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

You could be a lawyer... prime minister, even.

- Inthe UK? - Where's Tara?

- She's gone. - Gone?

She wants to go to UK.

Aaban Omar is our most wanted.

Tell them... there was no other way.

You told them we were coming.

I shouldn't have trusted him. I'm a bloody idiot.

Loving each other was never the problem, Elvis.

It can't work.

The support helicopters have had a no-fly,

due to a sandstorm two miles east.

How are we gonna get out?

Two Section on me.

We need to set up a defensive perimeter.

Fingers, left of compound. Monk, right of compound.

Brains, sangar!

Boss?

We're sitting ducks here.

One at a time into the irrigation ditch.

Half a mile east is a farmhouse.

- Good to go. - Spanner, on your toes.

- Boss. - Richards.

What, is this like SAS selection?

No, this is like, "I need a driver. Move."

Peanut.

Tourniquet all bleeds,

administer pain relief and prioritise, yeah?

Rab, how are you doing?

- I'm fine. - You've been shot.

Your adrenaline will be all over the place.

You need to rest up.

He only got shot in the arm, Medic.

Like any of you have ever been shot!

- That's a good thing, Rab. - Makes us better than you.

Let me know if anything changes, yeah?

After Azizi switching sides...

I don't trust any of them.

We could have blue on blue at any time. Just stay on it, yeah?

Fingers, Monk, get a canvas set up for a temporary morgue

for the fatalities, please.

Ont.

You taking up the rear again?

Checking out your arse, mate.

Get a move on.

I'd hate to be an alligator. Imagine doing this all day long.

Don't laugh, Peanut.

Don't take orders from him, Peanut.

We're in the Army. Taking orders is what we do.

Farmhouse 400 metres.

12 o'clock.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

Sweeties?

Salaam alaikum.

- Wa-alaikum salaam. - Salaam alaikum.

Morning.

Sorry, guys, I don't know any Pashto.

Then just smile. We come in peace.

We would like to negotiate the purchase of your vehicle,

the truck.

Hm?

Richards, while I'm negotiating,

make sure that truck'll get us to Kabul.

Boss.

Ready.

The cavalry's here.

Monk, on me. You're doing a great job here, Medic.

They're in your good hands.

Extraction plan B.

Really? In this?

Yeah. There's no plan C and we need to move.

Right, I need a medical area for the injured.

We can only take the ones with a reasonable chance of making it.

I'm not leaving anyone, Elvis. They all go or I stay.

The ANA can decide who they take or leave.

That's not happening. I need to care for each one of these guys.

They've just been fighting alongside us.

I wouldn't be treating some of these arseholes like you are.

I'll be showing courageous restraint.

Malik, I need two units of fluid.

Back on it, boss.

♪ 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

- Nice work, Richards. - Thanks, boss.

Any weapons we can't take, we need to destroy.

Roger that. Kingy, how are we getting on?

It's not gonna be spotless.

But slightly more hygienic now we've got the cement dust out.

- Richards is gonna be driving. - Roger that.

This ain't gonna be easy, boys.

The ANA want to know whether they fly white flags

to get a safe passage out.

One thing certain to bring on an attack.

We should make it to Kabul so long as it's downhill.

Stay on comms.

Brief the ANA to not initiate contact,

only engage on my word.

Let's hope us sodding off will be enough for them.

It'll have to do, Lane.

Right, I need all medical supplies in the back with me.

I need as many drips and morphine as we've got, OK?

- Yes. - Good.

Rab, I need you to relax until we're setting off, yeah?

Mate, he's useless at the best of times.

I'm fine. In-and-out nick on my arm.

I'm just a bit buzzing waiting to tell everyone I was shot.

It's like the best thing that's ever happened to him, Georgie.

Rab, up front. Everyone else in the makeshift beds at the back.

Dyno, you're with me in here.

Anyone who's had medical treatment in the back as well.

Fingers!

Just covering the guys, Kingy.

If you can hit them from here,

you are good.

Cease fire.

That's Kingy speak for save your bullets, Fingers.

Here with no ammo is gonna be proper squeaky arse time.

I would have put my life on him, Lane.

Well, luckily you didn't.

This gearbox is bollocksed.

I'll just keep it in second.

Keep the vehicle steady, Richards!

- You've got one job to do! - Sorry, Medic!

We'll get you to a hospital.

Just hang in there for me.

Boss?

Looks like we're getting an escort.

Seriously, let's take 'em out.

Shut it, Fingers. We don't know if they're Taliban or civvies.

Right, guys, helmets on.

Look, all of us, one each - bosh. Problem solved.

Or maybe bee hive stirred.

Keep driving steadily. Keep constant speed.

Copy that.

Heading east.

Bogeymen on bikes gone, boss.

Boss?

Short cut to the main road?

They didn't know the helicopters would be grounded.

They can't have had nothing planned.

"Inside the mind of a terrorist" by Maisie Richards.

Ignoring that, wanker.

Charm school bants.

Anything they pull has gotta be between here and the main road.

Boss?

What is it, Elvis?

Cause for concern.

Two civilians, my ten o'clock.

This country, I hate it.

And they hate us.

Mm-hm.

How's he doing?

Cause for concern.

- Are you all right? - Don't worry about me.

How could I not?

I never stop worrying about you.

All gone very eerie here.

Anyone seen High Noon?

Abandoned moped, my one o'clock.

It doesn't feel right.

Elvis, what do you think about this goat truck?

Let him go.

You don't own our roads!

Bit rude.

That poor sod.

That could have been us, guys.

One fatality, boss - truck driver.

Elvis. Thoughts?

Gonna call it in, leave it to the local police.

- Lane, on me. - Fingers, call it in.

Right, guys, we're extremely vulnerable here.

We need to get back on the truck, ASAP. Move!

What shall we do about the goats?

Why, you hungry, babe?

Thought we'd had a traumatic day.

- Anybody had goat's head soup? - Guys! Move, now!

Hello, Zero, this is Zero Alpha.

Ten-liner. One civilian casualty.

What?

I could take him now.

Even fast asleep, I still reckon he'd do you.

Well, I could beat him at badminton, then.

Do I make you laugh, Maise?

Constantly.

If you're gonna sleep,

you're not putting your head on my shoulder, you wanker.

Rab!

Rab, what are you doing?

- Medic! - Medic!

Something's fucking happening to him! Do something, Georgie.

All right, Rab? Rab, can you hear me?

Take the helmet off for me.

Rab, can you hear me?

Rab?

And cut the chest open as well for me. Rab?

Take everything off him. Rab?

You're gonna be OK. Just keep breathing for me, OK?

Right, it can't be his arm.

What the hell's happening?

Please make him all right, Georgie, please!

Oh, God, not good. Not good.

The tiniest bit of shrapnel from the bullet

has gone through his body armour into his lungs.

I need to relieve the pressure so he can breathe properly.

- Have you done this before? - No.

There you go.

He's breathing normally, he's coming down.

- How's he doing? - Better.

- Is he gonna be all right? - He needs a specialist.

Is he gonna be OK, Georgie?

Think so.

- Are you sure? - Keep calm.

OK? Keep calm, Richards.

I must have missed it.

I thought it was a bullet wound through and through.

You just saved his life.

Right, guys, back on the truck! Let's move!

We need to get him medevac'd.

- Any news on the sandstorm? - No.

There's a decent role two medical facility at barracks.

Let's keep him alive until then.

You've worked miracles here, Georgie.

Just letting you know that I love you.

I know you do.

Kabul, here we come!

Second gear never let me down.

Small entry wound under left arm

caused, I believe, by shrapnel,

resulting in tension pneumothorax

which I've aspirated and now he's stable.

Vital signs: B/P 110/65, pulse 110.

Flesh wound right deltoid, dressed.

Come on, Rab.

Really top marks, Medic.

He never mentioned his chest.

Just kept banging on about his arm. He's a wanker.

Hey. He's gonna be all right.

Promise?

Yeah.

We got them back here.

- We got them back here. - Yeah.

We got back here, guys.

And I couldn't be more proud.

You've conducted yourselves with dignity and heroism.

Once we get clearance, we're out of here.

Never to darken Afghanistan's doorstep again.

Never again.

Now double away

and start to look like Her Majesty's soldiers.

- Boss. - Right, guys, move.

Mate, the water's running out yellow!

- That'll be the sand and dust. - Or you're pissing!

Took about a month to get Afghan out my hair last time.

I got some proper dust bogies up my schnozz!

Gonna need a spoon to prise these buggers out.

Remind me again, Monk, why you haven't got a girlfriend.

Whoa! Boom, boom, boom!

Shots fired!

You can't believe you got shot? I can!

You all right?

Bought some grapes for Rab.

- Grapes? - Imaginary, obviously.

Obviously.

Thanks.

By way of a thank you for saving wanker.

I'm touched. Thanks.

Is he well enough for visitors?

I'm not dead. I can hear you...

- unfortunately. - He'll be all right.

He'll be on the first available flight back to the UK.

- Will you go with him? - No. They don't need me.

There'll be doctors on board.

Plus I'll be heading back to Nepal.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hey.

Did I just hear you say you're going back to Nepal?

Yeah. Yeah, I've got a job to finish.

Right.

You're not...

You're not going to see what's-his-name, are you?

No.

No, I'm going back to build prefabs.

Good.

Really good.

I'd give it all up for you, you know.

- Oh, Elvis. - What?

Honestly, what is it? I don't get it.

- How could I ever trust you? - Because you can.

Yeah?

Listen to me, I've changed.

OK, I have. I know I have.

Giving everything up for you is the only way to prove I have.

Elvis, I...

I don't want you to give everything up for me.

- No? - No.

I could do training...

work on SAS selection in Hereford.

And stay at home with the babies while I go on tour?

We're having babies now?

Oi, Medic!

Couldn't she at least have brought me imaginary chocolate?

- It's fattening. - What are you talking about?

- It's fattening. - On this bod?

- Oh, my God. - Beach bod.

How are you feeling, Rab? You feeling better?

Brilliant. More morphine, please.

No, you've had too much already.

Brains?

Brains!

What's the wi-fi password?

Capital K...a..b...u...l.

23912, lower case C.

I was gonna say relax, guys. But you've already got the memo.

What's happening, Kingy?

Looks like we're gonna be chilling here a bit longer.

Sandstorm still fucking with us?

You should be a weatherman, Richards.

Weather-person, you dinosaur.

- How's Kalil? - Oooh!

- Yeah, how is Rab? - What you asking me for?

I don't even care.

Who's overdone it on the deodorant?

- It was one quick spray. - Bollocks! One spray, my arse!

Smells great, dunno what you mean.

Not the tax man is it, Maisie?

It's Tara.

Oh, my God, she's in Pakistan.

Georgie?

What is it, Richards.

I've got a video message from Tara.

It's a couple of days old by the looks.

I got fo New Delhi on a bus.

Then I had fo get a train fo Quetta.

- What can we do? - Nothing we can do, is there?

She was getting in a car to the Pakistan-Iran border.

What about her phone? Have you tried calling it back?

Of course. I'm trying again.

OK.

Hello?

Tara? Tara?

OK, can you please listen to me?

Right, we need you to get to the nearest police station.

Can you do that for me?

It's fine. I am fine.

They can get us across the border.

What border?

I got to get to UK.

She's turned the phone off.

Captain Khan says one tried and tested

trafficking route is for people to try and blend in

with Shia pilgrims on their way to Iran.

Depending on how much she paid her smugglers,

they may arrange transport fo Tehran.

Is that what normally happens?

Well, if you know this, why don't we do something about it?

Richards, why would the Afghan military

be able to intervene with refugees

on the Pakistan-Iran border?

Well, why wouldn't they, sir?

From Tehran, what happens then?

They will most likely try and progress to the Turkish border.

What happens if she gets into Turkey, then?

It's that fucking sea crossing. I've seen it on the news.

Hundreds of them clinging onto a dinghy.

All the stuff the Army can do.

We fly off and sort shit out all over the world

but we can't goin and save that little girl.

There are a million Taras.

That's why the Army say don't get involved.

Yeah, but we do get involved. That's the point.

- D'you keep trying her phone? - Erm...yes!

D'you reckon he's coming back for that?

Mm, meringue.

Do we have any internal plans of the target building?

Requested.

Market stalls, zone Alpha and Bravo.

What is it, an old factory?

Now a Taliban hideout and munitions distribution facility.

Well, well, well.

I know.

- You know what? - You've located Omar.

Right, and how do you know that?

Because I know who you are.

You look excited... alive.

You could never give this up.

I can change, though.

Maybe I don't want you to change.

There's moments, ain't there?

Of clarity...

.when I feel like you understand everything.

Yeah. Normally the third to fourth pint

and then everything goes to shit.

Come here, listen to me.

I'm being all sincere here, OK?

Yeah.

I'm trying to tell you I don't want a life without you in it.

Do you remember how we were gonna get married, hm?

- Do you remember that? - Yes.

OK, well, the night before,

my mum came in my room, she sat on my bed

and she said,

"Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with Elvis?"

OK?

And I said to her...

"I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with him."

Thank you.

That was then.

You don't feel the same now?

Yeah...yeah.

I know that I'm never gonna get rid of you.

It's probably not the most romantic thing you've ever said.

It probably is, actually.

Swim

Come here.

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

- Never let me down again. - I never will.

♪ Swim ♪ Toyou

♪ Toyou

♪ Swim

Tomorrow we go and get Omar. But tonight...

Please.

Don't say anything sincere. Come here.

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Each of us, we're going in

Wipe the smile off your face.

I can't help it. I am a bit fucking happy.

- Bye. - Bye.

- You skiving wanker. - How am I skiving?

I nearly died back there.

No imaginary grapes?

We're going on a mission to catch Omar.

You're missing out on the fun and games.

I'll see you back in the UK.

Not if I see you first.

That is the oldest, shittiest joke in the book.

And I still don't know what it means.

Take care, Maise, and don't die or I'll kill you.

Don't worry about me. I'm indestructible!

Special Forces have located the target to a dwelling in Kabul.

The objective of this mission is fo capture

the Taliban commander Aaban Omar.

We will secure the surrounding area with Afghan forces.

Two Section will then launch a diversionary attack

on the front of the building

while special forces fast-rope down onto the roof.

We will then clear the building. Understood?

Boss.

That's our target, guys - Omar.

Are you OK, boss?

Ours is not to reason why.

Chain of command.

You gotta believe in that, boss.

You all set?

Yeah.

What good has it done, really...

..us in Afghan?

Right, come on, then, boss. Let's crack on.

It's a fucking waste.

- It's not our money. - Money, lives...

What for?

Trucks assess so let's...

We can't bullshit it's in a better state than we found it.

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

Me?

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

Sir.

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Toyou

♪ Toyou

4 I'll swim

♪ Swim

♪ Swim

♪ Swim to you

♪ Toyou

♪ Each of us...

There's gonna be one gutted engineer out in Nepal.

And there'll be one gutted squaddie

if she doesn't learn to button it.

I don't care much for abroad.

What?

I wouldn't bother with abroad, me.

Just England, yeah?

- Just London...in fact. - What's wrong with Liverpool?

- Or Manchester? - Jinx!

- Or Colchester? - Or Bath?

Not even all of London. I really only like East London.

What's the matter with North London?

Nah, only really Stratford, E15.

And I only really like those that live on Chamberland Road.

You only like the people in your house?

Don't even really get along with them half the time.

Oh, classic.

Alpha and Bravo fire team on the ground.

Await instruction.

Back-up support to Afghan fire team

attacking the front and rear of the building.

Once they gain access, we go in,

fast-rope down and clear the area, understood?

- Boss. - Boss.

Omar is in the target building ahead.

We wait here until we get word Special Forces are in position.

Delta fire team are at the rear ready to attack.

Once that gets started,

ANA Alpha fire team attack the front of the target building.

We are then ready to support and clear the building.

- Understood? - Boss!

Afghan truck under attack! Contact, wait out!

Kingy, Monk, give covering fire.

Richards, Fingers, peel right.

Brains, peel left. Medic, stay with me.

- Is that understood? - Boss!

Debus!

Has anybody got eyes on the enemy?

Not seen!

Fingers, Monk, push forward, clear ANA vehicle.

Brains, push north, give covering fire!

Kingy, get Lane to the casualties in the ANA vehicle!

Richards, on me!

Boss, clear!

Richards, clear the building!

Clear!

Two shooters, right of compound!

First floor, left window, second floor, left window!

- Let's go, Lane. - Three, two, one!

Push right!

Push left! Give cover!

Move! Out! Move!

Hello, Zero, this is Foxtrot One Five. Wait up.

Go, go, go, go!

Put pressure on there.

Fingers, request air support.

Contact within target building.

Hello, Zero, this is Zero Alpha.

Contact in target building.

Requesting air support. Wait out.

- They're being attacked. - Plan A out the window, then.

- Phase Two, boss. - Initiate Phase Two.

Target building 35 metres.

Engage at will.

Hello, Zero Alpha. This is Bravo Two Zero. Over.

Zero Alpha, are you approaching from the west? Over.

Bravo Two Zero, roger. Over.

Lane, gunshot wound to the stomach.

Approximately nine dead.

I'm just gonna go double-check.

Hello, Zero. This is Mike One Five. Message over.

Send. Over.

Mike One Five: we have approximately nine fatalities.

Three Cat As, two Cat Bs.

Urgent evacuation required.

Nine-liner to follow, wait out.

Vehicle clear, multiple casualties!

Vehicle clear, multiple casualties!

Bravo to Charlie Five.

Be prepared to clear target building.

Breach.

- Clear. - Move!

Ready? One, two, three.

Aargh!

Aargh!

Aargh!

Call sign black. Bogey, ten metres.

12 o'clock.

Where's Omar?

Where is Omar?

He says Omar's not here!

Clear insurgent.

- Lift. - Lift.

Lower your weapon. Lower your weapon.

That's fine.

Has anyone got eyes on Omar?

- Not seen. - Not seen, boss.

All call signs, rooftop clear. Cease fire.

All stations. This is Zero Alpha.

Building clear.

Suspected IED on rooftop. Ten-liner, wait out.

Elvis!

Elvis!

Brains, left of courtyard.

Fingers, right entrance.

Come onl

Don't leave me!

Don't leave...

I can't talk about it, boss.

What am I gonna do without him?

Why...

One last mission. Fuck one last mission!

Hello?

Tara? Tara, where are you?

It's OK, I have a space on the boat.

But I have to give them my phone.

Tara, whatever you do, do not get on that boat.

Oh.

All right?

She put the phone down.

Relax. Relax, guys.

We're dividing into two units.

One heading straight back to the UK,

the other finishing off the prefabs in Nepal.

The Nepal team: Captain James, Fingers, Brains.

UK guys: Georgie, Maisie, Monk and myself.

We request we stay as one unit, boss.

Well, someone has to go back to Nepal and supervise.

- Square away the kit. - We all go, sir.

We've discussed it.

And, to a man, we all wanna go

and finish the job we set out to do, boss.

Take your time.

Why are you starting? You carry your little one and shush.

- All right, boss. - Down over here, please, guys.

- I was just... - I know.

I heard over the radio.

Thought I'd bring them up to you.

I'm sorry, Milan.

You've got nothing to be sorry about.

It's all such a fucking mess.

There was nothing you could do, Georgie.

- He died in my arms. - I know. I know.

OK. Thanks.

Thanks. Thank you.

I just wanna see her come running around the corner.

Get some water down you. Go on.

- If she's dead... - We don't know that.

I feel...it's a bit my fault.

It's not...at all.

- I always fuck things up. - No, you don't.

You are a bloody good soldier, right?

And do you know what?

I am so proud to have you as my mentee.

I can't begin to explain.

I know you said if I ever "buy the farm" on a mission,

I mustn't leave my death letter fo you.

Well, I am. So get over it

Thing is, George, there is no one else.

And, yeah, yeah, maybe I didn't always let you know that...

so I'm letting you know now.

I mean, gutted as I am about dying and all that,

1 do hope if was quick.

But at the end of the day... I have loved.

Properly. Fully.

And how lucky was I that it was with you.

I was about to write about all the rainbows and sunsets

rolled into one, but I could just imagine your face

doing your fingers down your throat

pretending fo vomit thing.

So I'lf just say, remember me.

Remember that guy way back when and maybe, just maybe...

..if anything good ever happens,

think that it could just be me having a word with God

sorting it out for you.

Ships In The Rain

4 Their whistles are blowing

♪ They're looking for me

♪ Like an orchestra playing

4 As I sink to the deep

♪ But this cold, black ocean will know

♪ That this sailor will never come home

4 Ships in the rain 4 I'll see you again

4 Ships in the rain 4 I'll see you again

4 Ships in the rain 4 I'll see you again

4 Ships in the rain 4 Till we meet again

- Hello? - Maisie.

- They say I can come home. - We can get you home, Tara.

We'll get you home. OK. Stay there. Stay there.

Oh, God! Oh!

Broken

- What's that? - Lime chocolates.

Don't pretend you don't love ‘em!

Where from?

The pound shop.

- No expense spared, then. - Nothing spared.

Everything's gonna be all right from now on in, OK?

Look at me, Georgie.

Everything's gonna be OK cos I've got you home.

Yeah? Come here.

I've got you.

I've got you.

♪ Never broken

♪ Run to the lobby where I saw you try

♪ Don't give a damn for your reasons why

♪ Where soul feels

♪ Down in the valley where the church bells cry

♪ I'll lead them over to your eyes

♪ Whoa, oh!

♪ lam one

♪ lam one