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- Thanks for volunteering. - It wasn't for your benefit.

Fair play.

Glad you're my medic, though. I need someone I can trust.

I thought this was a straightforward extraction.

Nothing's straightforward in Aleppo any more.

Do you know the target?

Final brief to be opened en route.

But as you're here, maybe a child.

Because women are so good with children.

We don't know the extent of any injuries.

Three vehicles. We're in the middle.

SF Support Group front and rear.

See?

You're not the only hot chick on this mission.

You're the only massive twat.

She's been posted into Special Reconnaissance Regiment.

Private Maisie Richards.

Deployed with us because she top-marked

on her advanced driving course.

She's driving us. Middle vehicle with full medical kit-out.

Fully kitted?

They clearly need us to keep this target alive.

I hope she's as good as they say she is, then.

Me too.

Shake a leg, Doris! Ain't you heard? There's a war on.

Hello, all stations! This is Zero Alpha.

Prepare fo move!

Right, listen in. Target not a child.

Politician. AKA Mighty Oak.

Is he government or rebel?

Does it matter?

We don't know who the good guys are no more. Eh, boss?

Get your lids on, fellas.

Georgie.

We had your helmet specially made, Peanut.

Biggest head in the Army.

We've all got to have something to be proud of.

Boss, target building 100 metres on the right.

Abort mission! Repeat, abort mission!

Return to RV point.

Hello, Support groups one and two, this is Zero Alpha.

Turn vehicles around now. Over.

Drone picking up RPG movement. Route no longer secure.

Abort Abort

Boss, he said abort, so abort!

You can see the target building. It's there.

- I can get us back safe. - How?

Can't just leave our target in there to die.

Boss.

Zero Alpha to Support groups one and two, move to ERV one.

We'll only be a minute.

Would you like to be transferred to the Support vehicle, medic?

- No. - Prepare to move!

Move!

It's a bit too quiet.

You want me to get Capital Radio on?

Good luck to all our listeners in Aleppo! Hal

Clear!

- Clear! - Clear!

Mighty Oak secured. Extracting now.

Let's get the hell out of here, please, driver!

- Stay sharp, everyone. - Sir, my name's Georgie.

We'll get you to a hospital in Cyprus. You're gonna be OK.

Prepare to med-evac from RV point.

Multiple injuries.

Possible head injuries. Vital signs not good.

Pulse faint. One Cat-A.

Urgent med-evac required. Nine-liner wait out.

I'm losing him, Elvis. He's arrested.

Prepare de-fib.

Prepare to shock! Clear! Shock!

Sniper, 100 yards, right!

- Yeah, got a pulse. - Watch out for the RPG!

What the hell are you playing at now?

Reverse and turn right, driver!

Follow our orders, Richards.

If do that, we'll all be dead.

- Have you seen something? - Gut feeling.

Why didn't you do what you were told?

Just keep the vehicle steady, driver.

And you just keep the patient alive, medic.

Richards, watch your mouth.

Hold tight, guys!

Why are we going this way?

Surface cratered.

But open ground to RV point will be quicker.

Just like my missus coming back from Morrisons!

And if we go over an IED and get red-misted?

He who dares!

You could have got us all killed.

- Yeah, but I never. - Lucky.

Better a lucky general than a good one.

I can guarantee you won't make anything other than private.

Richards.

Target should make Cyprus.

Job done.

Stabilised and back to the UK.

You or him?

- Georgie. - What?

Um...

I just want you to know...

Elvis, I just want you to know...

..I'm not interested in you. OK?

I've got my career. And right now, that'll do for me.

I don't believe that and neither do you.

I'm using my brain, Elvis.

Because I've fucking got one.

♪ 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?

♪ This is a battle cry

♪ Can you hear the people marching?

♪ This is a battle cry

He's got a Mercedes, but no one's ever heard of him.

Is he Lula's boyfriend or is he a friend who's a boy?

We're not allowed to speak to him.

- We're shameful, apparently. - Well, that is true, Mum.

Hiya, just two cappuccinos.

- Yeah, please. - Thanks.

And two slices of that as well.

It's her age. We all go through that stage.

- You didn't. - Yeah, because I was odd.

Oh, you just wanted to be in the Army.

- That made you more... - Odd!

In my own unique way.

It's funny, that. Being Army makes you...

Honestly, I don't even know how to describe it.

I love you all equally but... Me the most.

Get Lula down to Pirbright.

Basic training will sort her out.

Thanks. Yes, boss?

Have you seen the news?

Er...no. I'm out with my mum. Why?

Take a look.

- Talking about this earthquake? - Yes.

Emergency relief team just being assembled.

Are you busy?

I'm ready, boss.

Corporal Lane.

Still can't get used to the two tapes.

It's well deserved.

Thank you, boss.

Couple of new recruits. Both extraordinary.

Valuable assets to the regiment.

But...

There's always a but with you, boss.

- One might need your mentoring. - Goon.

Great soldier, could progress all the way

but tends to be more... maverick than the Army accepts.

- OK. - Top squaddie.

I don't want to see all that raw talent squandered. So...

With your hand on the shoulder...

What am I, mother hen now?

Hal I know you care about the welfare of the guys.

Holistic approach, if you will, rather than barking orders.

OK. Who, the Asian lad?

Nope.

Her.

Private Maisie Richards.

You can handle her.

4 So how does it feel to reveal what you already know?

♪ Fire in your eyes ♪ Standing on your own

4 No one ever wants to be alone

What's Colchester like, then, Richards?

- A shit hole. - I liked it stationed there.

You didn't have to grow up there, though.

Were your parents in the forces?

Yeah. Parcelforce.

Trying to be funny, Richards?

No, my dad was a postie ill he killed a dog.

Why do we want to know about this?

I do.

Always carried a dog knife with him on his rounds.

Then, one day, bosh! He reckons it was him or the dog.

He became Colchester's most hated on Facebook.

Let's crack on, shall we?

Indeed. Come on, Brains.

How come everyone's asking Maisie about Colchester

and no one asks me about Leeds?

Everyday sexism.

Guys, listen in for a moment.

This is Major Thapa from the Nepalese Army.

Good day, men, ladies.

We're heading a couple of hundred kilometres from here

nearer the epicentre of the earthquake.

Sections of the country were reduced to rubble in 90 seconds.

We're heading into the mountains

where a medical facility has been established.

We'll be working closely with the Nepalese Army

and the NGOs on the ground there.

There will be injuries and bodies.

We'll be dealing with those to stop the spread of disease.

Thousands have been affected.

It comes frighteningly soon after the earthquake of 2015.

It's gonna be tricky out there.

I need you all on your mettle. Is that understood?

Sir!

Carry on, Kingy.

Right, guys, on with the task in hand!

Hear about the earthquake in Leeds?

Caused a million pounds' worth of improvements!

On me, Richards.

Peak for you, mate.

Did you hear what Captain James said?

We need you on your mettle, not making flippant remarks.

Is this about Syria?

Are you still sore about that?

I've been charged with mentoring you on this mission.

- I heard. - So let's cut the attitude.

Start to focus on helping people in their desperate plight.

- Understood? - Attitude, Corporal?

Starting with making insensitive jokes about earthquakes.

You screw up in this, it's gonna reflect badly on me.

And that ain't happening.

You got it?

Right, back to Sergeant King. Now.

Move.

Seems like whole villages have gone.

Looks like we're gonna be busy, boss man.

Guys, listen in! We're completing our journey on foot.

The roads are impassable. So we will carry all our supplies.

- Understood? - Sir!

What religion are they round here?

What are you asking him for? Just cos he's brown?

- What am I, then? - Shades, mate. Shades.

- Christians? - Hindu.

Massive majority. Ten per cent Buddhist.

Did none of you throbbers think to Google where we're going?

It's also five per cent Muslim.

Needed to know my brothers had a presence here. Hey, Monk?

She didn't trust me.

I did a project on Mount Everest in Year 7.

Day off, I'll be up that, mate.

Day off, you'd be up anything.

If you play your cards right, sugar tits!

Qil Any Methodists, Rab?

No, mate, you've all been wiped out!

Eugh, it is a proper nasty smell around here.

That'll be the corpses.

Guys, make sure you hold on to your supplies!

Soon, soon.

Namaste. Guys, wait out here.

Major Thapa, who's our point of contact?

I'll show you. This way.

- Guys, follow me. - Move in!

Guys, be careful here. Don't let the villagers take anything.

Keep hold of your supplies till we work out who needs what.

Rab, keep hold of your supplies.

Let's get organised before you start handing out water.

British Army being billeted in the large tent over there.

Captain James. You are?

Milan Dhakal. From the NGO Nepal Disaster Relief.

Did you bring medical supplies as requested?

- Lane. - Have you got refrigeration?

Some of these inoculations need to be kept cold.

No power. Sourcing a new generator.

- Are you going to let me help? - It's not heavy.

- Sol can take it. - So can I, thank you.

Medical supplies taken in here.

Rest of it, let's get back to our quarters.

Are you the medic?

Yeah.

Treating the walking wounded as best we can.

Hoping to get those with significant injuries

airlifted to the hospital.

Any doctors?

One. Arrived a couple of hours ago.

She'll be delighted to see you.

People still coming in from outlying villages.

How are they being transported?

By wheelbarrow.

Mainly.

The road in is impassable.

Hence the wait for the generator.

Major Thapa tasking my guys on body disposal

before digging latrines. Risk of infection...

Bodies, water, power, shelter, food, all desperate.

And do we have sufficient shelter for the displaced?

Some, and we're the lucky ones.

Other areas have zero help.

We saw him trying to get down the mountain pass. Went to help.

Richards, press this on the wound.

Stop the bleed. That's it.

Not too hard.

Yeah, perfect.

Hi, sir. My name's Georgie. You're gonna be OK.

Tell me your name?

Do you speak English, fella?

Doctor!

I can't right now.

Rab, go and get that NGO in here a second.

- We need someone to translate. - Which one was that?

The handsome dude who speaks perfect English.

We need to turn him on his side. Check lacerations.

On three. One, two, three.

Thank you.

Spinal trauma. Possible punctured lung.

We need to get him to a real hospital.

He's in good hands. I can see that.

Yeah, and so are you.

Do what you're told and I'll make a soldier of you yet.

Hi. I need to know what's happened to him.

- Fell from a roof. - OK, I'll give him pain relief.

But he needs a lot more than that.

- Are you from here? - Kathmandu.

What are you? Like, the mayor or something?

Yes.

No. Engineer.

Posted here as soon as the quake struck.

You need some help?

There you go.

- He's nice. - Who?

What?

Look at it like a holiday romance.

I'm not on holiday, Richards.

Neither are you.

He's nice, though.

Yeah, he seems nice.

I knew you knew who I was talking about.

Gonna build a funeral pyre for your nan, Fingers?

Why would I do that? She's not dead.

Be prepared. You can start building it in the garden.

She lives in a third-floor flat, mate.

My nan wants a green burial.

What is one of them? Buried in a Plymouth Argyle kit?

Cardboard box in the woods, as far as I know.

Once you're gone, you're gone.

Why care what happens to you when you're dead?

Dignity?

Why do you laugh about that?

I need you to confirm all deceased.

Yes, boss.

Maybe you can kindly ask them to shut the fuck up.

- While I crack on. - Get away from me now!

Guys! Some respect, please!

Guys, keep hydrated. It's very important.

Maisie, take this, please. Cheers.

Are you heading back to the medical facility?

Yeah.

Any luck with the generator?

Still waiting on the diggers to clear the road.

17!

Children in the orphanage. Tara's my little helper.

177? Are these new orphans?

Many killed in the outlying villages.

Your guys dealing with it.

So they come to this village for...

They know this is where the help is.

Yeah.

Tara lost her family in the 2015 quake.

I sponsor some of the kids.

Including Tara.

That's really kind of you.

I have everything. They had nothing.

You know the Queen?

Yeah. Yeah, she knocks on for me all the time.

You speak very good English.

I speak Chinese too.

- Yeah? - Ni hao.

Very good!

Where are the kids staying?

Tents.

Taral

There's got to be more we can do. Can I sponsor them too?

You're already helping. That's why you're here.

But who's looking after them?

- We all do what we can. - Are they being fed?

- Are they, you know... - Read to at night?

We all do what we can.

We're looking for a building to house them on a temporary basis.

But most buildings are either fully occupied or dangerous.

Did you study in Nepal?

I went to school in Kathmandu.

But I went to university in Mumbai and New York.

Ah, OK.

So that's why you speak better English than me.

What's your funny little accent?

I haven't got an accent!

It's Manchester.

Don't they get their drinking water from this river?

No, further up.

I think I'l stick to San Pellegrino.

So what about the poor fuckers further down?

Their stomachs must become immune.

It's a weird old world, that's what I say.

Yep, it'll be even weirder if you don't crack on. Come on.

Swear to me you don't like football, Rab.

Honestly, I hate it. Love my phys.

But football? Crap sport played by thick tossers.

Can't watch badminton all day long.

I don't watch it, I play it.

I would smash you at badders.

You talk the talk, but can you hack it with a racquet?

Oh, he used to play for West Ham. Be careful, Rab!

- Juniors. - More than you ever do.

Qil Put them down, please.

She's just trying to help, Kingy.

She earns bits of money from helping around the place.

You all right?

- I'm helping. - Thank you.

In your own time, Maisie.

Oh, chill out, Kingy. It's good to encourage her.

She's a sweetheart.

Hi, Tara. I need you to find the other kids for a health check.

A very quick health check.

Understand?

Need a couple of volunteers. Do you mind?

No, go for it.

Richards, Kalil, on me, please.

What's your name?

- Mimis. - Mimissa.

Mimissa. Ahh!

Ahh!

How old?

Whatever we're paying you, Tara, it's not enough.

You speak Nepali, English...

And Hindi. Oh, and Chinese.

Ni hao. Ni hao.

That was Chinese.

- Shut up! - What do you speak, Rab?

English.

Don't get clever or you'll get a bitch slap.

Focus, Richards. All the children are to be photographed.

And each name attached for reference.

Tara, you help me with the names, yeah?

- Come on, Maisie. - What?

Don't give one kid all the sweets.

She'll share them round.

They love sweets.

Don't just bribe her to like you.

She'll like you if you do your job.

Have you ever actually met any children?

You give cabbage, I'll give sweets.

Get on, Richards. Now. Next.

Thank you.

Tara, ask this lad if he's ever had problems with his ears.

And has he been examined by a doctor?

You must know a bit of Indian.

I'm Pakistani.

Oh, schoolboy error.

Punjabi. And I don't speak it brilliant.

Much to the shame of my grandparents.

Does he get a lot of earaches?

OK.

Tell him we'll get him checked.

Thank you, Tara. You're a good girl.

Richards, come here, please.

Look into this lad's ear.

Significant signs of an ear infection. Can you see?

Yeah. I think so.

When you're examining children,

always check if the eyes are clear.

Look at my finger.

And always check the ears and the throat.

If you notice something that doesn't look normal, refer them.

It's really important that you concentrate, Maisie.

There's actual lives at stake.

OK, next one.

Get down!

We had 4,000 aftershocks in 2015.

You better get used to them, Captain James.

You OK?

What the hell was that?

Did the earth just move for you guys?

Aftershock. Apparently, there's nothing to worry about.

Says the guy who just shat his combats.

Right, grab your gear, head back,

and get scrubbed up as best you can.

Sir.

Whoa, that was mental!

You shat yourself, mate. What are you talking about?

We've set up some temp showers.

Bucket of water type temp showers, Kingy?

Not that luxurious, I'm afraid.

But soap and water, very important, guys.

I'm not mucking about. Trust me.

You can't go in there, Taral It's dangerous.

- Butl heard a cry. - What?

You heard a cry?

Wait there, Tara, OK? Promise me.

Maisie, don't be mad! Get back here!

We heard someone crying.

- I'l call it in. - There was an aftershock.

- Hello, Zero Alpha. - It's dangerous.

There's a tiny gap I can get through.

No, wait for the cavalry.

I'm just investigating. Fucking hell

We need to get the building propped.

If it was you down there, you'd want someone to pull you out.

Rather than waiting six hours for health and safety bollocks.

No, no, don't do it, Maisie!

Oh, my God! Fingers, look at this!

Oh, great! Now she's saving goats!

I wonder how she's gonna top this tomorrow.

You're not taking it home. Is that understood?

What if I get it a pet passport, boss?

Can you get Monk one while you're at it?

What you say, bruv?

Maybe you should have waited as instructed.

Look, I heard a cry. And I thought it was a baby.

I stuck my hand in and I pulled this out.

I'm sorry, Corporal. I wasn't being defiant.

I was just trying to...

I just thought, "What would Lane do in these circumstances?"

And I decided you'd save the baby.

Sorry, my bad as well, boss.

I called it in when she was on her way out.

You shouldn't mess around in these unstable buildings.

Right, guys. Excitement over.

Sort her out, Kingy.

Lose the goat, Richards.

Your family don't have a good track record

when it comes to domestic animals.

Oh, mate, I love a curried goat.

Bring it back to our quarters to cook it up, Kingy!

Don't they eat cats round here?

- That's China, isn't it? - And that's dogs.

We're nowhere near fucking Chinal

It's on the other side of the world, bro!

No, pal. It's the other side of them there mountains.

Yeah, right. Flippin' China, I don't think so!

Hey, India just there. China just there.

I make him right.

Wait, so we're wedged between China and India?

My favourite two takeaways!

Correct.

That's mental! I never knew that. Did you, boss?

Still chew your tongue when you write your name, Monk?

I'm guessing Geography GCSE

isn't a prerequisite at Pirbright.

I'm surprised half of them could find Pirbright.

So how's it going with your mentee?

Full of attitude.

And a gobby little mare, just like my sister.

- But... - We'll get there.

If she doesn't kill us first.

Lose the goat, Richards! You heard the boss.

Pardon?

Lose the goat.

- We're stinking. - Shower time!

Good work today. Sort some scoff, then get some shut-eye.

Another busy day tomorrow.

It's imperative we get the power back up and running.

In the meantime, we're awaiting emergency generators. Medic.

Guys, personal hygiene is crucial.

There's a massive risk of infection.

So no one fuck-up on this.

You need to wash your hands at all times before eating.

- Understood, guys? - Sir.

Could do without any of you presenting in the sick bay.

And I want the kit guarded at all times.

If it's left lying around, it will go walkies.

Fingers, rations.

Rab! Doris!

Bloody aftershocks!

I love the smell of burning corpses in the morning!

I mean, if they're happening all the time, what's the point?

What's the point of anything we do

if it ain't gonna be standing by Christmas?

Following orders, Richards. And doing as you're told.

- And not abandoning hope. - I get that, Rab.

Brought a badminton set, Rab?

Are you seriously good at it, Rab?

I thought that was the Japanese.

The Chinese. But let's not be too culturally sensitive here.

The Chinese are good? Nip across the border and borrow racquets.

- Will do. - I'm sticking my money on Rab.

- Sorry, Monk. - Right, guys.

Let's have a phys this morning, get something to eat.

Then dispose of the rest of the bodies ASAP.

Richards, Kalil, once you've eaten,

jog up to the top road

and see how long they think before it's accessible.

The digger is on its way, apparently.

We need that generator. The drugs are no good without it.

Guys, let's get going.

- Our generator! - My generator.

You're bringing it in, yeah? For Milan.

It will take too long to clear this.

I can sell it to another village.

No, we need this. It ain't going anywhere.

I haven't been paid.

Don't worry. You'll be paid.

By you.

Fella, I am looking you in the eye

and telling you you'll be paid, end of.

How much?

How much did you agree on?

I need $1,000 now.

Sorted. You'll get them.

But for that, I'm gonna need the keys to your truck

and drive the genny in myself.

How are you gonna do that? That's the only road in.

Keys, and we got ourselves a deal.

What the fuck are you doing?

What's the worst that could happen?

You could die. And get court-martialled.

You should have joined the Navy, you big wuss. Get in!

Don't do anything too nuts.

Now she's gone all Resident Evil on mel

I am getting you mentioned in Dispatches, you melon.

The angle's way too steep.

- I reckon we can do this, Rab. - I don't like the "we" in that.

I'm gonna need you for ballast. Get in!

Now!

Come straight through.

Boss. We need to get these patients evacuated to hospital.

In a perfect world, which we don't live in.

So do what you can, please, Lane.

You're Indian. Tell them to relax. I know what I'm doing.

- I'm Pakistani. - They'll understand you more.

What the fuck did you say?

SF drivers' course.

Have you ever done Nemesis Inferno at Thorpe Park?

- Yeah, and I shat myself. - Seriously, Rab.

This is a piece of piss. Just hold on tight.

If it was a piece of piss...

It's not gonna topple at 45 degrees

if we keep a bit of speed up.

- You ready? - Nope.

Good stuff.

Ow! My head!

- You OK? - Yeah.

Got the genny in!

- Yes! - Smashed it!

Yes! Come onl!

- What happened to you? - Window licking.

- What? - He banged his head.

- He never lost consciousness. - Sit over there.

Does it need stitching? I hate needles.

Get an infection in that and you could die.

Anyway, scar's gonna look cool

when you're getting your Queen's Award for Gallantry.

Now she's risked two lives to get the generator in,

instead of waiting ten minutes for the digger.

She's fucking annoying.

"She's fucking annoying" sums it up perfectly.

You're her mentor. Sort her out, for fuck's sake.

Goody Two-Shoes is sticking her schnozz in.

Got your genny in.

Shut up and listen for once.

Yes, you got the generator in instead of waiting for a digger.

Teamwork, Maisie, discipline.

Sharpen up or go home.

I'm fed up with this for a game of soldiers.

What?

I risked my arse getting the much-needed generator in.

And I end up getting a load of shit for it.

Then leave and join the fucking circus!

Have you sorted her out, Lane?

I tried, boss. Let's see.

Hey, you! Are you in charge?

I need my money. You Brits, if you shake on a deal...

Calm yourself, sir.

I will calm once I get money.

What money? What deal have we shook on?

I knew it. I trusted that girl.

- What girl? - The one driving my truck.

Give me my money or I will call police.

Sir, calm down and don't poke your finger at me.

She promised me money if I let her bring the generator in.

You've had your money!

Your female soldier. I want that money.

You're not getting a penny more.

Move.

You all right, Maise?

Keep out of the boss and medic's way for a bit, if I were you.

- What? - They're fuming.

You offered a local guy some extra money.

The medic reckons it's gonna come out your wages.

Sometimes I'd like to knock her perfect teeth down her throat.

They are perfect, aren't they?

Updated your profile pic yet, Rab? Show off your war wounds?

As soon as I get into that, mate, bosh.

- What'll you say happened? - The truth.

- I was attacked by a tiger. - They don't have tigers here.

Do they?

My father used to say you could stand on the mountain,

raise your arms, and touch the sky.

OK, well, I would like to try that.

But I'm a bit busy. Supper for the children.

Come and help me hand out the rations. Yeah?

Don't you ever feel like starting somewhere else?

I mean, there must be easier places.

Yes.

Mind you, I feel like that half the time.

And I'm from Manchester.

I guess our problems are tiny compared to...

- First World problems. - Exactly.

We have to have armed guards on humanitarian aid.

You can't leave your knickers on the line in Salford.

I could go and be an engineer in America or Canada or Sweden.

But I want to stay and help.

It's your country.

And I want to help rebuild it.

Then, what if it happens all over again?

Then we rebuild again.

I don't know how you survive it.

We see another world on our phones.

And of course people want to live an easier,

more comfortable life.

A better life.

But what is a better life?

We have agents here in Nepal.

They find jobs for people in Dubai or Hong Kong or...

There are no jobs for people in Dubai or Hong Kong.

Not for our destitute.

These poor people are trafficked to...God knows where.

Syria, Bangladesh, India.

And exploited.

Basically, they're sold into slavery

looking for this better life.

It's fucked up, innit?

Yeah, so we have to unfuck it.

Tara, what did Da Chand want?

Nothing.

Tara.

Thank you.

Tell her we're gonna give...

We're gonna give her something

to make her feel more comfortable.

She says she can't see. Blind.

OK, we'll get an eye expert to check for permanent damage.

In the meantime, we'll flush her eye out with water.

Has it started to clear?

Oh, can't fault your timing!

She can see your light.

That will be a good sign.

Now I need you to use your influence

to arrange an eye specialist to visit.

- I'll see what I can do. - Thanks.

I have to access some more diesel for the generator.

Good. I could do without the fridge going off in the night.

Richards! Herel

You rang, m'lud?

Richards, escort Tara back with the other kids.

Milan needs to source some diesel for the generator.

Here to serve.

Shall we cut the attitude, Richards?

Come on, then, scamp.

If you give me five minutes, I'll come with you.

It's the bottom village. Steep climb back up the hill.

I'm an Army girl. I'll survive.

I was thinking of me.

Then I'll put you in a wheelbarrow

and push you back up the hill.

What are you gonna be when you grow up, then, Tara?

Married, children.

You, right, could do anything.

Absolutely anything with your life.

I've watched you survive here.

If you can survive here, you'd piss any job in the UK.

What do you mean?

Seriously, you could do anything.

I'm not mucking around here.

You're brighter, smarter, than anyone I've ever met.

No one could do what you do day to day.

You're a bloomin' miracle.

You set your mind to anything, you'd smash it.

Be a lawyer, politician. Prime minister even.

In UK?

And you wouldn't have to take orders from some Doris like me.

You'd be the one giving the orders.

So when they say you got to get married,

tell them you got bigger fish to fry.

You're gonna conquer the world.

There's a great big world out there

just waiting for Tara to take it by storm, understood?

Yes.

Two more doctors arriving in the morning.

Might allow you a moment or two to rest.

Everything all right, Richards?

Oh, so what happened to the diesel?

Get back to your quarters and get your head down.

You going off on a moonlight walk with Mr Lover Lover?

Move, Richards. Now.

Some fucking mentor.

Let's pretend I never heard that!

Some fucking deaf mentor.

Double away before you get yourself into serious bother.

- Sure. - One more word

and you'll be packing your kit and you'll be sent home.

- You OK? - That girl drives me insane.

She's always got to cross the line.

Sometimes it's good to cross the line, you know.

We have a plan to rebuild every devastated area.

Quake-resilient schools and hospitals and homes.

We just need two things:

time and money.

The God who made the mouth will provide the food.

Do you believe in God?

Do you have a faith?

I have an absolute faith and belief

that what we are doing is right and for the best.

That's why I joined the Army.

I know. How mad is that?

There's quite a lot of rudeness in your religion.

Everywhere I go, I've got...willies pointing at me.

Will you stay in the Army?

Um...

I do wonder what life would be like outside.

I think about it all the time, but I never quite...

I never quite make the jump.

We all think about other lives.

Paths not taken.

Yeah.

Have you ever been married?

Nearly.

Touching is forbidden.

I keep forgetting.

This was Tara's house.

Really?

Not been touched since the 2015 quake.

Could we go inside and take a look?

Quick one?

What's all that about?

- What's that? - I think it's an aftershock.

Drop! Cover! Hold on!

Ohh!

What's happening?

My hand!

Guys, is everyone OK?

What the fuck's going on, boss?

It might be another earthquake.

Is everyone here?

Milan?

Milan?

Milan?

- I can't find the medic. - Who last had eyes on Lane?

I thought she'd be back, boss.

- You all right, boss? - I prefer an enemy you can see.

I could shag you whenever I wanted to.

So you're saying you want to?