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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?

No, nothing's ever straightforward
in Aleppo. Not any more.

Do we know the target?

Final brief to be opened en route.

But as you're here, it may be 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.

And see,

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

You're the only massive twat.

She's been posted in to
Special Reconnaissance Regiment.

Private Maisie Richards.

Deployed with us because she topmarked
on her advanced driving course.

She's driving us... middle
vehicle with full medical kitout.

Fully kitted?

So they clearly need us
to keep this target alive.

Well, 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 to move.

Right, listen in... target not a child.

Politician. AKA "Mighty Oak".

Is he government or rebel?

Does it matter?

We dunno who the good
guys are no more, boss?

Get your lids on, fellas.

Georgie.

They tell me we had your helmet
specially made, didn't we, Peanut?

Biggest head in the Army.

We've all gotta have
something we can be proud of.

Boss... target building
hundred 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 activity picking up RPG movement.

Route no longer secure.

Abort! Abort!

- Boss...?
- He said abort. So abort!

I can see the target buildings there...

- I can get us back safe.
- How?

We 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!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Mighty Oak secured, extracting now.

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

- Stay sharp, everyone!
- Hello, sir, my name's Georgie.

We're getting you to
a hospital in Cyprus.

You're going to be all right!

Prepare to medevac from RV point.

Multiple injuries.

Possible head injuries.

Vital signs not good.

Pulse faint.

One CatA.

Urgent medevac required.
Nineliner wait out.

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

Prepare to shock.

Clear! Shock!

Sniper 100 yards, right.

Yeah, I've 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 I do that, we'll all be dead.

- 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.

If we go over a IED
and get redmisted...

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'll never 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.

Yeah, well, I don't believe
that and neither do you.

I'm using my brain, Elvis.

Cos I've fucking got one.

- Synced and corrected by chamallow -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Well, he's got a Mercedes...

But noone's ever heard of him.

Well, is he Lula's boyfriend or
is he like 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?
- Yeah.

Please.Thanks.

And two slices of that as well, please.

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

- YOU didn't.
- Yeah... Because I was odd.

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...

I 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.

- Are you talking about this earthquake?
- Yes,

emergency relief team
just being assembled.

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.

- Yep.
- Both extraordinary...

valuable assets to the regiment but...

There's always a but with you, boss.

- One might need your mentoring.
- Go on.

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?

Look, I know you care about
the welfare of the guys.

A holistic approach, if you will,
rather than barking orders...

who, the Asian lad?

No.

Her.

Private Maisie Richards.

You can handle her.

- So what's Colchester like, then, Richards?
- Shit hole.

Yeah? I quite liked it
when I was stationed there.

Yeah, you didn't have
to grow up there, though.

True.

- Were your parents in the forces?
- Yeah.

Parcelforce.

- You trying to be funny, Richards?
- No,

my dad was a postie.

Till he killed a dog.

And do we want to know about this?

I do!

Always carried a dog knife
with him on his rounds,

then one day... bosh.

He reckoned it was him or the dog.

He became "Colchester's
most hated" on Facebook.

Right, let's crack on, shall we?

Indeed.

Come on, Brains...

How come everyone's asking
Maisie about Colchester

and noone's seen fit
to ask me about Leeds?

Everyday sexism!

Right, guys, listen in for a moment.

This is Major Thapa
from the Nepalese Army.

Good day, men. Ladies.

We're going to be heading a couple
of hundred kilometres from here,

nearer the epicentre of the earthquake,

where sections of this 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'll be injuries and bodies.

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

Thousands have been affected
and it comes frighteningly soon

after the massive earthquake of 2015.

It's going to 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.

Did you hear about the
earthquake in Leeds?

Caused a million pounds'
worth of improvements.

Right, on me, Richards.

Peak for you, mate...

Did you hear what Captain James said?

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

Is this about Syria?

Are you still sore about that?

I have been charged with
mentoring you on this mission.

- I heard.
- Right, so let's cut the attitude

and 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 going to reflect badly on me...

And that ain't happening.

Got it?

Right, back to Sergeant King.

Now.

Move!

Seems like whole villages have gone.

Looks like we're going
to be busy, boss man.

Right, guys, listen in.

We're alighting here and
completing our journey on foot.

The roads are impassable so we'll
be carrying all our supplies.

- Understood?
- Sir.

So what religion are
they round here, then?

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

- Um, what am I, then?
- Shades, mate, shades.

- Christians, aren't they?
- Hindu.

Massive majority. 10% Buddhist...

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

It's also 5% Muslim.

Needed to know my brothers
had a presence here.

- Hey, Monk.
- Trust me!

I did a project on Mount
Everest in Year Seven.

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

- Day off you'd be up anything.
- If you play your cards right, sugar tits.

- Oi, any Methodists, Rab?
- No, mate, you've all been wiped out.

Aw! 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, on me.

Right, guys, be careful here.

Don't let the villagers take anything.

Guys, keep hold of your supplies
until 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 the inoculations
need to be kept cold.

No power. Sourcing a new generator.

You going to let me help, then?

- It's not heavy.
- So I can take it.

So can I . Thank you.

Right, guys, medical
supplies taken in here...

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

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 they crack on digging latrines.

- Risk of infection is...
- 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 for me. Stop the bleed.

That's it.

No... not too hard. Yeah. Perfect.

Hi, sir, my name's Georgie
and you're gonna be OK.

Can you 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 for us.
- Which one was that?

The handsome dude who
speaks perfect English.

I need to turn him on his
side to check for lacerations.

On three. One, two, three.

That's it, 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 on this mission

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 some pain relief,
but he needs a lot more than that.

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.

Going to 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, or something?

Cardboard box, left in the
woods, as far as I can make out.

Once you're gone, you're gone.

Why would you give a monkeys what
happens to you when you're dead?

Dignity?

Why would 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 off! Get away from me now.

Guys, some respect, please.

Guys, keep hydrated,
it's very important.

Maisie, on this, please. Cheers.

- 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.

17?

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.

Tara?

There's got to be more we can do.

And can I sponsor them, too?

You're already helping.

- That's why you're here.
- Yeah, but who's looking after them?

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

Are they, you know...

We all do what we can.

We're looking for a building
we can rehouse them in

on a temporary basis
but most of the 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.

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.

Think I'll 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.

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

Come on. Sarge.

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

Honestly, hate it.

Love my phys, but football?

Crap sport played by thick tossers.

You can't watch badminton
all day long, though.

I don't watch it, I play it.

I would smash you at badders.

You talk the talk, but can
you hack it with the racket?

Whoa. He used to play for
West Ham. Be careful, Rab.

- Juniors.
- More than you'll ever do, Fingers.

Oi! Put them down, please.

She's just tying 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.

Chill out, Kingy.

It's good to encourage her.

She's a sweetheart.

Hi, Tara.

I need you to find all the
other kids for a health check.

A very quick health check.

You understand?

I need a couple of
volunteers. Do you mind?

No, go for it.

Richards, Kalil.

On me, please.

What's your name?

- Nimissa.
- Nimissa.

How old?

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

- So you speak Nepali, English...
- And Hindi.

And Chinese.

Ni hao. Ni hao ma. Jin tian hen mei.

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 need to be photographed

and each name attached to
the photo for reference.

Tara, you help me with the names, yeah?

- Come on, Maisie.
- What?

Don't just give one kid all the sweets.

She'll share 'em 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 'em cabbage,
I'll give 'em sweets.

Get on, Richards.

Now. Next.

Thank you.

Tara, ask this lad if he's ever
had any problem with his ears,

and if he's been examined by a doctor.

So you must know a bit of Indian?

I'm Pakistani.

Schoolboy error.

Punjabi. And I don't speak it brilliant,

much to the shame of my grandparents.

OK, and does he get a lot of earaches?

OK.

Well, tell him we'll get him checked.

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

Richards, come here, please.

Right. Look into this lad's ear.

Significant signs of an
ear infection. Can you see?

Yeah, I think so.

Right, when you're examining children,

always check the eyes are clear.

Look at my finger.

And always check the
ears and the throat.

If you do notice something

that doesn't look normal
or healthy, refer them.

Here you go.

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.

Erm, says the guy who
just shat his combats.

All right, guys,

grab your gear, head back and
get scrubbed up as best you can.

Sarge.

Whoa! That was mental.

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

We've sent up some temp showers.

What, 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,
Tara. It's dangerous.

- But I 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'll call it in, boys.

- There's just been an aftershock, it's dangerous.
- Hello, Zero Alpha,

- this is Alpha 40.
- There's a tiny gap, I can get through.

No, just wait for the cavalry.

I'm just going to
investigate. Fucking hell.

We need to get the
building propped first.

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

rather than waiting six hours
for health and safety bollocks.

No, no, tell her to wait! Mais...

- Fingers, look at this.
- My God!

Great... now, she's saving goats.

Wonder how she's going
to top this tomorrow.

You're not taking that home,
Richards. Is that understood?

Well, what if I get it
a pet passport, boss?

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

What you saying, bruv?

Maybe you should have
waited, as instructed.

Look, I heard a cry

and I thought it was a baby,

and I stuck my hand in
and I pulled this out.

I'm sorry, Corporal. I wasn't being
defiant, I was just trying to...

Look, I just thought,

"What would Lane do in
these circumstances?"

And I decided you'd save the baby.

Yeah, 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.

Yeah, your family don't
exactly have a good track record

when it comes to domestic animals.

Mate, I love a curried goat.

Should probably 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 China!

That's on the other
side of the world, bro.

- Wow.
- No, it ain't, pal.

It's just the other side
of them there mountains.

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

Hey, India just there,

China just there.

I'll make him right.

Wait, wait, wait. So we're, like, wedged

between China and India?

My favourite two takeaways.

Correct.

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

You 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.

- Have you given it a name yet?
- Lose the goat, Richards.

- You heard the boss.
- Pardon?

Lose the goat.

Good work today, guys.

We'll sort some scoff and
then get some shuteye.

Another busy day tomorrow.

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

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

Medic?

Guys, personal hygiene is crucial.

All right? 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?
- Sarge.

I could do without any of
you presenting in the sickbay.

And I want the kit guarded at all times.

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

Right, Fingers,

on the rations.

- There you go.
- Thanks a lot.

- There you are, my love.
- Thank you.

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 going to be
standing by Christmas?

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

And not abandoning hope.

I get that, Rab.

You bought a badminton set, then, Rab?

Are you, like, seriously
good at it, Rab?

Yeah, I thought that
was just the Japanese.

Chinese, but, hell, let's not
be too culturally sensitive here.

The Chinese are good at it?

What about you nip across the border
and borrow us a couple of rackets?

Will do.

I'm sticking my money on Rab
for this one. Sorry, Monk.

Right, guys, no time
for phys this morning.

Crack on, get something to eat,

and then we're disposing of
the rest of the bodies ASAP.

Richards, Kalil,

once you've eaten, I want
you to jog up to the top road

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

The digger is on its
way, apparently. Boss.

We need that generator.

- The drugs are no good without it.
- Boss.

Right, guys, let's get going.

- Our generator!
- My generator.

You're bringing it into the
village, yeah? For Milan?

It will take too long
to clear this road.

I can sell it to another village.

No, we need this, matey.

It ain't going anywhere.

I haven't been paid.

Well, don't worry about
that, 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 'em.

But for that...

I'm going to need the keys to your truck

and drive the genny in myself.

How you going to do that?
That's the only road in.

Keys, and we got ourselves a deal.

The fuck you doing, Mais?

- What's the worst that could happen?
- We could die.

- And get courtmartialled.
- You should have joined the Navy,

you big wuss. Get in.

Just don't do anything too nuts, Mais.

Fucking hell, now she's
going all Resident Evil on me.

I am getting you mentioned
in despatches, you melon.

- The angle's way too steep.
- No, I reckon we could do this, Rab.

- I don't like the "we" in that.
- I'm going to need you for ballast.

Get in!

Now!

Come straight through.

Boss?

We really need to get these trauma
patients evacuated to hospital.

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

So do what you can, please, Lane.

You're Indian, Rab...

tell 'em to relax. I
know what I'm doing.

- I'm Pakistani.
- Well, they'll understand you more than me.

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.

You've just got to hold on tight.

- If it was a piece of piss, then we...
- It's not going to topple at 45 degrees

so long as we keep a bit of speed up.

You ready?

Nope.

Good stuff.

My head!

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Got the genny in!

Smashed it!

Yes!

Come on!

What happened to you?

- Window licking.
- What?

He banged his head, but
he never lost consciousness.

Sit over there.

Does it need
stitching? I hate needles.

Get an infection in
that, and you could die.

Anyway, a scar's going to look cool

when you're getting your
Queen's award for gallantry.

I'll tell you what she's done 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 twoshoes is
sticking her schnozz in.

Got your genny in.

Shut up and listen for once.

Yes, you got the generator in,

instead of waiting ten
minutes for a digger.

Teamwork, Maisie. Discipline.

Sharpen up or go home.

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

What?

I risk my arse getting the
muchneeded generator into the village,

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

Then leave and join the fucking circus.

Have you sorted her out, Lane?

Well, I tried, boss. Let's see.

Hey, you, are you in charge?

I need my money.

I thought you Brits,

- if you shook on a deal...
- Right, 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 into the village.

- 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, Mais?

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

What?

They're fuming

that you offered a local
guy some extra money.

Medic reckons it's going
to come out your wages.

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

They are perfect, aren't they?

Have you updated your profile pic
yet, Rab? Show off your war wounds?

Soon as I get internet, mate... bosh.

What are you going to say happened?

The truth, I was attacked by a tiger.

They don't have tigers round 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 than...?

Yes.

Mind you, I feel like that half
the time, and I'm from Manchester.

But I guess our problems
are tiny compared to...

- First World problems.
- Exactly.

We have to have armed
guards on humanitarian aid.

Well, 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.

But, then, what if it
happens all over again?

Then, we rebuild again.

I just... I don't know
how you survive here.

We see another world on our phones.

And, of course, people
want to go 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.

Right, tell her we're going to give...

Tell her we're going
to give her something

to make her feel more comfortable. Yeah?

She says she can't see. Blind.

OK. Well, we'll get an eye expert

to check if there's
any permanent damage.

But in the meantime, I'm going
to flush her eye out with water.

Has it started to clear?

Can't fault your timing.

She can see your light.

That's got to be a good sign.

Now, I need you to use your influence

to arrange for an eye
specialist to come and visit.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

I'm going to have to go
and access some more diesel

- for the generator.
- Good.

I could do without the fridge going
off in the middle of the night.

Richards?

- Back later.
- Here.

You rang, m'lud?

Richards, escort Tara
back with the other kids.

Milan needs to go and 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.

A 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 you going to be when
you grow up, then, Tara?

Married, children.

You, right, could do anything...

absolutely anything with your life.

Now, 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 daytoday.

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've got bigger fish to fry.

You're going to 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?

So what happened to the diesel?

You need to get back to your
quarters and get your head down.

You going off on a moonlight
walk with Mr LoverLover?

Move, Richards, now.

Some fucking mentor.

Let's pretend I never
heard that, Richards.

- Some fucking deaf mentor.
- I suggest you 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?
- Yeah, it's just that girl. She 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.

Quakeresilient 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?

Erm...

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.

We could go inside and take a look?

A quick one?

What's all that about?

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

Drop, cover, hold on!

Whoa!

Me hand!

Guys, is everyone OK?

What the fuck's going on, boss?

It might be another earthquake.

Is everyone here?

Get down!

Milan?

Milan?

Milan?!

I can't find the medic, boss.

- 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 saying you want to?