All language subtitles for Our Girl - 03x12 - Episode 12 - Bangladesh Tour.ORGANiC+MTB.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

You all right little man?
What's your name then?

That's Sumon. Inspector Chowdhery's kid.

It's thanks to Bones
he's still got a dad.

So...

they want you out of the way.

It's no secret I have been very
tough with these drug runners.

If we do get this right...

... maybe it is our
chance to be happy again.

Chowdhery's been picked up.

If I confess...

Barsha does not go to jail.

Well, if she didn't know anything,
why would she go to prison?

Hello, little man. Hey.

He makes no statement! Got it?

They've got Sumon. They've got Sumon.

First night with no fatalities,
got to be a good sign.

Doesn't mean we're through it yet.

Shift your arse, wanker.

I love it when you call me that.

It means I know you care.

Any news?

They're taking away the computers,
just in case there's any clues.

- Why would there be clues on the computers?
- I don't know.

I... I don't know anything any more.

I just want my little boy.

I just want my little boy back.

I still need to go to the station.

Rathman doesn't know about Sumon.
I need to be the one to tell him.

Let me come with you.

Barsha, listen to me.

Listen.

We will get Sumon back.

Could you actually
imagine anything worse?

Boss.

I've heard. Well done.

No fatalities last night.

But we've not won the war yet.
I mean, we need to stay vigilant.

Cholera comes in waves.

Well, let's just at least be pleased

that we've got it under
relative control, eh?

Yeah.

I'm going with Barsha to
tell Chowdhery about Sumon.

We need to get the child back.

I know this is a local issue,

- but if we get Special Forces involved...
- Lane.

Please.

Charlie, please.

Hurry up and get better, Geordie.

I'm not actually a Geordie.

Oh, don't give me that "Durham's
different from Newcastle" crap.

Durham is different
from Newcastle, Maiz.

Well, it doesn't sound
too different to me.

Is there any news on Barsha's kid?

It's a police matter.

Yeah, but you don't have
to be Mrs Marple to know

they nicked the kid to make
sure the dad keeps it zipped.

Miss Marple, not Mrs.

Miss Marple.

How do you know she wasn't married?

- Hmm?
- Shouldn't you two be doing PT?

- Yeah, I was just checking up on Ruby.
- Mm-hm.

Go on.

You all right?

Well, I'm not going to die.

Oh, you are, Ruby. Just not for a while.

My mam used to say,

"I always wear clean knickers
in case I get run over."

Why are you telling me that?

Because when you think
you're going to die...

... you kind of want to
have your house in order.

What you trying to tell me?

It doesn't matter.

Put it in, guys.

We're not like some of
those police officers

hiding bellies under stab
vests, we are the British Army.

- Who are we?
- The British Army.

- Who are we?!
- The British Army!

Damn right! Pride of the globe.

Now push!

You going to the police station?

Yeah, but I'm picking Barsha up
from the outreach project first.

I think we should
arrange an escort for you.

Am I not escort enough, Captain James?

Some of my men could go along as well.

We think as it's an
internal investigation,

we should keep British military
involvement to a minimum.

Look, I'm attending as medic.

But if you called Special
Forces in, they'd find the child.

- It won't be too tricky.
- I can't do that while it's a local issue.

- It was my fault.
- There was nothing you could do, Lane.

Look, whoever's got Sumon is
behind the killing of Bones.

That doesn't make it a
local issue in my book.

Take care.

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♪ Oh, the wind was howling
o'er moor and o'er mountain ♪

♪ And wild was the surge
of the dark, rolling sea ♪

♪ When I met about daybreak
a bonnie, wee lassie ♪

♪ Wha asked me the road
and the miles tae Dundee. ♪

Guys, need you focused
and on your game today.

We're preparing the ground
for the new water butts

arriving at the refugee
camp. Understood?

- Sarge.
- Work hard today

and you'll literally be saving lives.

Contaminated water is killing people.

Right. 20 minutes,
get your shit together

- and bring Ruby some breakfast.
- Sarge.

I sing that to him...

... every morning at breakfast.

Who's singing to him this morning?

Hey!

Let's have a look at the patient.

Yous don't need masks,
it's not airborne.

Here you are, mate,
got you some brekkie.

I'm afraid there's no black pudding.

They're discriminating
against us Northerners.

Am I a Northerner, though?

- Cos I was found in Essex, so I was...
- Oh, mate, trust me,

you ain't no Essex boy.

You were found in Essex,
but you're probably like

a proper, like, West Ham
like you, Monkleberry.

If he was found in Essex,

how do you know his mum
didn't come down from Liverpool

- and dump him there?
- Don't tell him he's going to be a Mickey-Mouser!

Come on, Brains. Poor
bastard's dying here.

- I'm on the mend.
- He could be French.

- No offence.
- He's not going to take offence to that.

He just been called a Scouser, Maiz.

- Why is everyone sending for me?
- Hello!

You're soldiers on a
mission. Truck, now.

Sarge.

- See you in a bit, Rube.
- Get better, bro.

- Cheers, man.
- Love you, Ruby!

Boss.

I'm going to collect Lane
from the police station.

Everything OK?

I shouldn't have let her go unescorted.

Any chance of a shave and a tidy-up?

What's happened?

Tell me.

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Can you wait outside with the officer?

I think they need a minute.

What's happened?

They've taken our boy!

That's what's happened!
Look what you've done to me!

They've taken him?

The police are out searching for him.

It should have been you.

They wanted you dead.

We're waiting for the
kidnappers to get in contact.

What did they want?

You.

Then they can have me.

They can have me. You tell
them to bring Sumon back,

they can have me and feed
me to the bloody dogs!

Barsha...

... forgive me?

Not until I get my son back.

What are they doing to bring him back?

I want to retract my statement.

If I don't say a word...

... they won't hurt him.

It's the only way to keep him alive!

Captain Das!

Das!

I was forced to make
that statement, tortured.

I don't know any of the names
these people made me sign.

I'm retracting my statement.

There's my chin.

You couldn't have waited till
he'd finished my hair, boss?

Stick your beanie on, you'll be fine.

Jamila Khan?

It's OK, it's OK, we're friendly forces.

We need to get you to
the British Embassy.

Am I in trouble?

Does my mum hate me?

Well, to be honest, I think
she's going to be relieved

- to see you alive and kicking.
- It was Afia.

I didn't even know anything about Syria.

Am I going back home?

Look, it's our job to get
you to the Embassy, OK?

They just bought me here.
They said that I was to marry.

I need you to get into this.

It's just like I'm
giving you a piggy back.

I'll show you how to get
in and fold your knees, OK?

We need to get you to safety
without you being spotted.

Come on.

That's it. One foot at a time.

Nice and slowly, good. And
turn around when you get in, OK?

If I say nothing, they
won't hurt our son.

They'll keep him safe if I don't.

But the names you have
given us already...

Begun, Hassan, Majeeb.

These three are the key to stopping

the yaba distribution
throughout Bangladesh!

Well, I'll deny it.

Deny it in court.

Say they tortured me
to sign a statement.

I will do whatever it
takes to save our son.

He's right.

The boy's their insurance
to keep him quiet.

Until they get a chance to kill him.

Georgie!

Barsha!

Barsha!

Oh, fuck.

Georgie! Georgie, speak to me!

Georgie, tell me where the pain is!

I can't move you until you
tell me where the pain is!

Barsha!

Medic!

Medic!

Doris is doing my canister in now.

Yeah, they're supposed to do that
when they're pregnant, aren't they?

Look, I told her we're five
hours ahead, so she goes to me,

"Well, if you're five hours
ahead, then you'll know

when the baby's born before me."

She sounds like a keeper, Monk.

Hey, how many godparents
are you allowed?

Cos I'm thinking maybe you could
have the whole of two section.

No! Cos this baby's ain't
getting a christening.

Not with the name she's
got in her nut to call it.

Oh, has Daenerys gone?

Change of plan.

She wants to go with...

Harry.

After Prince Harry or something?

It's not that bad, is it, Monk?

Harry Monk? Are you having a laugh?

Harry Monk... spunk.

Guys! Bomb's gone off
at the police station.

Full combat, let's move.

Debus!

OK?

Kingy!

I'm escorting Lane to
the hospital, all right?

I need you to secure
the area and call it in.

Boss. Shit.

Right, guys, fan out
and secure the area.

Fingers, send the ten liner.

10:36.

Grid reference, 44326, 44326.

Vicinity, police compound.

Sir.

What were you...

How come you were there?

I shouldn't have let you go.

Hey, it's all right.

- Hold me.
- Hey,

it's OK.

Charlie, for fuck's sake, hold me.

I could have died.

I should have died.

Maybe I did die.

All right, Lane.

Don't go nuts on me.

Hmm?

It's like...

I went through this,

some sort of...

I don't know, portal.

What?

I don't... I don't know.

But I could have died.

I'm not fighting it any more, Charlie.

There isn't enough time.

Hey.

Lane...

- ... you know how I feel.
- I know, I know.

And I've been...

I've been fighting my
feelings for so long, Charlie.

I've been letting my past bury me.

Let's get this tour out of the way.

Yeah.

OK.

So, tell me again what you guys were
hoping to do with your down time?

- Maldives.
- Kilmarnock.

Maldives will have to wait, sir.

Job's just come in.

How do I look?

A million dollars.

How are the others?

Captain Das is fine.

He's being stitched up, but he'll be OK.

What about Barsha?

Her injuries are
significant, but she'll be OK.

Chowdhery wants to co-operate

and you'll be pleased to hear
that Special Forces are en route.

Once we've got this up and running,

reckon we're done here, yeah, Kingy?

I say we do what we're
told when we're told, Monk.

Although, no new
deaths last night, so...

Just keen to get home now.

Any more daft names today?

I don't even care any more, Brains.

I just can't actually wait
to meet the little sprog

and he's not even born yet.

I just keep thinking what
he's going to sound like

when he starts talking.

Mate, I'm going to love it.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

Everyone's pleased to have
Special Forces on board.

Well, with an explosion that size,

we're lucky there was no loss of life.

Any forensics?

We're confident we
know who made the bomb.

My guys are out on close
terrain observation now.

And the truck?

False plates, as expected.

Now, you have a soldier

with family in Singpa, I believe?

Briefing your guys at 0600 hours.

I know you're looking at me.

As if.

Is Maisie short for anything?

My dad once told me it
was short for amazing.

I believed him and I told my teacher...

... who laughed in my face.

I'm calling you Amazing from now on.

Is Rab short for anything?

AdoRABle!

Night, Amazing.

Night, Adorable.

Oh, shut the fuck up!

Strike, Monk!

Hi.

Are you OK?

The guys filled us in what had happened.

Yeah, just laceration. I got lucky.

- How are you feeling?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Better.

Had my first solid
poo since Brize Norton.

I'm not your mother, Ruby.

No, I know. It's just

my way of saying that I'm
ready to go back to work.

Well, your test results
are coming in the morning

so we'll see.

Something on your mind?

No, nothing, nothing.

Ruby.

Whatever it is you want to
tell me, you can tell me.

It's between us.

No-one is going to bat an eyelid anyway.

At what?

That you're gay.

You know, I wish it was
as straightforward as that.

I have a girlfriend, Bex.

We've been together

four years.

On weekend leave,

I was in the pub with my pal, Jenkzi,

and we ended up...

... snogging.

Jenkzi,

he's a lad?

Yeah.

So basically, I haven't
got a clue what I am.

You're the first person I've told.

Do you know what?

In life, I think there's
no black, there's no white.

I'm the grey in the middle,

like the rest of my life.

One question.

Was it a good snog?

I'm afraid to say...

... it was fucking excellent.

Well, there you go.

Right.

Rest.

Oh, and thank you.

For what?

For trusting me.

Sometimes you have to be brave.

Hi.

Right, everyone, listen up.

Intelligence suggests that
the child is being kept

in one of seven locations.

Each pose significant dangers.
Now, I'm not overly concerned

about danger to us, but we
need to extract the child alive.

The child's safety is key
to Chowdhery's confession.

This is the location we
need to get the child to.

It's part of a lemon grass plantation.

We can then control the entire locale

and use helicopters to extract.

The other locations
are in built-up areas.

So we need them to feel like
those locations are compromised.

- Is that... ?
- Your uncle, yeah.

I've never actually met him,
but I've seen photos of him.

Trust me, it's your uncle.

He runs a small garment factory
17km south-west of Singpa.

Near the factory is a spice shop.

One of our seven possible target houses.

You are going to pay your uncle a visit

and scope out that
spice shop for the kid.

- Richards, you're driving.
- Boss.

And if the child's there?

You call it in. Nothing else.

So, all of these seven locations
will be under close observation.

A, B, C, D,

E, F and G.

Each of these locations pose
threat to life were we to extract.

So we need to flush them out

and get them to take Sumon to
the lemon grass plantation here.

Until the child arrives at
the plantation, we do nothing.

Any questions?

No, sir.

I'm only here because it's an order.

You love me now I'm in Special Forces.

Sounds like my uncle's a bit of
an important person in the town.

How do you work that one out?

Got his own factory.

Maybe he could give you a job.

I had an holiday job in a factory once.

Seal-wrapping chicken portions.

Never eaten chicken since, but
I don't want to talk about it.

- Thank God for that.
- The things some of the lads did

- with the chicken...
- Oi, I thought you weren't talking about it!

This is Zero. What's
your location, Oscar Bravo?

Oscar Bravo to Zero,

- 20 minutes from Singpa, over.
- Roger that. Out.

What if the child is there?

Well, we do exactly what Blue said:

flush him out and get him to
the lemon grass plantation.

Well, he's right, it's
easier to control this area,

and there's a place for
a helicopter to land.

Mm-hmm.

Hi!

- It's not too shabby here, Maize.
- Yeah, it's so nice.

Erm...

I think its either...

that one or...

- one of these two.
- Here comes your uncle.

- Ah!
- Is that him?

Yeah. Clock the schnozz.

Striking family resemblance.

Welcome.

Come. Welcome.

Eat, eat!

You need to explain
you're not Prince Harry.

They know I'm not Prince Harry.

They just think he's my best mate.

It got lost in translation
from my grandma.

You're grandma speaks the same language!

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What's he saying?

He's just asking if you like the rice.

Mm, lovely.

You need to ask about lemon grass.

Already been discussed.
Post-meal promenade.

Sorted.

Fazel Enterprises.

This is the family empire.

You better not retire just yet, Rab.

Come on. Spice shop, eh?

Come on.

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Ah, come.

Lemon grass.

OK?

Child. Peanut, call it in.

Charlie to zero. 4x4 has
pulled up at location D.

No eyes on. Bug and device in place.

Confirm, child present. I say again,

child present, over.

Roger that. Stay in place. Out.

We need to compromise
the other locations

and wait for the boy to be moved.

Do you think the green is
a different green out here?

Seems more green than England green.

Well, I wanted somewhere special and...

... memorable.

Will you marry me, Maiz?

- I mean it.
- No, you don't!

- Maisie, please, will you marry me?
- We haven't even kissed!

We've not even kissed
and you want to marry me?!

- Well, are there rules?
- Yeah.

Yeah, there are.

Private Kalil.

What the fuck?!

Private Kalil, make your
way to the vehicle now.

- Bye!
- Thank you.

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Royalty! See?

He remembered.

Bye!

Private Kalil, you're on
an observation mission.

You'll meet a local agent who'll
be posing as your supervisor.

Richards, you're back to barracks.

Oh, er,

I'm, er, definitely
going to get you a ring.

I just wanted to make sure
you said yes before, like,

I spunked all my money on a decent one.

We're not getting married.

But the kiss wasn't shit.

I knew it.

Delta fire team to Oscar one. Movement.

Photos to follow.

Confirm, target is on the move.

The child is on the move.

Local authorities are
currently compromising

all other locations,
including the spice shop,

so they'll have no
option but to take him

to the lemon grass plantation.

So, from Chowdhery's initial
statement, we had names.

Names that were already significant
with Bangladeshi Special Forces.

Corporal Lane.

Chowdhery got involved
with the importing

and distribution of yaba from Myanmar.

He was recruited to receive the
drugs while corrupt officials

smuggle them across the
border with the refugees.

His intentions were to use the
money to support the refugee camp.

Robin Hood, if you like.

When he realised he was in too deep,

he tried to cease his involvement,

and the people who was
making money through him

weren't happy about that.

Chowdhery would deliver the drugs to...

... this man, Begun.

He would then take them to... Hassan.

And he was working for Majeeb.

Chowdhery thinks that he's the boss,

the man behind everything.

Local dignitary, Babu Aktar.

Aktar controls most of the
drugs coming into this area.

His brother controls Dhaka.

Aktar is a rich man,

supposedly because of his plantation,

but the distribution of the
lemon grass was the perfect cover

for the transporting of the yaba
around the country and beyond.

Until the child arrives at
the plantation, we do nothing.

Once the target is located,
we extract in our fire teams:

Delta in the helicopter,

Oscar and Bravo fire teams,
you await local forces

to secure the house as crime scene

and then a second vehicle
will be sent to collect you.

Emergency extraction by the river.

Canoes will be placed
along the river banks

at these three locations.

We're getting him back.

Alive.

Thank you.

Thank me once we've got
your little boy back.

And we will get him back.

Lane.

Yeah?

I think you should be staying here.

I'm the only one who knows the child.

- I think maybe it's become too personal for you...
- You heard what he said:

it's a straightforward extraction,
but I feel like I need to be there

in case anything goes wrong.

We're getting him back.

Yeah. We are.

Right, let's move.

Right, guys, lids on.

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- Ruby, how are you feeling?
- Buzzing.

First action.

Action is the last thing we need.

Put the child in danger.

You OK?

Yeah.

I need you to be careful
on this one, all right?

Yeah, you too.

As soon as that child is
extracted, I want you in the MERT.

I know what I'm doing.

Eyes on Monk.

Call it in.

Boss. 800 metres north, approaching.

This is zero. Please confirm that's
you approaching from the north, over.

Oscar one, confirming.
'Tis I approaching,

like Lawrence of fucking Arabia.

Who's that?

It's all I've ever really wanted.

No way!

Hey, he's beautiful, man!

I could so go a cup of char right now.

Awaiting confirmation the child's
in the compound, then we move.

Roger that.

Charlie one to zero. Confirm, confirm.

The child is now in target building.

Six bogies, plus four guards.

Thakur with child.

Confirm, Thakur with child, over.

All call signs on me.

Delta, initiate. Medics standing by.

All fire teams,
diversionary on the windows,

support helicopter on
standby two minutes away.

Oscar fire team away,
Delta fire team away. Out.

Prepare to move, guys.

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Launch phase one.

Move.

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Initiate phase two.

Clear!

Clear!

Door on the right!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Man down! Man down!

Medic!

- Get them clear!
- Medic!

Medic! Man down!

All call signs on me: man down!

Right, It's going off. Let's move.

Move right.

Kingy, continue clearing.

Fingers. Fingers. Fingers. Ruby!

On me, now!

Fingers! Can you hear me?

- Yeah?
- Kalil! Hold.

Sir, it's all right, she's talking.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Medic!

Medic!

Medics scramble, over.

It's all right. I've
got you. I've got you.

Going to get you to hospital.

Mummy's going to be waiting for you, OK?

I've got you. Look after him.

He's all Barsha's got, OK?

Be careful.

There you go. There you go, darling.

Bye, darling. Bye.

- How you doing Richards?
- Rab?

Yeah.

She's all right, Rab.

I'm only winded.

- Is she, medic?
- Let's get you up so we can see.

Get this off.

My tooth!

Medic, my tooth!

Lucky I still believe
in the tooth fairy.

Location secured.

Thakur terminated.

Sumon's been evacuated. It's all good.

He killed one of our own.

It was always going to happen.

Right, well, it's a crime scene now.

We'll leave you to hand
over to the local forces.

Right.

Let's secure the area and call it in.

OK.

Kilmarnock, here I come.
Oh, lock up your grannies!

Shall we?

Primary recovered,
compound secure. Over.

Bit late to the party, boys.

- Boss!
- What is it, Kingy?

Get down, guys!

Boss, bogeys approaching
fast. Heavily armed.

How many, Kingy?

Four vehicles, at least 20 men.

I mean, we could try and hold
defensive positions here, but...

- If they've got RPGs...
- Exactly.

Right, guys, we leave out back,

through the thicket,
we escape by the river.

They'll think we've
left in the helicopter.

- How are our walking wounded?
- We're fine, boss.

Let's move! Move!

Go on.

Sergeant.

Keep moving guys! Keep moving!

- Keep it moving!
- Move it!

The river's to the
west! We head that way!

Move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa, whoa!
- Jesus!

What do we do now, boss?

- Hey, eyes on.
- Eyes on, boys.

We've got no other option, have we?

We can't go back.

Right, guys.

Ten paces back!

Drop any daysacks, sling your weapons.

You're getting that tooth
fixed before the wedding.

Yo, Brains, I don't think
I can jump. I'm a dad.

Let's go. Come on.

Prepare to move, guys.

Move!

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