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♪ In this life

♪ There's no such thing
as a perfect life

♪ Oh, and I let it die

♪ But looking back
I can't remember why

♪ Oh, my beautiful summer

♪ How the winter makes me wonder
where you've gone

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll

(Grunts)

Elvis?

- (Chuckles)
- Now I'm gonna kill you.

I could get out of this but it
would involve inflicting

much pain upon your personage.

You reckon? (She yelps)

- Hi.
- Hi.

We're getting married tomorrow.

- Mm-mn. No. Day after tomorrow.
- Are you sure?

- Mm-hm.
- Are you sure?

Oh, no, shit.
No, it is tomorrow.

(She giggles)

Listen, when I'm done here,
I've gotta get back, babe.

- Uh-uh.
- It's a full-on day.

I've got to bring the car back
to London, gotta try my suit on.

When you're done here?
You cheeky bastard.

(Banging and moaning
in next room)

(He sighs)

Do you think
when they're married

he'll still be sneaking in
her bedroom window?

They'll be in married quarters
so he won't need to.

Can I go through my speech
one more time?

No. Just go to sleep.

It's bloody good, though,
in't it? Moving and hilarious.

Yes, love.

- (Sexual moaning)
- Oh, gross!

I'd rather listen to your speech
than them bonking next door.

Hiya. What've you been up to,
you dirty, horrible degenerate?

Nothing, just been practising my
wedding dance with your sister.

Oh, yeah, bet you have.

Oi! Tarring me with your brush
again? Morning.

What's going on?

I am just about to head back to
London, to try my glad rags on.

Not getting married
in your birthday suit?

No, can't have bridesmaids
fainting at the altar, can we?

They've been practising
their wedding dance apparently.

Aye? What's your wedding
dance, then, Elvis?

You gonna be shaking your funky
stuff on the dance floor?

- Can't tell you.
- Are you gonna serenade us?

Your mum must have called you
Elvis for a reason.

I can't tell you,
it's classified!

I can hold a tune, me.

Yeah?
Well, listen, it's our dance,

it's our special song and
you lot are all gonna love it.

- Oooh!
- See you later.

♪ THE KOOKS:
She Moves In Her Own Way

(Singing along)
♪ Paper dreams, honey

♪ Mmm-hm-hm

♪ So now you pour your heart out

♪ You're telling me
you're far-out

♪ You're not about to lie down
for your cause

♪ You don't pull my strings

♪ Cos I'm a better man

♪ Moving onto better things

♪ Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her
because she moves in her own way

♪ Well, uh-oh, she came to my
show just to hear about my day

♪ And at the show on Tuesday,
she was in her mind-set

♪ Tempered furs
and spangled boots

♪ Looks are deceiving,
make me believe it

♪ And these tiresome
paper dreams...

- Thanks.
- Pleasure.

Hey, can I just say...

Please don't say anything, Dad.
If you make me cry,

my mascara runs,
I look like a panda.

- I'm gonna get your train.
- Thank you.

♪ You don't pull my strings
cos I'm a better man

I think when I get married I'm
gonna have a horse and carriage.

That's what your dad wants
for his funeral.

Maybe we can make a deal with
the company and get a discount?

Can we hurry up?
My hair's gonna frizzle.

Even with frizzled hair,
you're still too good for him.

Right, family, are we ready?

Are you ready? Come on!

♪ Yes, I wish that we never made
it through all the summers...

(Applause)

♪ They're keeping us
instead of kicking us

♪ Back down to the suburbs

♪ Yes, I wish that we never made
it through all the summers...

Hi!

Good to see you.

Ah, you look so smart.
Nice to see you.

Thanks for coming.

♪ But uh-oh

♪ I love her because
she moves in her own way

♪ But uh-oh

♪ She came to my show
just to hear about my day

You look gorgeous.

Dad, your jacket...
There you go.

Thank you.

You look great.

Oh, I've had enough of this.

Oh, hello, Grandmother's coming!

Georgie, where is he?
He is still coming, in't he?

He should be waiting for you,
not you waiting for him!

Oh, he's always late on parade,
it's fine.

The groom should be here
before the bride, you know that?

Oh, I know.
I know what he's like.

- It's fine.
- Where is he, Dad?

- What time is it?
- Only five past.

We've got till half past,
don't worry.

Have you spoke to him
this morning?

No.

What's going on?

Er... can we go
somewhere private?

Yeah.

MAN: Is everything all right?
Who's that?

I'm so sorry, Georgie.

He said...

Tell me again.

He said that
he can't go through with it.

And that's it?

Why's he done this to me?

Dad!

(Sobs)

It's all right. Let it out.
Let it out.

(Sobs)

(Soldiers chanting commands)

So, on the cry of "man down",

you get to the body
as soon as you can,

making sure of your
own personal safety.

Why, Jenkinson?

Erm... so...
Sorry, I'm not sure, Staff.

Because a dead medic is
no use to their platoon.

So once it is safe, and
you've done your 5s, your 20s,

proceed to the casualty.

Carry out your primary survey.
C, A, B, C.

Yeah? Catastrophic bleed,
airway, breathing, circulation.

So what do we do, Cox?

(Clears throat) Yeah, erm...

check the airwaves
and make sure...

Airway, Cox. Airway.

Erm... airway.

Catastrophic bleed, airway,
breathing, circulation...

...deformities,
environment exposure.

Cox, airway. Now.

You're all right, relax.

- Sir.
- Relax. It's good.

All right, Georgie,
how have you been?

Good, thanks, sir.
How's things with you?

Yeah, very well, thank you.
Molly's back in Afghan.

Yeah, I heard. Facebook.

She's working with the training
and advisory team.

You probably know that already.

So what you doing here?

Final mission-specific training
on the moors before Kenya.

You going Kenya?

Humanitarian mission.

Outreach project in the refugee
camps on the Somali border.

Well, some of us have to
work for a living. (Chuckles)

I've just had a word
with your CO

and he thinks it's a sound idea.

- What?
- Need a medic.

Experienced.

Top of the range, fully loaded,
and you fit the bill.

What do you think?
Actually, don't answer that now.

Chat it through with your loved
ones and tell me in the morning.

And you can say to your new chap
that it's only six weeks

and you'll be back by Christmas.

Isn't that what they said when
heading to the First World War?

I wouldn't know, Georgie.
I'm not as old as I look.

How do you know
that I've got a new chap?

Ah. Molly.

No secret is safe
with social media.

No.

He's a doctor, I believe?

Mm-hm, a notch up
from a squaddie.

(He chuckles)

Well... why don't you
think that over?

You won't hear from me
in the morning.

Why's that?

Because I can say "yes" now,
sir.

Ooh... 14 hour, 12 minute shift.

Yeah! Apartment. Bath.
Candles. Wine.

I wish people would only get ill
for eight hours a day.

What? It'd relieve the
pressure on the NHS.

Well, funny you should say that,
because in Afghan...

- Oh, during the war?
- Yes.

Yeah? Heard it all before.

I got made a rather interesting
proposition today.

Oi, you're marrying me. Tell all
the other suitors to back off.

Yeah, well, it's not that
interesting. It's, erm... work.

In Kenya.

A six-week humanitarian mission.

Well, I hope you told 'em
where to stick it.

You're on a humanitarian mission
in Manchester, looking after me.

Come here.

Your eyes are rather beautiful.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.

Well, the sclera of your eyes
are as white as virgin snow.

(Chuckles)
I can't... I'm sorry!

See, I try to be romantic

and you just throw it back
in my face!

Everything is just so
medical with you.

Yeah, military with you,
young lady!

It's six weeks. OK?
You're happy for me to go Kenya?

What have they got in Kenya
they don't have in Preston?

All right, don't answer that.

And once we're married, I won't
be doing any more tours away.

Maybe... Maybe we should
set a date... to get married.

Look, I do want to marry you,
I do, it's just...

...it's just all the shiz
that comes with it.

- What shiz?
- Everything!

But I thought after Sierra Leone
you were gonna be UK-based.

Yes, and I will be. You won't
even know that I've gone.

Hm? Yeah?

(Chuckles)

I know I'm not Sigmund Freud
or anything like that, but...

it's pretty clear to me that you
are refusing to set a date

for the wedding cos
you're shitting yourself

Jamie's gonna do an Elvis.

What's doing an Elvis?

"Forgetting" to turn up.

Jamie's not gonna do that,
Georgie, he dotes on you.

So if you are gonna run off
and abandon him,

can you let me know first?

I'll be all over that boy.

All right.
I'll give you first dibs.

Anyway,
I'm not running away, Marie.

You can't bullshit
a bullshitter, Georgie.

I know exactly what's going
on here, OK?

I did GCSE psychology,
don't forget.

Yeah, and you failed it.

So then why haven't you told
Jamie about Elvis?

Do you mind buggering off so
I can concentrate on packing?

- Ooh, back of the net!
- What?

You are running away, and you
haven't told him about Elvis.

I don't give a toss about Elvis.

I ain't thought about him
in years so...

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

It's a six-week humanitarian
tour in Kenya, Marie, right?

And once we're back, we'll
set a date for the wedding.

OK, and that's when you're gonna
tell him about Elvis, yeah?

Do you tell all your boyfriends
about previous relationships?

- No!
- And I didn't fail, I got a D.

Yeah, for demented!

- What, into Nairobi?
- Yeah.

- Then how many hours' drive?
- About six, seven.

I bet. Bloody hell.

Oh! I love a woman in uniform!
Come here.

(She laughs)

Let me see you.

- You used to love me that much.
- In your dreams!

- You look gorgeous.
- No, I do not.

- Gorgeous.
- Thank you.

Right, we're gonna update you
on our current situation

and give you your missions
and tasks.

We're going to be heading
towards the Somali border, here.

We'll be embedded
with the Kenyan Army,

under the command of
Captain Osman,

who was, incidentally,
at Sandhurst with me.

Firstly, welcome.

I'm looking forward to working
with you in the next few weeks.

We're gonna be working closely
with the Kenyan NGO

Kenya Crisis Care.

They are working here at
the large refugee camp,

a breeding ground
for Al-Shabaab.

Many NGOs have been killed,

many more have fled,
leaving the camp very unstable.

Primarily, we'll be tasked with
supporting the Kenyan Army

in restoring order and assisting
the Kenyan Crisis Care

with delivering medical services
to thousands of inhabitants.

The insurgents have a
ready supply of weapons

from across the Somali border

and they are proficient
at making IEDs.

We need to stay focused,
stay alert and stay alive.

This is effectively a war zone.

Therefore, whilst our mission is
primarily humanitarian,

we need to protect ourselves.

The situation on
the Somali border

is anything but straightforward.

When the Brits drew a border
between countries,

they did it in a straight line
which has resulted

in the displacement
of many ethnic Somali.

Generally, inside the camps,
they're hostile to the military.

Their men with guns
hate our men with guns.

Pretty much.

But also, the NGOs,
needing to remain impartial

so they can function
within the camps,

cannot be seen
as taking sides with us.

Albeit we're there to help them.

We don't want to add to the
confusion within the camp.

We are there to help.

Then we will withdraw
to a military base

three miles outside the camp.

That's where we'll be based
and we'll move into the camp

for a specific purpose.

Any questions thus far?

ALL: No, boss.

Right, guys,
get your heads down tonight.

Breakfast tomorrow at 0530,
then we move out at 0600.

ALL: Sir.

I like our new medic, boss.

I've got to hand it to you,
you've got moves like Jagger.

What does that mean, Fingers,
you weapon-grade scrotum?

I'm just saying, hand on
my heart, I've had worse.

Oh, so we choose our medics
based on their appearance,

like a beauty contest?

I would.

That's exactly what I'd do.

That's cos you're a bell-end,
Monk.

Thanks, boss.

When you're shot, you're
unlikely to have a hard-on,

so we choose our medics
on their ability

to deal with medical
emergencies.

I don't know, I reckon I'd
still have a raging boner.

All we need now is to get you
shot, Monk, then we'll find out.

And that will be arranged if you
don't start getting a shift in!

You two shitheads need
to switch on, sharpish.

Sir.

All right, babe,
do you need a hand?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

You married?

Just thought I'd get
straight to the point.

You'd better crack on,
hadn't you?

Crack on to you,
that's what I'm saying.

I'm engaged.

And I'm here to work. Got that?

I like you already.

Welcome aboard.

(Children laughing)

(Radio chatter)

- Kicki, the soldiers are here.
- Did they bring the equipment?

I'm sure. They're only
just parking up now.

OK, let's go.

Everyone off.
You all all right?

All good, boss.

Hey.

- Hey, Kicki, how are you?
- All right, and you?

Good. Nafula...

Captain Osman.

Let me introduce you
to Captain James.

(Screaming)

Right, C Operation now!
Lane, on me!

(Barks commands)

(Screams)

Help! Help!

KICKI: Put him out!
Put him out!

Approximately...
eight casualties.

Lift them and get them into
triage. Quickly!

Don't move them
until they've been assessed!

Let's get 'em stable first.

I need tourniquets and morphine
from my med Bergan... ASAP.

Come on, move.
We become a target here!

- (Rapid gunfire)
- (Screaming)

Get down!

Contact?

Has anybody got eyes on?

I think one shooter!
No, three, 200 metres, hillside!

Don't shoot until you're sure!

We need to get them extracted,
now! Into triage, quickly!

Escort casualties!

Lift on three. Yeah?

One, two, three... Go!

Right, mate, we'll take over.

Hello, sir. Hi, can you hear me?

- Can you tell me your name?
- Soon as he's off...

I want you back outside.

We're gonna get you a doctor
as soon as we can, OK?

Put pressure there for me, yeah?
Push down.

One, two, three, lift...

(Groaning)

We have to take his blood
pressure.

I have been in this camp
for ten years,

which I think beats
your seven minutes.

I was worried, all right?

If we moved him,
he would've bled out.

Not moving them would result
in a bullet in the head.

- For them as well as us.
- We've got morphine

so we can give them pain relief
until the doctor arrives.

Doctors? We...
We treat them as best we can

until it's safe to get the most
seriously injured to hospital.

- Where are the doctors?
- Gone.

Gone?

German doctor was taken hostage
last week.

The rest of her team withdrew
to the hospital in the city.

That's the reality... Lane.

Kicki, we need you - a head
trauma that I don't understand.

From the fire? Why would you
have it from a fire?

Right, night, lads.

- Night.
- Goodnight, sir.

Give us a shout if you get
lonely, sugar tits.

Monk!

I don't want you to think I'm
a humourless Northern bird...

but one more comment from you
and I'll inject you with a serum

to make your cock shrivel
to the size of your brain.

You just got told!

She can handle herself.

Oh, yeah, she's good.

Like, everything's
a bit out of control.

My grandparents went to Kenya,
said it was lovely.

We're in a bit of Kenya that I
doubt your grandparents came to!

Can't be as bad as Afghan,
can it?

Erm... it's... it's different.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I miss you.

I miss you too.

Look, tell me everything's
all right out there.

Maybe I can do something good.

Medic, are you decent?

I've gotta go, OK? Love you.

All right. Stay safe.

Yeah, come in.

Sorry to disturb you, Medic,
have you got any painkillers?

Yeah, yeah. What's the matter?

I've just got a headache.
It's the heat and lack of sleep.

All right, keep hydrated, yeah?

There you go.

I just wanted to...
check you were OK.

You know,
what with Kicki and that.

I thought you were 100 per cent
right, if that's any help.

- I'm fine. Thanks, Brains.
- You know, under normal circs

we shouldn't have moved them
till they'd been assessed.

I don't think that
normal circs exist round here.

Everything all right here,
Brains?

Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss.

- Is everything all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I'm just getting
everything ready for tomorrow.

Do you think it's safe to leave
supplies in camp?

We can ask Kicki that
in the morning.

Well, she has been here
for ten years, boss.

I know.

I imagine six weeks is going to
feel like a lifetime to us.

It's good to have you on
the team, Lane.

I was worried you might say no
because of the friends I keep.

He's not Voldemort, you can
mention his name, you know.

It was horrible. I think Elvis
could have handled it better.

It was the best thing
that never happened to me.

Have you heard from Elvis at
all, caught up on his news?

Nope. Honestly, boss,
I'm so not interested.

Look, I know he's
a complete tosser but...

But he's your mate. I know.

Yeah, he's a good mate.

Not a good boyfriend, obviously,
but as a mate...

Can we... Can we just get on
with the tour?

I realise he's your mate

but can we just shut the door on
yesterday, please, boss?

Get some shut-eye.
Tomorrow may well be momentous.

Lane?

Lane?

Lane?

Lane, you need to wake up.

- What's happened? What is it?
- They've taken Kicki.

What do you mean?

They smashed their way into
the Kenya Crisis Care base.

She's been taken hostage
by terrorists as yet unknown.

We need to get down there
and calm the situation.

- ASAP, please, Lane.
- Boss.

Right, guys, debus.

We're supporting the Kenyans
with crowd control.

Calm the situation and get these
people away from the med centre.

(Clamouring)

(Shouting)

Lane.

Come.

How could anybody do this?

If you guys hadn't have come,

maybe none of this
would have happened.

Your presence with your guns
has stirred their anger.

We're here to help.

Well, it hasn't helped.
Everything's ruined!

Look...

I don't know how things are
ever gonna get better.

Or how to carry on any more.

Right, guys, in here now!

We'll bring in med re-supplies,
get you back up and running.

- (Fingers whistles)
- House party carnage!

Learn when to keep quiet,
Fingers.

Right, you and Monk go and
get a truck. Bring it down here.

Start loading this up
and get this place cleared ASAP.

- Sir.
- Kingy.

Right, fellas,
you know what to do.

Weapons and helmets down here,
let's get this squared away!

Lane. Captain James.

Intelligence suggests an
Al-Shabaab-inspired group,

but possibly a breakaway faction
working on their own.

MoD up to speed on all events.

Our Special Forces are out
looking already.

We've got to get this facility
up and running today, boss.

People will die
without this care.

(Men joke and laugh)

You're in your own time now.

They've been onto
the Swiss Embassy.

They're trying to
contact her family.

But we're her family.
I'm her family.

You know, this was her life...

We were all that she knew,
all that she cared about.

Without her...

She'll be looking at you
to carry on, Nafula.

Every minute of every day,
she was saving lives.

We're not just gonna let her
life's work go to waste, Nafula.

Let's bring all
the supplies in, yeah?

See as many patients as we can.

They took the computer.

Kicki and others were working
on a database of patients.

How long have you been
working here?

Not as long as Kicki,
but this is my life too.

What's this?

Kicki's Dictaphone.

Maybe it's not broken.

(Raised voices
and pleading on tape)

Is that Kicki?

(Kicki screams and sobs)

(Raised voices
and pleading on tape)

Thank you, Lane.

Boss. She was dictating notes
when they came in.

She had the gumption
to leave it running.

Captain Osman will now pass this
to Kenyan Intelligence.

Where is she?
What are they doing with her?

Undercover Kenyan Special Forces
are embedded in Al-Shabaab.

They'll find out where
she's being kept

and we'll do all we can
to bring her back alive.

(Scoffs)

You don't exactly sound
massively optimistic!

Right. On me.

(Shouting and quarrelling)

They're trying to stop
a flood with...

...I dunno, a fishing net.

We're here to do a job, Lane.

Let's focus on the task in hand.

I don't even know what
that means any more.

(Nafula speaks Swahili)

What can I do?

We need to do a quick
assessment,

divide them into urgent
and non-urgent cases.

Urgent on the right and
we'll try to see them today.

Life-threatening at the front.

We're doing all we can, Nafula.

Mother with babies here.
Go on.

Worse than Manchester Royal
Infirmary on a Friday night.

All right, boys, look,
your Amazon delivery's here.

Guys, how about helping
with the fridge?

And the med kit needs to be
taken into the triage ASAP.

You struggling?

Shut up, Monk.

We had one fridge all the way
through my childhood.

You must have been poor, then,
Dangles.

I always thought
we were quite rich

until I started going out
with Glynis.

- You're joking!
- What's wrong with Glynis, man?

- We've all seen Glynis...
- (All laugh)

Please keep calm.

What is that?

- Is that a Tic-Tac?
- Kicki's idea.

Not everyone, but some people
just need a little pill.

My mother, for a start.

Really?

It seems to keep them quiet
and makes them feel better.

Tic-Tac!

Good "tac-tics", eh, Lane?

Can you ask him
how long he's had this?

(Translates)

(Responds in Swahili)

- Two years.
- Two years.

Right, let's clean it up
and dress it as best we can.

Have you got any antibiotics?
Just flip him over for me.

Going to flip you over, sir.
There you go.

Just hold that nice and tight
for me, there. Thank you.

Keep it down.

Thank you.

(She speaks Swahili)

Thank you.

No. Thank you, Georgie.

Got a kid with a mouthful
of maggots, Medic.

Walking past this kid,
I smiled at him,

and when he smiled back
all these maggots fell out.

Straight up, boss. My dad was
a fisherman. 24-carat maggots.

(Man speaks Swahili)

We're here to help. Calm, calm.

(She speaks Swahili)

OK. Come here.

(Speaks Swahili)

OK. What's your name, darling?

(Nafula translates)

- Jomo.
- Jomo.

- Jono?
- Jomo.

OK, Jomo.

Bit of a pen and ink in the old
north and south, eh, Georgie?

OK.

I'm gonna look after
your son, sir.

Lie back for me, darling.

There you go. Yeah.
Open your mouth.

Your mouth.

Open your mouth for me.

Yeah, the tooth is very loose.
I'm gonna have to extract.

Will you get me
some lignocaine gel, please?

You ever done an
extraction before, Lane?

Erm... only on myself,
but I was seven years old.

I'll pull the tooth out,

then we'll flush the infected
area with saline, OK?

Can I have the forceps, please?

- Need a hand, Lane?
- Yeah, Monk.

- There you go, darling.
- What do you want me to do?

Just hold his head,
very gently, yeah?

- There you go, darling.
- (He moans)

That's good, thank you.

I'll try and get as many
of the maggots out as we can.

OK, keep your mouth wide for me.
OK?

- (He cries)
- That's it.

You're gonna be all right.
Eating crisps in no time.

Shh, shh, shh.

There you go. A few more,
a few more, it's OK.

That's it. There you go.

Right, just keep him
really still, OK?

You're gonna feel
a little tiny bit of pain

and then you're gonna be fine.

Yeah? It's gonna be over.
Yeah? OK.

Thank you. Monk, just hold his
head tight, yeah? Reassure him.

- What?
- Reassure him.

(He beatboxes)

Shh! Reassure him.

♪ She come from Greece,
she had a thirst for knowledge

♪ She studied sculpture
at Saint Martin's College

♪ That's when I...

(He hums)

♪ Caught her eye...

Gauze in. There you go.

Monk, you've stopped singing.

A maggot landed on my hand,
you threw me out of my stride.

GEORGIE:
Did Kicki go home often?

Back to Switzerland? No.

Why?

There's never
a quiet moment in the camp.

How about you?
Do you manage to get back home?

Let's just say that when my
grandfather passed away,

we had an outbreak of malaria.

You didn't go back home?

I couldn't leave Kicki.

You need to sort your work-life
balance out, young lady.

What does that mean?

Seriously, you need to find
some time for you.

But there's work to be done.

Well, are you gonna get married,
have your own family?

That's not for me to decide.

- Your parents?
- No, Allah.

Are you married?

Erm... well, no, I'm engaged.
To a doctor.

He should come out here.
Is he a nice man?

Of course! Wouldn't be marrying
him if he wasn't pretty perfect.

He's perfect?

Yeah.

Yeah, he is, Nafula.
Perfect for me, anyway.

I think I might end up married
to the Kenyan Crisis Care...

like Kicki.

Yeah, but look at Kicki.

Sacrificed everything and...

Life is about sacrifice.

But it shouldn't be about
regret, should it?

No.

- Kicki's watch.
- Mm?

This one.

She was very proud of that.
It was very special.

She said it kept absolute
perfect time,

although she always kept it
five minutes fast.

I need to go and see
Captain James.

Are you all right here on
your own for a sec?

I'm hardly on my own. I've
half the Kenyan Army outside.

Jomo's father had that watch.

Or one like it.

No, I'm pretty sure it
was that one, boss.

It's not in our remit to start
investigating petty theft, Lane.

But it's not exactly petty
theft, though, is it?

He must know something
about her abduction.

Let's get Kenyan Intelligence
to investigate.

- We can't abandon her, boss.
- We're not abandoning her.

But it feels like she's been
abandoned to me.

Then you don't understand.

Our sources are looking at
likely safe houses.

So, are we going to investigate?

Once we've ascertained for sure,
we move in.

Your passion and your
information are appreciated.

As I've already said, Lane,

we're here to do a job
on this camp.

And that job is so colossal
we need to focus on that.

That job will be made a whole
lot easier if we find Kicki.

Thank you, Lane.

There were these clowns in
the cancer ward today.

Clowns?

Yeah, yeah, but we're not
allowed to call them clowns.

Why not?

Well, cos so many people have
clown phobias.

So what do you call them, then?

Er...chuckle monsters.

You taking the piss?

No!

All right, well, I think I might
have a chuckle-monster phobia.

Oh, yeah? Well, I think I might
become a chuckle monster.

Why not?

If we're not careful, life's
gonna slip through our hands

- without us realising.
- What?

What, do you feel like life is
slipping though your hands?

Erm...

Today I do, yeah.

Have you been putting
your sunblock on?

Yeah... the sun's got to me!

Let's just get married.
As soon as I get back.

You serious?

Mm-hm. You know,
I don't want a huge thing.

I'm down for it.

How many babies
are we gonna have?

I'll think about it
and text you.

OK.

- Lane, you decent?
- Gotta go.

- Lane?
- Yes, boss. Come in, boss.

As you were, Lane. I've got
some very interesting intel.

Boss?

An eyewitness saw a Western
woman taken into a dwelling.

- Kicki?
- It's looking hopeful, Lane.

And this individual has been
seen frequenting the place.

Jomo's father.

O Group mission briefing 0600.

Mission briefing?

Need a combat medic.
Full battle.

Well done, Lane.

Thank you, boss.

Gents, sit up!

Relax, guys.

We're about to embark
on an operation to help

Captain Osman and his men.

Kenyan Intelligence have got
eyes on this dwelling.

It's an Al-Shabaab dwelling
known to be frequented

by Mr Sidiq, among others.

He is well known around camp
and has many contacts there,

that's why this morning's
operation needs to be swift,

the element of surprise
on our side.

As the Kenyan Army always do
the morning sweep around town,

our presence will not be
unexpected.

- Any questions?
ALL: No, sir.

ETA two minutes. Focus up, guys.

Prepare to move.

Two alphas. Keep eyes on.

I repeat, keep eyes on.

(Speaks Swahili)

(Rapid gunfire)

(Yelling)

(Barks commands)

Perimeter secure.

We're searching and clearing.
Charlie Fire team on me.

Delta, right-flank it.
Prepare to move... Move!

Lane. Two fatalities here
and attend to this one.

Yes, boss!

Delta Fire team, push up.

Keep your hand pressed down
firmly on your neck for me.

There you go,
keep the pressure on.

Delta Fire team, push up.

Cut!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Charlie team!

Dangles, cover this door.
Mansfield, Monk, on me.

Eyes for hostage.
Check for captive.

One, two, three...

Monk, on me.

Move! Move!

Move!

(Shouting)

- Down, down!
- I'm on you!

Freeze!

- Stand up!
- Get him up! Get up!

- Go onto the balcony!
- Balcony clear.

- Stand up slowly!
- Stand up now!

Stand up now! Get up,
get your hands on your head!

- Put your hands on your head.
- Turn around now!

Brains, turn him to me now.

Red cherry, positive ID.

Right, that's dressed,
that should staunch the bleed.

Let's give you something
for the pain.

Dwelling clear!

Lane, need you.

Jomo.

Jomo. Jomo. Hey, it's all right.
Remember me?

- Remember me, yeah?
- Had to search him

in case he was booby-trapped,
hence his distress.

It's all right. Your father's
all right, I've seen him.

He's alive, they're just taking
him to the police station.

Does he speak English, Lane?

You understand me,
don't you, Jomo?

It's all right.
Let's get you looked after, OK?

Where's your mother?

Dead.

- (Horn sounds twice outside)
- I'll be outside.

All right. We'll take you back
to the camp, with Nafula.

Do you remember Nafula?

They're looking for a lady
from the camp.

Kicki. Do you know Kicki?

Was Kicki here?

Is she still here now?

Where was she?

Boss! Boss!

This is now a crime scene.
No one contaminate anything.

I'll leave the police here
on guard.

Let's get the injured
to hospital.

Kenya Crisis Care ambulance
on the way, boss.

- ETA three minutes.
- Nice one, Kingy.

Right, guys, listen in.
Good work out there today.

If I had to single out
a man of the match,

it'd go to Lance Corporal Lane.

Thanks, boss.

You've always had
a thing for the medic, boss.

- Strike one, Fingers.
- Sorry.

Her interventions led to
the arrest of several

Al-Shabaab figures
in there today.

This is exactly how it
started with Molly.

Strike two, Fingers.

Right, guys, stay here.

Lane, on me.

I'll need to go with him, boss.

If he crashes and there's no one
medical in the ambulance...

You do know he's Al-Shabaab,
Lane?

I need to keep him stable,
get him to the hospital alive.

We can't just let him die, boss,
whoever he is.

Kingy, load up. We're escorting
the ambulance to hospital.

- Boss?
- Lane can't do this on her own.

Mansfield, up front in the
ambulance. Kingy, truck.

Eyes on the ambulance
throughout.

You heard the boss. Let's go!

Good luck, Lane.

(Siren blares)

Right, that's all done.

(Text alert)

Shit.

- (Steady beep)
- Fuck!

- You all right back there?
- He's crashed on me.

Anything I can help with?

Fuck all, mate. Let's just get
him to the hospital ASAP.

Right, come on,
put your foot down.

Slow down. Slow down!

Watch out. Move!

Get to the right.
Get to the right.

(Horn blares)

- What's he doing?
- No idea.

- What's going on?
- Is everybody OK?

Captain Osman,
find out what's going on.

(Speaks Swahili)

(Exchange in Swahili)

What the hell's he doing?

Contact. Yeah.

(Gasps)

Take the doctor.

(Yells)

(Screaming)

(Yelling)

(Grunts)

Has anyone got eyes on Lane?

GEORGIE: I am a British citizen
being held hostage

and will be executed
at sundown tomorrow

if all Al-Shabaab fighters
are not released.

You release our fighters...
or we cut off her head.

The situation has now escalated.

We're soon to be joined by
Special Forces.

(Two gunshots)

What's gonna happen to me now?

Pow!

Please, I'm a medical person. I
can help you and your brothers.

Please. Please!

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