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I wish we'd met...years ago.

I'm not interested in you.

I don't believe that, neither do you.

Tara lost her family in the 2015 quake.

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

Be a lawyer... prime minister even!

In UK?

- Maya, where's Tara? - She's gone.

- "Gone"? - She wants to go to UK.

Captain Azizi.

Good to see you, my old friend. You look well.

Old?

They didn't tell me it was you.

Why would they?

Is this the truck?

I thought it'd be more like the films.

The films?

What? So, you thought it would be more...exciting?

Maybe. Haven't been here before, have I?

Trust me. Excitement is the last thing you're wanting.

- Guys, less chat. - All right, guys.

The ANA will take us from here to the base

where we will rendezvous with the SF.

Bring on the real men!

Steady on, Richards.

You worked with blades before, then?

Yeah.

That Elvis one seconded me and Lane for a rescue job in Syria.

Let's just say the action continued into decompression.

You and Elvis?

Yeah, I mean he's a bit full of himself

but you can't deny that body.

- Hey. - What?

Shut up.

- Is he riddled or something? - Not exactly.

- He was engaged to Georgie. - Yes. Ages ago.

We're just friends now.

What kind of a name is Elvis, anyway?

What is that smell?

I thought it was you.

Eau de Kabul, that, mate.

Breathe it in, my friend.

Over there.

Thought you and your brothers weren't allowed even a beer.

- They're not. - A product of the conflict.

The Allies needed help to fight the Taliban

so they turned to the warlords.

They wanted to grow the poppy, the Taliban used to forbid it.

So what changed?

The Taliban were skint after the war.

They had to make their money back somehow.

Heroin is now our largest export.

Get the driver to step on it, please.

- We're nearly there. - Is everything all right, boss?

Incoming! Get down!

Contact left. Has anybody got eyes on?

Nothing to see, boss.

- No one else, boss. - Azizi, get us into base now!

Keep your heads down, guys.

No.

Unless you want him to die, accept a little female help.

He's got an entry but not exit wound upper right chest.

No, let him stay. He might learn something.

Right, guys, on me.

- Is everyone OK? - Boss.

Kalil? You look a little pasty.

- I'm fine, boss. - Welcome to Afghanistan.

♪ 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

Your face when they started shooting.

Reckon he's got proper skidders.

I thought we were here as support?

Didn't expect to be shot at the minute we arrived.

Afghan popped your cherry, mate. First live fire and all that.

Don't worry, mate. We all shit ourselves the first time.

I didn't shit myself. No skidders, neither.

- Hi, guys. - All right, boss.

- Boss. - Sir.

Nice work, Lane.

He appreciates what you did for him. As do I.

I'm not sure everyone feels like that.

Malik is not a bad soldier.

He needs to learn when to accept help.

He's frustrated.

He comes here to fight, to make his country better.

And what does he find?

Poor training, poor equipment.

Would you want that for your men?

No.

Lane, did I ever tell you how Captain Azizi and I met?

- No. - Helmand Province, 2014.

We bonded over a shared love of The Boss.

Captain Azizi here can't get enough of him.

His old man music is not for me.

Drum and bass all the way.

Is it really three years?

It's a long time as allies.

One question, though. What's The Boss?

Oh, come onl You gonna make me sing it?

It's Bruce Springsteen.

Captain Azizi. New intel on Omar just in.

- Ready to brief in ten. - I'll gather my men.

Heard you had a bumpy ride in.

Nothing we can't handle.

- When you heading out to recce? - Last light.

Well, er...try and keep yourself in one piece.

I'll do my best.

All good with you and Lane?

Yeah, we're grown-ups with a job to do.

Glad to hear it.

Now let's make sure the same can be said for over there.

Oh, shit!

How do you know about that, anyway?

You were mentioned in dispatches.

Did Georgie happen to be present during these dispatches?

That's not a problem, is it?

I thought you were "just friends" now?

Georgie and I will never just be friends, Charlie, you know that.

You want my advice?

Deal with one emotional minefield at a time.

- Starting there. - Yeah, cheers.

Cheers.

Da Chand led MI-6 straight to Omar's compound

in Nar-e Saraj, Helmand Province.

Taliban insurgents have significant influence

across the whole region.

And Omar's compound's bang in the middle of it.

And his men have eyes everywhere,

so it's imperative that we stay under the radar.

Our primary advantage here is the element of surprise.

Using the ANA trucks as cover, we'll move to this FOB,

prepare to support the assault on the ground.

Once we achieve our objective, we will extract immediately.

Now we've all seen what Omar is capable of.

I don't want anybody going into this thinking it'll be easy.

It's a four-hour walk from the FOB to the compound

over difficult terrain, so rest up as best you can.

Prepare to receive a detailed brief once we reach the FOB.

- Any questions? - Boss.

No, sir.

Sir, what about Da Chand?

If anything happened to Da Chand,

it would immediately arouse suspicion.

So we're basically just letting him go?

Would you rather we compromise this mission?

No, obviously not. But, come on, he sells kids for money!

He doesn't give a toss where they end up.

Private Richards.

This mission is not about Da Chand.

Is that understood?

Sorry, boss.

Start line 0600.

Boss.

I think we can live without the sound effects, thanks, Brains.

- Trying to make it realistic. - Ssh

OK, so you add direct pressure to the wound, yeah,

by pushing down.

Then if possible...

you elevate the limb, like so...

and apply blast bandage like I showed you earlier.

OK, goon.

Her conviction is admirable.

No one likes to see their fellow comrades suffering.

Forgive me.

It's been a long war.

..and then you come down, tight.

We'll get there.

Is it Tara?

- It's bloody Domino's. - Don't.

I could just go an 18-inch stuffed crust Hawaiian.

Pervert! Who puts pineapple on a pizza?

I'm out.

Me too.

Now, you're bluffing.

- Oh, am I now, Monk? - Yeah. Better luck next time.

Ahhh!

Decent!

- Ahh...snake! - What did you have?

- It's a tough shift, that. - Yeah.

Could teach you lot a thing or two.

Why do they bother cleaning the carpets?

It's a dust bowl out there.

They're prayer mats, you muppet.

Oh.

Maisie, come here. I'll press you.

Yeah, yeah. Ssh, ssh.

Yeah, all right. Go on, then.

Go on, Rab, you got this. Go on, push it.

- Dig in, come on. - Keep going.

- Come on. - Push, come onl!

- Come onl! - Pussy!

Bell end!

Oh, come onl!

Omar's gonna be shitting it when he sees you coming, big lad.

Richards.

- Can I have a word? - Yeah.

Sassy.

Why's my man scooping everything - Maisie, Georgie...

Kingy.

Yeah, good one.

All right, you two?

- Yeah, we were just... - Gonna try and get some kip.

Yeah.

Do you mind if we go somewhere a bit quieter?

Look, I had fun and everything.

It's... It's not that I don't like you.

Then why?

I mean, what's wrong with me?

Nothing!

You're lovely, honestly.

I haven't stopped thinking about you since Cyprus.

Yeah, I've been thinking about you too.

It's just...timing, you know?

Look, I'm sorry to have to tell you this

but there's someone else.

OK?

I just... I think you're so great and gorgeous,

and you've got such a massive... ego!

Good one.

I mean, seriously, give yourself a break!

- It was one pissed-up night. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - So we're cool?

We could not be cooler.

Good.

And it's none of my business but...

I hope that other girl isn't Georgie.

You know she's got a bloke back in Nepal?

It's time to go, boss.

I'm being eaten alive here.

I reckon we're having it better than SF out on a recce.

Applied for selection? I thought they were begging you to join?

Well, they are, but a man of my talents is needed here.

Right, guys, couple more rounds

then I want everyone hitting the sack, enforced rest.

- Early start tomorrow. - Sarge.

I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep.

I definitely will so don't keep me awake with your yak.

Rab.

Decent.

Depends on the last cards.

Argh!

- I'm not picking that up! - All yours.

- Take the whole pack. - All yours.

Look... Everyone feels it the day before a big one.

But try and slow your brain down.

I'm depending on you tomorrow.

You have to channel those nerves.

I won't let you down.

Never thought you would. Go on.

Sir.

- Tens? - No.

Deal us in, then.

Hi.

Hiya, love, you all right?

- Yeah, I'm good. Are you? - Yeah.

- You've moved? - Mm-hm, look.

Got proper walls now and everything.

I'm going up in the world.

Where are you?

Afghan. It's OK.

It's a very short mission.

Then we're going straight back to Nepal, so don't worry.

Can you tell us what you're doing, at least?

Catching a bad guy.

It's a support role.

Top team. It's all good, I promise.

I'm sorry. It's just your job.

I know I shouldn't worry so much.

- Right, I've gotta go. - Please be careful, sweetheart

Always.

Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

- It's all right, it's fine. - About back there.

Me and Elvis, we were just...

Your mind should be on this mission, nothing else.

Not me, not Elvis, not Tara.

Let's go, let's go! Move! You stay inside.

Shouldn't we help?

We're not supposed to be here, remember.

What's happening?

Taliban are attacking the base. The ANA will respond.

But you cannot help this time.

There's nothing we can do here.

We can't break our cover.

Come in.

- All quiet? - For now.

- Everything all right? - This mission.

It's too much of a risk. I think we should abort.

Why?

The attack on the way in. They know you're here.

Perhaps.

But they don't know our intentions.

- You worried about your men? - No.

My men are fit and prepared.

Then this mission is no riskier than anything before.

I have a bad feeling, James.

Long wars will do that to a man.

We are taking a huge risk - with my men and yours.

It's what we signed up to do, Azizi.

To protect your people from men like Omar.

We're in this together.

Atten-shun!

♪ WRETCH 32 Feat L: Traktor

4 My lifestyle's terribly wild

♪ But you never catch me on The Jeremy Kyle Show

♪ Explosive, terrorist style

4 Don't think Imma blow, I'll get you therapy now

♪ I missed school and I haven't got a job yet

4 My girl's and my daughter's on the wagon

4 I went clubbin' till my world was revolving

♪ Pretty women and alcohol, eh?

♪ I ride this mother beat like a traktor

♪ I ride this mother beat like a train

4 Choo choo, go hard, go faster

♪ Stack P's every day

♪ I ride this mother beat like a traktor

♪ I ride this mother beat like a plane

♪ Zoom, zoom, now they're out the room

♪ More women more alcohol, eh?

It's pretty brazen this.

All the poppy growing.

Coming to a street in your home town soon.

Mate, I'm pissing sweat here.

You've a wonderful way with words, Richards.

- Go on, Kingy, share the love. - It's my daughter's birthday.

Managed to download these back at the base.

Oh?

Let me see that.

Sweet

She's 16.

Boy, 16. Dunno how that happened.

16?

- You started early! - I've got two boys an' all.

Aw, your missus is a saint.

Good for you, though, Kingy, making it work.

Yeah.

Man, it's ripe in here!

Oh, it's you, bro! You smell worse than Kabul!

I showered twice this morning and used half a can of Lynx.

Well, you're not using it right, lad.

You've got to get right in there, in all the crevices, bud!

Piss offl Worry about your Own crevices.

Salaam Alaikum.

Boss? I think we might have a dicker. Bloke on a bike.

Right, keep your eyes on him, Richards.

- Oh, yes! - Can we get a shower?

See you in a bit.

I love what you've done with the place.

Oh, nice scar.

Misjudged combat roll out of the ‘chook.

- What is that? - Check that out.

Man, I can't see nothing.

Fuck offl Ten stitches went in there.

Sat in the park near me necking a bottle of 20/20.

Classy.

Fat Dave jumped on the seesaw.

I went flying, teeth went straight through.

Some fit nurse patched me up, though.

Decent.

Don't tell your sister I just said that.

Where'd you get shot, Syria?

Manchester.

Serious?

Elvis and Georgie keeping the streets terrorist-free.

Lucky you was there, eh, George?

Should have phoned in sick that day.

ROC drill in ten.

Go on, Rab, lad.

Yeah, wash them pits.

- You can't even smell anything! - Better sniff 'em as well.

Nothing. Mais, come and smell this.

You do realise Maisie ain't interested?

She ain't seen a bit of this yet, baby.

Seen a bit of what?

Listen in, then.

Omar's compound.

Two vulnerable points.

Point Alpha will be over here, the breach,

that's where me and my boys come in.

Charlie and your boys over here, point Bravo, irrigation ditch.

Sentry guards change every morning.

This will be our opportunity to seize control.

Captain?

Charlie fire team led by Kingy...

will launch a diversionary attack here...

..while Elvis's team

will launch an assault by support helicopter here.

I'll be waiting at the extraction point

with Delta fire team ready to cut the enemy off.

Where's casualty collection point?

- With me. - OK.

- Any questions? - Boss.

Let's crack on.

On me, boys.

Everything all right, Richards?

Yeah, boss.

Spit it out.

You remember that dicker on the way out here?

I think Azizi knows him.

- Well, did he talk to him? - Well, not exactly.

It was... It was sly.

It was like a sly nod.

Look, I know he's your mate, sir,

but you do hear about it, don't you?

Green on blue.

What would it look like

if Azizi were to acknowledge an innocent civilian?

Er...the same, boss, but... The same.

Look, I saw something.

I trust Azizi to stand beside me the same way I trust all of you.

Is that understood?

Yes, boss.

I think I might have cocked up.

No way! You?

Goon.

I thought Azizi knew that dicker at the checkpoint.

I told the boss but he reckons it's hearts and minds.

I was right to say something, though?

Yeah.

It's not like I don't get bollocked most days.

But he had another go at me about Da Chand.

I get it, all right? Letting him go does seem a bit messed up.

- Abit? - Look, I'm agreeing with you.

Look, if you weren't so switched on,

you wouldn't be a good soldier.

But getting too involved, well, that isn't great either, OK?

- You think I'm a good solider? - Don't push it.

You could have given me

the "don't be an arsehole" chat earlier.

- I did. - When?

Kabul.

Oh, I thought that was just you tripping over Elvis.

You are cool about...y'know?

Cos if I'd have known...

Me and Elvis are free agents, OK?

So, no, I'm not "tripping".

So is it a superstition thing?

It's just something I do before a mission.

It keeps the head clear.

Up here for thinking, eh, Peanut?

Oh, it's all kicking off at home.

Rachel wants booze at her party. Jules isn't having it.

- Choose your side carefully. - Yeah.

My 16th was a mega lash.

My nan got ASBO'd.

So being a pisshead runs in the family, then?

Oh, like being a wanker runs in yours, yeah?

Guys, you're not helping.

No, the boys are easy. They're bears like you lot.

Throw them an apple, kick them in the nuts, all good.

But Rachel, she's... whoa, she's powerful.

Start a support group with my dad. There's three of us.

Whoal No, thank you.

No, you've gotta support your missus, Kingy.

You've gotta back her.

You just said your 16th was proper messy.

Er...exactly.

But cos I can always wrap my dad around this, see?

He went down the offy for us.

I'm struggling to work out the moral of this story.

He shouldn't have sided with me, should he?

The kids are a team, the parents are a team.

I'd have respected him more for solidarity to his platoon.

I like that.

- There you go. - You're right.

I should've been one of them agony aunts.

All this wisdom is just wasted on you lot. Especially you.

Shut up!

Let's see if she still likes me when we get back to Nepal.

It comes to something when the light at the end of the tunnel

is returning to a disaster zone.

I hear that! I hear that.

You must be looking forward to get back to Nepal, Lane?

It's a beautiful country.

Yeah, beautiful country, friendly people.

Is that a problem?

Nah, no problem at all.

You're all done, pal.

Erm...so how did your nan get ASBO'd?

Oh, she tried to take a piss on next door's garden.

Like, slash attack?

What the fuck was that about?

Oh, Georgie, I'm sorry, truly.

What exactly is your problem?

I'll tell you what my problem is - you.

Just you with someone else.

Here we go again!

What, you don't think I know how this goes?

- How what goes? - The second, the very second

I'm with someone else, you try to fuck it all up.

- That's not fucking fair. - Embarrassing me

in front of all them, that was fair?

How about not turning up on my wedding day?

Was that fucking fair?

Eh?

And when I was on my own, where were you?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Shagging Richards on decompression.

Fucking fair!

Are you serious about him?

You're unreal. You are unreal!

I said, "Are you serious about him?"

That's none of your fucking business.

I wondered if you might have some spare supplies,

so I can help if anyone is hurt tomorrow?

- I can come back later. - No, no, it's fine.

It's fine.

We're done.

Right, let's go.

Not bad for an old man.

I'm sorry about the graffiti.

Do not bother on my account.

I am familiar with the Allied sense of humour.

Does our presence here frustrate you?

Yes.

You're surprised?

You abandoned us to our fate...

and now you return and bring with you more chaos.

Maybe we were naive.

But there was so much optimism when the Allies left.

We thought we could win.

And now you don't?

Look around you.

We don't have the methods, the equipment.

The Taliban are as strong as they ever were.

The war continues and we make no progress.

Catching warlords like Omar is progress.

You do still believe in what we're doing here?

Do you?

Do I believe it's the right thing to catch men like Omar?

Yes, 100 per cent.

There are many Omars.

Catching one...changes nothing.

I am tired, James.

All I want... is for this war to end.

I understand that.

But men like you are the key to this country's future -

men who refuse to give up,

who believe that one day all this will be over.

Be careful.

Always, my friend.

OK, there's some haemostatic dressing.

There's a tourniquet.

Do you remember your skills and drills from training?

Corporal, it's Tara.

Let me see what else I can dig out. I'll come find you.

Thank you.

Don't worry. I can make it fo the UK

Then maybe I will be Prime Minister.

1 will call you soon.

We know she's alive.

That's the main thing.

It's my fault, isn't it?

I put that in her head, "Prime Minister". How stupid was that?

You gave her something to hope for.

Yeah, what if she doesn't make it?

The one thing this job teaches you

is you can't control everything.

We do what we can and we try and shut out the rest.

Otherwise it'll drive you insane.

I'll let Milan know.

What happened earlier with Elvis... Mm?

I think that might be on me.

- I told him about Milan. - Nice one.

I didn't think it was a big deal.

It isn't. I'd just rather not have my private life

be the source of company gossip.

I couldn't help it.

He was trying to give me the big brush off.

Like I'm even interested.

No, look, I am sorry. I thought it was history between you two.

Itis.

Are you sure Elvis got the memo?

Well, if he hadn't, he has now.

Right, guys, on me.

Try not to shit yourself this time.

Worry about your own arse, mate.

You're all aware of your missions.

I'm trusting you guys, as always.

Keep your eyes on.

Stay focused, stay alert...

..and stay alive.

Hello, all stations. Radio check. Over.

Hello, Alpha Two Zero, this is Zero Alpha.

Please confirm your position at the start line. Over.

Alpha Two Zero. Roger that. Position set. Over.

Zero Alpha fo Tango One Zero.

Tango One Zero. Send. Over.

All call signs are in position at Cherry Tree Lane.

Daffodil is good to go. Over.

Roger, that. Out.

Hello, this is Tango One Zero.

All call signs prepare to initiate Phase One.

Stand by, stand by!

Initiate.

Zero Alpha. Ten liner. Wait up.

Boss?

Enemy, 50 metres - hard left!

Man down, man down!

Take cover!

Incoming!

Alpha Two Zero, do you require assistance?

Do you require assistance? Over.

Tango One Zero cleared that area at 0400.

- Must have been reseeded since. - They knew we were coming.

Zero Alpha, this is Alpha Two Zero.

Do you read me? Over.

Does anyone have working comms?

- No, sarge! - No, sarge!

IED's affected the comms. Trying to re-establish the connection.

Boss, we've got to go help them.

Don't move. Hold your position, eyes on the high ground.

Fingers, keep on trying.

Tango One Zero, this is Zero Alpha.

Phase One has been compromised.

I say again, Phase One has been compromised.

Acknowledge my last

Well, it appears to have all gone Pete Tong, fellas.

No change there, then!

Hello. This is Tango One Zero to all stations.

Continue with Phase Two.

I say again, continue with Phase Two. Out.

Kalil! On the medic now.

Sarge.

- We need to move! - 30 yards, half right!

Dead ground.

OK, people, you heard her. That's our plan.

- Can you move him? - I cantry.

Zero Alpha, this is Alpha Two Zero.

Permission to move. Over.

Boss, we need to go and help them.

We wait until we know what's going on, Lane.

On my signal, we're gonna make a break for the dead ground.

Go low and let's get the fuck out of here!

Kalil, prepare to move!

On me! Go now!

Double, double, double!

Three, two, one, go!

Argh!

Shit!

Ow, fuck!

Hello, Zero Alpha.

Hello, Zero Alpha, this is Alpha Two Zero.

Zero Alpha.

I never thought I'd be so pleased to hear your voice.

Send me a sit-rep. Over.

We've got three men injured - one Cat A, one Cat B.

Kalil's got a gunshot wound, left shoulder. Out.

If you think this is getting you a sympathy shag, think again.

What about a hand job?

What, for a little nick like that? Jog on.

Those casualties will bleed out without treatment.

This isn't up for discussion, Lane.

Lane! Lane, you get back here!

What do you think you're doing?

You are in danger!

Lane, on your belt buckle!

Lane!

Fingers, give covering fire!

No line of sight, boss!

Shit.

May day. May day. Returning to Kabul.

Zero Alpha. This is Tango One Zero. Breach...

Aargh!

Clear!

Clear!

Aargh!

You took your fucking time.

- Looking good, Rab. - Never better, Lane.

Here, put the bandage on, OK?

I need to deal with the Cat A. I'll be back in a second.

Take your time, Lane. Maisie's enjoying copping a feel.

Mate, you are such a freak!

Get him out of here, OK?

Keep talking to me, yeah?

Keep talking to me.

Malik, keep talking to him, please.

We're getting you out of here. Nice work.

- You might have saved his life. - Thank you.

Aargh!

Aargh!

- Aargh! - Aargh!

Get him under cover!

You Taliban tossers!

Tango One Zero to all stations.

We have a man down, man down.

No sign of target. We are bugging out. Over.

We need to get the injured out of here now.

There's no chance. Aargh!

- Richards! - Maisie?

Right, everyone, keep your heads down!

- Eyes on compound! - Oh, I felt that!

Can anyone see the enemy?

Look at me. Look at me. Are you OK?

Oh, my ears are ringing!

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

What do you need to do next?

Remember your training.

Stay focused. What do you need to do next?

- Look after Rab. - How's she doing?

Think she's all right, she's lucky.

You're gonna be OK. Look at my finger, follow it.

- Tell me when you can see it. - Yeah.

This one?

- Yeah. - OK.

All right. Are you OK?

It's OK.

Taliban must be losing their touch,

missing a target as big as your napper.

Vehicle approaching from compound.

50 metres, red truck, moving right to left.

Watch and shoot!

Stop him!

All call signs. This is Zero Alpha.

Taliban appear to be retreating.

SF have man down.

Roger. Over.

Fingers, Brains. Push forward, help secure the compound.

- Boss. - Khan, you follow.

Support Zero Four Alpha.

Azizi! Watch out!

Sanga ye, Azizi!

It was you? You told them we were coming?

How could you do this? I trusted you!

I warned you.

I told you to abort the mission but you wouldn't listen.

Know how many lives you put in danger?

You still don't understand.

There can be no peace whilst the Allies are here.

Think the Taliban will bring you peace?

Not while responding to Allied bombs, no.

You strike, they retaliate. On and on for 17 years.

And stuck in the middle is Afghanistan.

So it's our fault?

I will not watch my country die.

- You'd rather watch me die? - I tried to warn you.

I won't let you walk away from this.

No! Aargh!

Fuck!

Azizi! Fuck!

Fuck! Azizil

Azizi, I've got you.

Clear!

Do you reckon we got Omar?

One of this lot must have told him we were coming.

- He'll be long gone. - You, here!

Hello, all call signs. This is Zero Four Alpha.

Compound looks to be clear.

No live bogeys in this location.

Now securing area to establisher Charlie Alpha Papa.

Confirm location for Tango One Zero. Over.

You're gonna be all right.

Man down!

Stay with me.

Fuck!

Watch your footing.

- On me, Rab. - Free bed here.

All right, put it down there.

- One, two, three... - Rab...sit down here.

There. All yours.

That's it.

I knew it was you.

I could tell.

Must be love.

Nah, I just heard some big Doris screaming.

Thought, "That's definitely not me. Must be Rab."

You did good, mate.

ANA wouldn't have made it back without you. Well done.

It's not pretty but it's a flesh wound. You'll be all right.

All that screaming, just for a scratch?

Will I still have a scar?

If you ask her nicely, Lane might stitch you up messy.

Turn that way.

Thought I was finally getting rid of you.

No chance.

You heard Kingy. I was critical to operations.

Lane, we've got a gunshot wound. He's lost a lot of blood.

Bring him through, quick!

Goon here.

Upper left thigh. Think it's a through and through.

You with me, Dyno? Sit down, mate, OK.

All right, it's an in out but it's a bleeder.

I need an ETA on the MERT.

This is Tango One Zero, I need an ETA on the MERT.

- Lane! - Carry on with that. Come here.

On here.

One, two, three... What's happened?

Boss?

All right, Azizi.

Azizi?

- Captain? - OK.

Gunshot wound to the chest.

No exit wound.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...

Stay with me, OK? You're all right.

Is he going to die?

We need to get him stable. Get me a chest seal.

Tell them there...

..there was no other way.

You told them we were coming?

Shit!

I've got no pulse!

Right, bag him.

Bag him! Quick.

Fuck!

Lane.

- Boss. - Leave it.

He's gone. He's gone.

How does this shit even get here?

Hey.

This looks like it came out of China yesterday.

Least we got some souvenirs, eh, mate?

40 minutes to bag up and extract.

Let's get out of here before the Taliban have a chance to reorg.

- Boss. - There you are, Brains.

Helicopter on the pad.

Rotors turning.

I shouldn't have trusted him.

I'm a bloody idiot.

Charlie, this place is messed up.

Don't drive yourself mad trying to make sense of it.

We could have lost everyone.

Richards tried to tell me.

What have we achieved, Elvis?

I've done five tours of Afghanistan.

For what?

You think he acted alone?

You mean, can we still trust his men?

How can we know?

I'm just glad it's support helicopter and not a road move.

Kingfisher. Send.

Extraction in 20 minutes.

Thanks.

How's Dyno doing?

He's stable.

Hey, come on.

You're gonna get me going in a minute.

It's fine, it's just...

Oh, God. It's just this fucking place, you know what I mean?

Try not to let it get to you.

Kingy!

I lost Azizi.

I mean, Dyno was close.

I thought it was...

Well, at least we know you don't want me dead any more.

Don't get excited.

There's a very low bar.

Oh... OK.

Come here.

You were right.

You know, about the way I've acted. It wasn't fair.

But I do think you're wrong when you say we're done.

Nothing's changed for me, Georgie.

I'm still madly in love with you.

If you don't feel the same, I'll leave. I mean it this time.

I'l go, I'l let you get on with your life.

If you say you don't love me.

Loving each other...

..was never the problem in all this.

It can't work.

What's happened?

The support helicopters have had a no fly,

due to a sandstorm two miles east.

We're in the shit here. Tango One Zero.

All my call signs on me.

How are we gonna get out?

We're sitting ducks here.

After Azizi switching sides, I don't trust any of them.

- Can you hear me? - Have you done this before?

No.

With all due respect, sir, we've all lost friends here.

Me, I don't wanna think they might have died for nothing.