I don't
even want to be pointing,

I shall expect you to know and
to have done it yourself already.

I shall walk in here at 0600

and I shall inspect
your locker and your kit

and if there's so much
as a crease out of place,

you'll have to do it again.

And again and again.

Right, Ill be back
in five minutes

and I want to see you all
in your uniforms, please.

And maybe someone
should step up to the plate

and have a word
with your class clown.

Jump! Go on!

Jump! Hurry up! Come on!

Don't wait! Don't
hesitate! Straight over!

What are you hesitating
for? Straight over!

Run! Don't watt,
just push it over!

Come on! Hurry up
and get over that wall!

What are you doing, Dawes?!

Don't fucking start!

You want special
treatment, do you?!

Maybe we could write to the
Al-Qaeda and say you don't take bullets.

Shall we do that? I have
yet to see a gallant bullet,

that carefully avoids members of
the female sex and targets only men.

Come on! Dig in!
Give it your best!

Are you giving it your best,
Dawes? I don't think you are.

Come on, push yourself.
Find the courage to do this!

Only you can find the balls! Two
weeks here, you've got worse!

Don't be a waste of space!
Run! Come on, Dawes, find it!

Rise up!

Don't get too comfy yet, ladies.

Locker inspection.

Your lockers should be
immaculate at all times

and ready for random inspection.

Cheers.

SHE SIGHS

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Troop! Troop!

One! Good, let's keep
those arms pinned in.

Move to the left in file. Left!

Turn! One! Two, three, one!

Bend your bottom
closer to that bench!

Stand down! One!

Two! Three! One!

March!

March! March!

Hurry up!

Run, run, run!

One!

One!

One! Two, three, one!

All of you that pass
out will be deployed

at some point in the future.

Which means, unfortunately,
some of you won't be coming home.

Take a look around at
the faces in this room.

Each and every one of
you will be missed terribly

by your people back home.

How anyone will miss some
of you pains in the back side

is hard to believe, I know.

But missed you
will most certainly be

and that's why
you are each tasked

to write a letter from the
grave for your families.

These are private and personal.

Hopefully, never to be opened.

Your Corporals can offer
assistance, if needed.

That's your call.

CHEERING

You have to play with your
left hand, that is the rule!

Hang on, I don't remember
anything about that rule.

Well, if you want help
with your ironing... No, no!

We don't need any
help with our ironing.

Well, that shirt
tells me you do.

This shirt is casual,
it's supposed to look...

What, like shit?

OK, OK. Let's have some
order and solemnity here.

Chris, left-handed, yeah?

Come on!

Referee's decision is final.

Molly, if you lose, you're
ironing his kit tonight.

And Chris, if you lose,
you're bulling her boots. Yeah?

Yeah, and I want to see
my face in them, sunshine!

Go on, Molly!

CHEERING

CHEERING

Hang on a minute,
you're bloody left-handed!

CHEERING

No way!

SHE PANTS

She's here, she's here.

THEY CHUCKLE What?

Um... It's only one
point for a recruit!

THEY CHUCKLE

One point for a recruit,
five points for a corporal,

ten points for a sergeant,
and 50 for a major!

Well, I've just been down
the gym, putting a bit of extra...

Oh, yeah!

Well, we was down the stores watching
you collect one point from Chris Ingrams!

Yeah!

All this exercise is
making me double want it!

But what about your
fella back home?

What fella? Besides,
what goes on tour...

Goes on Facebook!

THEY LAUGH

Run! Run! Come
on, girls, jump! Jump!

Come on! Come on, jump!

SHE CHOKES

Lauren!

SHE CHOKES Lauren!

Lauren!

Lauren, Lauren.

Lauren, it's Molly!

Right, pull her legs up.
She's caught in the webbing.

Get the webbing off,
get the webbing off.

Right, I've got her
weight. Unclip her.

Lauren! Lauren!
She's not answering.

Lauren!

Lauren. Lauren.

THEY PANT Hold on.

Is she all right?
Yeah, she's all right.

You're all right, Lauren.

Good work, Dawes.

You know, my old
man, he said to me,

he said, "You never forget
who you're on basic with."

Royal Engineer. Is he still in?

Copped it four years ago.

Dead!

I hope so, we buried him!

It was a..IED.

Died instantly.

Oh, sorry.

I know what he means
about never forgetting anyone.

Your basic training, they
just try and break you down.

They want you to forget
about everything outside

and give yourself
up to the Army.

It's like a cult.

They break you down to nothing,

make you a no-one.

And they build you back
up how they want you built

You know, like
Frankenstein's monster.

That way, they
send you off to war

and you'll do whatever
they tell you to do.

Kill and not blink an eyelid.

Not everyone's going
to get through here.

Them that can't be broken down
and rebuilt or are just too weak,

booted into touch.

If any of my section were under
threat, I'd take a bullet for them.

Well, they got
you already, then.

‘Come on, girls,
push it! Push it!

Faster.

Keep pushing it, girls! Faster!

Come on, girls!

Hurry up! Hurry up!
Still got to get there!

Keep going, girls!
Come on, Katy!

Come on! You're
too far back, girl!

Come on, keep going!

Come on, Katy!

In front, harder!

Come on, you can do it!

Keep pushing it,
girls! Keep pushing it!

If some of you show that little
effort when you're deployed,

the chances of you coming back in
one piece are pretty fucking remote!

Stand by your beds!

0600 - kit and locker
inspection tomorrow morning.

Breakfast. Then
weapons safety test.

If anybody fails,

it's another eight-mile
endurance run, in full kit!

THEY SIGH

Right. As you'll have noticed,
our numbers are down by two.

UFAS. Tell them what that means,

if you'll be so good,
Corporal Geddings.

Unfit For Army Service.

Those people were
showing the wrong attitude

and were not fit for purpose.

Chris Ingrams, Dawes.

Gone. And forgotten.

Do you want to join
him or stay with us?

Stay, Corporal.

And Craig Garner's gone.

Troop!

Troop!

Fall out!

The rest of you,
get on the mini-bus.

And throughout this entire trip,

try to remember you are
representing Her Majesty's Army.

THEY SCREAM

# Seems like
everybody's got A price

#1 wonder how
they sleep at night

# When the sale comes first
And the truth comes second

# Just stop for a
minute and smile

# Why is everybody so serious?

# Acting so damn mysterious

# You got your shades on
your eyes And your heels so high

# That you can't
even have A good time

# Everybody look to
their left To their let!

# Everybody look to their right

# Can you feel that? Yeah!

# We'll pay them
with love tonight

#1t's not about the
money Money, money

# We don't need your
money Money, money

# We just want to
make The world dance

# Forget about the price tag

# Ain't about
the...cha-ching Cha-ching

# Aint about the... #

Wet the bed?

No, Corporal.

You're up early, then.

It's the new me!

Gagging for a brew,
me. D'you fancy one?

ls it allowed?

Il bend the rules this once.

You must be knackered.

Yeah, well, we thought
we'd just take it easy today.

Sleep in this morning, go
to the pictures this afternoon.

HE CHUCKLES THEY LAUGH

Are you enjoying it?

l ain't jacking it in if that's
what you mean, Corp.

I'm making the grade.

I bet you were a right
treasure at school, weren't ya?

Two of my teachers had
nervous breakdowns cos of me.

Take someone a lot bigger
and badder than you to break us.

Aren't you trying to break me?

No.

We want you to be..a part of us.

Not the one on the
outside trying to..

Trying to be the class clown.

After my basic training, we
were deployed out in Iraq.

Qur section commander
got preliminary orders

that we were to secure a
building across from the compound.

He was told "possible enemy
direct fire and mine field."

He told the section
and we all went fine.

Except one fella.

And he was the one who was
always joking... Our class clown.

The one on the outside who
thought he was better than the system.

We ran across the area,

he dithered, cacking himself.

Only one who got
injured. Dithered on a mine.

Not a great place to dither.

Lost both his legs.

What we do, we do
to save your life, Molly.

You either leave or lear.

Why did you get
rid of Chris Ingrams?

Why d'you think?

KNOCKING ON DOOR Rise up!

As you were.

One volunteer, please.

As you're only
texting... Come on.

TELEPHONE RINGS SHE SCREAMS

i that's bloody Jade
saying she can't cope...

Who is it? It's Molls.

Oh, they've been
on an adventure trip.

Yeah, on our taxes, no doubt?

Well, you don't pay
taxes, so you're all right.

She's on to live ammunition now.

It's our daughter, she's
in the Forces. Wow. Yeah,

Oh, God!

Just this way. Thank you.

He was always a scatter-brain.

Left lots of bits here.

Nothing..valuable.
Just..we want them now.

SHE CRIES

Exposure of the
figure twelve target.

Fire one five-round
group at the target.

Rapid fire!

THEY SHOUT

One, two, three.
One, two, three, one...

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Who fancies a little
bit of mouthwash?

Sambuca! I've been saving
it for that special occasion!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

- You decent?
- Yes, Corporal!

Rise up!

Good evening, ladies.

It's late.

Thought you might be getting ready
for tomorrow morning's inspection!

Just about up to
standard, Dawes.

Why, thank you, Corporal.

Ah...

Mouthwash.

CHUCKLING Do you
mind if I borrow this?

You seem to forget that I
went through basic training too!

I know everything.

Including what some people
get up to behind the stores.

LAUGHTER

So is that your
natural colour, then?

Brown.

Dark chestnut!

THEY CHUCKLE

Good, Corporal.
Thank you, Sergeant.

One Section down to seven.
Three Section down to eight.

Still at your full
compliment here, Corporal.

Just,

Enjoy your leave.

Don't spend your
entire time pissed.

Keep up the fitness.

I'l see you in a week.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Don't look too
bloody smug just yet.

Long way to go
before you pass out.

Right, let's get our civvies on!

CHEERING

You all right?

Come on, the mini
bus is on the station.

You know what they're like, they
won't wait. I'm not going home, Molls.

What you chatting
about, you nut bar?

I'm not going home, Molly.

I've cleared it
with the Corporal.

They're going to give me
light duties around the barracks.

Why aren't you going home?

SHE SIGHS They
don't really want me back

and, to be honest,
that is fine with me.

Who don't? Your mum don't?

Well, her new boyfriend.

She said... Well, she
reckons it might for be the best.

In case it causes arguments.

Which it would, so...
This is me home.

Right. Get your
glad rags on, lady...

London Town, here we come.

You don't want me
coming back with you.

Ijust said I do.

Yeah, but you dont, so...

I wouldn't bullshit you.

Dawes! How you getting
on with your letter home?

I'm about to go
see them. Write it!

Left, right! Left, right!
Left, right! Left, right!

We're going to have to do so
much drill when we get back.

Have you ever
been abroad before?

Oh, yeah, we're quite
sophisticated in Lancashire!

I never have. What, like not
even in Spain? Not even Wales!

The first time I step on a
plane, itll be to Afghanistan.

Oh! My big girl's
come home to mummy!

SHE LAUGHS

Let's have a look
at the little sproglet!

Oh, he looks like
Dad, poor fella!

He don't, he looks like me, don't he, Mum?
Well, he's got a bit of everybody in him.

Look at you, Molls! Look at you!

What? I dunno. You look all...

All... I dunno!

THEY LAUGH

Oh, Mum, this is my mate, Katy!
She's coming to stay. All right, Katy?

THEY SCREAM We
thought it was you!

Welcome home! What d'you
mean, you thought it was me?

We was on the bus and we thought we saw
you walking down the road with your friend.

Oh, my mate,
Katy. Army. Top girl

All right, Katy.

So, we on a girlie night
out tonight or what?

Yeah, sounds like a plan, Stan!

I'm all right, thanks, Mar.
I'm off them as it goes.

Molly! Molly!

Hello!

Oh, here she is!

I can't believe your hair!

Dye it again, you
look too different!

I been dying it since I was 11,
thought it was about time I went natural!

Look at your hands, Molly.
They gone like cuttle fish!

Don't go near my budgie,
he'd fucking eat them!

And where's them
beautiful nails!?

Not..regulation.

When did you
start taking orders?

Are we going to get
ruined tonight or what?!

Get in there, get in there,
getin there, get in there.

Three, two, one!

THEY LAUGH

I been at work. Shower.
Then come here.

How did you know I was here?

Your dad said.

Artan!

There you go, fella.

What's going on there?

Your dad knew I
wanted to see you.

He hates you. Have
you missed me?

You didn't ring.

I's tricky.

This is my friend,
from training.

Hi.

We're getting married.

Let's talk.

Don't go back.

I don't really want to leave
Katy on her own for too long.

Don't go back to training.
You know what I mean.

Iwant to.

I don't want you to.

Oh, don't you?!

Molly, I know I havent
always loved you well...

What, you mean
shagging other people?

I always come back to you.

You are my love.

You are my heart.

Is that a fact?

I have to marry you
because you are me.

What the fuck does that mean?

Without you..I am not me.

I am someone else, someone less.

With you, baby, I am man.

Iam proud.

It's happened
already, yes? What?

They're training you to hate us.

Don't be a dickhead.

Will you fucking stop doing that?!
What? Always grabbing my face!

You don't get to touch my
face any more! Why not?

Just go away.

What's going on? What do
you mean, "what's going on"?

He's been bang up for you coming
home and you're treating him like shit.

What's going on with you?! I said I'd
make sure things were smooth between you.

What's it gotta do with you?

We're helping each other
out and that. Oh, shut up!

Molly, go back
inside and be nice.

Show him a bit of respect.

What is all this
shit about respect?!

Why don't you go in there and
you treat him with a bit of respect?!

You don't talk to me
like that, understand?!

He's doing me a favour.

Oh, God! What?

What's it gotta do with
you? Well, obviously

quite a lot if he's
doing you a favour

and I'm pant of the deal.

You're going to
marry him anyway,

what difference does it make if he thinks
I'm the one allowing it? Allowing it?

You what? You
butt out, love, yeah?

So you're my pimp
how, Dad, is that right?

Just fucking marry
him, Molly. For Daddy.

You know, that's exactly what we're
fighting for in Afghanistan. What?

So that women can
have a say in who they

marry or if they want
to get married at all.

What a load of bullshit!

We're out there fighting to show the
ragheads we're no fucking pushover.

Look, Molls, we've come
up with a way to make us.

Well, not rich, but sorted.

You and Artan? Exactly.

They've taken me off the
sick, I'm back on Job Seeker's.

I can't afford to feed
the family any more.

Imagine how that
makes me feel, Moll.

I've got a start with a Russian
firm building on Aldgate.

Artan's got a
cousin working there.

Now, if I can persuade
you to marry him,

his cousin's going to put a
nail gun through my hand.

I mean, brilliant or what?
Now, say you'll marry him.

Fucking hell, Dad, has
the booze finally done

your last brain cell
in!? You're off your nut!

That's how much you know, then.

Il get a huge wedge
compensation from the Russians

and I'l be on the sick for life.

We've thought it all through
and all you've got to do...

And if you dont...
If you dont, Moll,

therell be very serious
repercussions for the whole family!

Yeh, you want that, eh?

I promise you, you
won't see any of us again.

Not your mum, not your
bothers or your sisters.

That's a fact. Fine.

You don't want to see
me, fine. Ill see Mum.

Oh, no, you won,
she's 100% behind me

because she's a proper wife.

Like you're going to be.

I mean, you join the Army,

you're happy to get your
head blown off for England,

you're saying you won't do a simple
thing for your own flesh and blood?

Ready? When you are.

Just going to fuck off, then,
yeah? Without saying nothing.

It ain't like that.

Dont give it like you're anything
special! You're in the Army!

Anyone can join the fucking
Army. They let her in for starters!

THEY LAUGH

Yeah. We ain't good
enough for you no more.

Wrong, bitch! You're not
good enough for us any more!

Come on, Mar, let's go.

SHE LAUGHS Loser!

There's things I know and there's
things you don't know I know.

Yeah? What's that supposed
to mean? Il put it this way.

Once upon atime, I'd have
knocked your teeth down your throat.

But why should I make
you better looking?

Come on!

One, two, three!

Two, one, two!

Guess what? Go on.

This lot...

heeds sorting and
putting inthe stores.

Sorry, guys. Another few bits.

Do you want us to
unload that trolley, Corp?

These are previously
enjoyed. They'll need going

through the laundry
first. Then ironed, ladies.

And there was me thinking
we'd go into town for a Ruby later.

Right, I'll take that
below and doit.

You keep stacking, Molly Dawes.

Stop looking at me.
I know I look a mess.

You look a lot better
than when you first arrived!

You flirting?

I've got a duty of
care. Flirting verboten.

I won't say nothing.

Here, pass us them
boxes, please, Corp.

But I do understand it must be
hard for you to control yourself

when you're around me,
Dawes. Oh! Dream on, Corp.

As it happens, it's pretty obvious
that you're proper loved up with me.

HE CHUCKLES

How d'you work
that one out, then?

You UFAS-ing Chris Ingrams.

What, you reckon that
was down to you and him?

Can I tell you that was absolutely
nothing to do with you and him?

He was a good
soldier, you know that.

You're joking.
His attitude stank.

And all that crap that he was
saying inthe canteen was not on.

How do you know what he
was saying to me in the canteen?

All that about brain
washing and like we're a cult.

He thought he was cleverer
than the system. No-one is.

So he was right
- itis like a cult.

It's a family.

You write that letter?

Dawes?

Yes, Sergeant. Stand easy.

Bit of bad news, I'm afraid.

Your father's had
an accident at work,

They've taken him to hospital,

but your mother informs
me he's going to be fine.

Sergeant... If it's all
right with you, Corporal,

Ithink we can excuse Dawes
the Realities Of War tour

and she can have a few
days' compassionate. Fine.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Iwant to go on the
trip, please. Thank you.

Nine different regiments
stood shoulder to shoulder

to fend off the German advance.

They knew that had the
Germans broken through,

the allied position would
have been nigh on impossible.

And life in the trenches -

often up to your thighs in
foul, rancid, rat-infested water.

And these rats were huge,

they had so much waste and
dead human flesh to feast on.

And then, there
was the mustard gas,

which caused great
mustard-coloured blisters.

Your eyes would be glued shut.

The gas would attack the lungs,

making every breath
an agonising fight

until after four of five weeks, the
poison would eventually kill you,

giving the rats even
more carrion to devour.

Every one of these
graves tells us a story,

not just of some brave Tommy,

but of a brother,
a father, a son

who died doing what
they saw was their duty -

their service to the nation.

In Flanders fields
The poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row

That mark our
place And in the sky

The larks, still
bravely singing Fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the dead

Scarce days ago

We lived, felt dawn
Saw sunset glow

Loved and were
loved And now we lie

In Flanders fields

Take up our
quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing
hands we throw

The torch, be
yours to hold it high

If ye break faith
with us who die

We shall not sleep

Though poppies
grow In Flanders fields.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Who was that?

Oh, it's my sister. I
didn't feel like chatting.

Mun, it's only me.

SHE SOBS I just
wanted to hear your voice.

D'you want a cup of tea?

If that was Molly,
she's been told.

We don't want nothing to do
with her no more. Yeah, I know.

If she ever rings, you put the
phone straight down, yeah? Yes.

Have nothing to do
with the selfish mare.

And I just wanted you
to know that I love you.

You will come to passing
out, won't you, Mum?

Please try, it's a big deal.

It's important.

CHEERING BRASS BAND PLAYS

Turn!

General salute!

Present arms!

Devastating blast by just one
man wearing a suicide belt.

‘Al-Qaeda's weapon of
choice. Undetected by security...

This is Private Dawes, she's
joining the Royal Army Medical Corps.

Private Dawes, good
moming. How are you?

Very well, sir. And
all the very best.

Thank you, sir. Well done.

Not out celebrating
with your family?

Can I stay here tonight?

I start at Keogh tomorrow.

Exactly, so don't
you want to...?

I know what every second
would be like till the morning.

1 got my next lot of recruits
coming in tomorrow morning.

Does your duty
of care prevent you

from necking a bottle of
warm flat lemonade with me?

Ithink I'l be able to square
that with the Ministry of Defence.

SHE CHUCKLES

I feel strange.

You'll do fine. First
impressions, remember.

No gobbing off on day one.

Me?

Six months corps
and then the real thing.

Can you drink in Afghanistan?

No chance.

I just wanted to say thanks.

I'm a soldier, Corporal!

Only fucking just.

Ah, I thought you
might be hiding.

I'm not hiding, I'm just...getting
my stuff together and that.

My Auntie's driving
me up to Birmingham.

Oh! Look after
yourself, Katy. Twill.

Keep in touch, OK?

Rumour has it, you can go on
Facebook at Keogh, so..watch out!

THEY LAUGH

We only bleeding done it!

THEY LAUGH

The next 14 weeks,
I'am your mother, father,

boyfriend, grandma and your
bloody God all rolled into one.

You are mine,

and, more
importantly, Iam yours.

"The next weeks are going to
need your absolute concentration

‘and dedication.

‘Those determined
enough will pass out.

‘Those that dig deeper than
they ever thought they could

‘and find new strengths,
will pass through.

‘Those that do not give up in the
face of adversity will do all right.

"You want it
enough, you will get it.

I promise you that.

GUNFIRE

Hello, Zero. This
is Charlie Two One.

Contact! Wait out!

Help! Please help!

Help! Help!

Keep still, Private.

Keep still. Good lad.
Lie still as you can.

I'm going to get
you out of here, OK?

HE SCREAMS

Keep looking at me. I'm going
to get you out of here, OK?

Il be right back,
you understand?

How you doing, Corporal?

I've lost my foot.

I know you're my section
commander, but right now, I'm in charge,

I'need you to man
up. All right, man up!

See, what did I tell you?
I'm right back. Hello, Zero.

This is Charlie Two
One. One Tito one T2

Insurgents!

Right, I need to get
you back to the Jeep.

HE MOANS

WHISTLE

WHISTLE Good work, Private.

Thanks, Sarge.

So, why d'you pick the Private?

Well, he lost both legs,
was losing a lot of blood.

The other lad lost a foot,
but he was fully conscious.

I had to make a
decision quickly.

Thanks, lads. Go and
get yourselves some scoff

and pick up your Oscars
once you've eaten, yeah?

You know, you don't just go
to who screams the loudest.

No, Sarge. I wanted
to tourniquet the Private

before I jumped on the
Corporal. What about me?

Took full impact of the blast,
assessed unable to survive.

No, seriously, when you
was screaming your nut off,

Ithought something had really
happened! Private Dawes!

You got a visitor,
down the guard room.

Mum!

What's the matter?
What's happened?

Nothing. Well, what you
doing here, then? Oh, charming.

I don't mean it
like that, it's just...

I wanted to see you.
That's all right, isn't it?

How did you get here? Train.

Why didn't you let me know?!

Does Dad know you're here?

No.

Where does he think you are?

Taking the baby up the
hospital for his six-month check.

We were there all day last time!

You look well.

Knackered.

They working you hard?

Well, you know,
there's a lot to lear.

That phone call...

What phone call? Can't remember.

I had to see you, Molly.

Can't remember a phone
call. I must have been pissed.

You never come to passing out.

It was difficult with your dad.

Does he hate me?

Cor, he loves you, Molly.

And how's the baby?

As big a pain in the
arse as the rest of us six?

Yeah, carrying on a
fine family tradition!

We all look out for
each other here, Mum.

I had to see you,
Molly. I had to touch you.

Dont set me off, Mum.
You know what I'm like.

Do you have to go?

Iwant to go.

Oh, God!

'God, it was weird
climbing those steps.

‘When we knew we'd be
stepping out into a different world.

‘All that training, Mum.

'All those months
making me...me.

'And this was it, this
was what it was all for.

I was proud to sit with
each and every soul.

'Good people.

Every time I'm out on patrol,
Ithink of you back home.

‘Back home seems a
long way away right now,

‘but it's never been so crisp
and clear and perfect in my mind.

'If listen carefully, I can hear
the kids playing, laughing.

Like when you put
a shell to your ear

‘and you think you
can hear the sea.

‘Maybe you do! Cos I can
hear all you lot right now.

"Tell the kids I love
them. The little bleeders.

I love being out on
patrol. I love Afghanistan.

"The sounds, the smells,
the heat on my skin.

‘Nothing worries
me any more, Mum,

I've got it sorted.

‘Anyway, if you're reading
this, it means they got me.

‘They get us to write
these letters from the grave.

‘Seems mad to think that
I won't ever see you again.

I didn't want to write,

‘but my Corporal said there'd
be a Molly-sized hole in your heart

it I was killed.

I don't want a hole
in your heart, Mum.

"Your heart is way too
good to have any hole in it.

‘Anyway, let's
hope I died gallantly.

Let's hope they've
spooned me into a body bag

‘after doing something heroic.

It's funny to think
that the thing

‘that made me into some
sort of decent human being

‘has been the death of me.

‘But, it's better
this way, isn't it?

‘Does that make any sense?

'Itis better to have done
something, been someone,

‘have my name read out by
the Prime Minister, isn't it?'

Soldiers killed
in Afghanistan...

love you, Mum.

"Tell Dad I love him, too."

Qur girl will be all right.

Serving in the Helmand Province
have been withdrawn until next year.

‘The Prime Minister came
here to tell the British troops

‘that within months...

‘The war in Afghanistan
is coming to an end,

‘but after 11 years of
conflict, at what price?'