All language subtitles for Our Girl Nigeria Belize And Bangladesh Tours - 05. Episode 5 720p WEB-DL HEVC H265 BONE-eng

He stepped on some kind of trap.

Take the guys to the RV point,
sort out the medevac.

You know our grid reference.
I'll stay with the boss.

Right, guys, on me.
We'll move to the village.

There was a signal there 20 minutes
ago, so they haven't moved yet.

You don't have Elvis any more.
Well, you've still got Molly.

We've got each other, maybe.

Stay down, medic!

Rescue Zero. This is Zero Alpha.

Emergency medical evacuation
urgently required.

You will be having
a new commanding officer.

Carry on, Captain McClyde.

Come on, move it!

You'd better hurry up and move,
medic! I'm caught, I'm caught!

If you don't move,
I will start firing.

Did your mum drop you on your head
when you were a kid?

Kalil, get up!

Do not leave him behind!

Move ahead.

Why are you always last?

I cannot afford to take liabilities
on tour.

This ain't the Girl Guides.

What would you rather be doing,
medic,

skipping around, doing whatever the
hell it is Girl Guides do? No, sir.

No? No, sir.
Well, it's about all you're fit for!

Each and every one of you is
a cluster-gobble

in your own unique way.

So, kill yourselves if you want to,

but I'm not going to let you
endanger my life

or the lives
of any of the other men.

They aren't fit for service,
are they?

Which is a problem
cos we're on tour in 48 hours.

We're all going on the tour,

but one of you will be going home
at the end of the week,

the one I deem has not risen
to the standard required,

and don't think
it won't be you, medic.

Cos I can get another medic
at a second's notice.

I promise you at least one of you
will be going home.

We've got two new soldiers
joining us in Bangladesh.

Kingy, is it true two other guys
are joining us out there

and one of us is being sent home?
It is, yeah.

Get some rest.

I'll Ray by Kasabian.

The guys signed a card for you.

What, you couldn't find a stamp?

Do you know how much stamps
cost these days?

It's cheaper for me to drive
down here and hand deliver it.

You, erm...

You didn't reply to any of my texts.

You off on tour?
Er, yeah. Yeah, Bangladesh.

It's a joint training exercise.

Little shits!

I'm, erm...

I'm going to speak to the Brigadier
about my medical discharge.

Good.

Why have you been ignoring me?
Charlie, please.

What? I didn't want
to complicate things.

Molly, Elvis, everything.

An e-mail from Molly.

Like I said in Belize,

she's not sure we should be spending
the rest of our lives together.

What about you?

Well...

I'm not sure either.

But then I think you know
how I feel.

You need to be with Molly, OK?
I... I can't get in the way.

Georgie, people change.
I need to fight this, Charlie.

Fight what exactly?
Yourself? Your conscience?

I'm struggling
with the same things here.

I wish I'd just forked out
for a stamp.

Georgie! What? What, Charlie?
Could you ever love me?

If I was a free agent,
if the circumstances...

I need not to see you.

Not until Molly...

I need not to see you.

It's for the best.

Best for both of us.

Can you promise me that?

Yeah.

Go!

That's it.

Steady on, Bolt. Go!

Lane, in line, in line!
Get those knees low!

Stand up, guys.

Sorry I ain't got
those white gloves on, sir.

2-Section, 'shun!

About turn.

How are they looking, Sergeant King?
Fitter than a butcher's dog, boss.

Right, take your top off, Monk.
What?

Kalil, you can leave yours on.

Under Captain James, they were
flabby and it was disgusting.

I don't do flabby, I do washboard.
Put your shirt on, soldier.

I am a washboard officer
and I expect nothing less.

I want washboard soldiers.
Some of you most decidedly aren't.

But those that aren't
will be plucked out

and replaced with those that are.

Yes, thank you, McClyde.

OK, guys, relax.

- So, how was your first night
in Bangladesh? - Sir.

Information packs will be
in your quarters.

To be studied before our in-country
brief. Let's get ahead of the curve.

The situation along the Myanmar
border continues to be volatile.

Cultural sensitivity required.

So, if any of you morons let us
down, I shall be unforgiving.

We'll be doing a training exercise
with the Bangladeshi army,

prior to working
in a refugee outreach project.

Then your VIP reception, sir.

It's not my VIP reception, Captain.

Carry on.

2-Section, 'shun!

Right, welcome to
a mosquito-infested shithole.

The Bangladeshi army's got
a lot of manpower

and absolutely zero skill

but I doubt the Brigadier put that
in your information packs.

I told my Doris we were staying
at the Bangladesh Hilton.

It's like my old Scout hut.
Were you in the Scouts, Brains?

Of course he was. So were you!

I saw the photo on the mantelpiece.

Brace up, the boss is on his way.

Right, has everybody read
their information packs?

Boss. Bullshit!

Has anybody read
their information packs?

Yes, boss. You don't count.

You read yours, King?

Have you read your information pack,
Sergeant King?

I have, sir.

You have.

What did Bangladesh use
to be called?

East Pakistan. And before that?

India.

Well done. On me, King.

Our two new soldiers have arrived.
They're going to need briefing.

Have we decided who we're kicking
out of here yet? No, boss.

He's like my old PE teacher.
He was mental as well.

Got arrested for squeezing avocados
in Sainsbury's.

He got arrested for that?
That's a bit harsh.

Well, he squeezed them first,

then threw them
at the manager for being too hard.

Blinded him in his left eye.
True story.

My God! It's Fingers.

Fingers... Yes, Sergeant.

It's good to have you back.

What are you doing, Fingers?
Keeping my emotions in check.

Take a seat. I'm all right, thank
you, Sergeant. Take a seat, Fingers.

I failed selection.
I don't give a toss.

You're back with 2-Section now,
understood? I'm just disappointed.

I mean, what's Bones going to say?

I'm going to be
Fingers the Failure to that bastard.

What you think
I've been called in my time?

What do you reckon my first RSM
called me 16 years ago?

Well, you can imagine, right?

One inch from my face,
yelling stuff that... Yeah.

You don't show weakness in the army.

You don't let them see
they're getting you.

That's the only way to survive.

I'll kill him if he says anything.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that,
Fingers.

Sort your shit out
and go and join the boys.

And remember, there's army life
and there's real life.

Never confuse the two.

Here, we don't show emotion.
We do our job.

Right?

Hold on.

I need you keeping an eye
on a new recruit for me.

Can I rely on you, Fingers?

Private Curry!

Can I rely on you, Fingers?
Yes, Sergeant. Good.

Well, piss off then.

Curry!

Are you all right, Fingers?

There's a free bed there
for you, mate.

You all right, lad?

Private Jason Curry.

Jason Curry?
Is that what he just said?

My God, I love a ruby, me.

What's a ruby? Ruby Murray, curry.

Come on, get with the lingo,
you saddo Mickey Mouser.

Welcome, Ruby. Are you a medic?

Yeah.

Unpack your kit.
I'll be briefing in 15.

All right?

You're the medic,
you should have a word.

It's fine. Give him time.

Don't you think it's weird
no-one's mentioned anything?

I mean, he's thick, but he must have
known there was a chance he'd fail.

Right,
you won't be mentioning anything.

He'll tell us what he wants
to tell us when he's ready,

and in the meantime, be nice.

Fingers, over here!

Bases. My days!
Don't go shouting!

He's good to think you're taking
the piss. What, come on!

We're heading
to the outreach project tomorrow.

Me and you, Ruby, will be assessing
potential dysentery

and isolating patients
manifesting symptoms.

I'll be your first. You can learn
a lot from Georgie. She's the best.

Irreplaceable.

Look at his little legs.

He's going to be a footballer just
like his dad. Why, who's the dad?

I hope it's a girl.

I don't actually care.

So long as it's healthy!

What do you think, mate?

Shit!

Stay strong.

Gutted Captain James has taken
medical discharge.

I miss the old Rupert.
Did you go and see him, Georgie?

When?

Did you take him our card?

I posted it.

Throw me that chicken, man.

At ease, soldier.

Apples and oranges,
which one's better?

Better? Exactly.

Neither one is better
than the other.

They are just different.

Now, sometimes an apple thinks
he might want to be an orange,

sometimes an orange thinks

he fancies having a go
at being an apple,

but at the end of the day, neither
one is better than the other.

You just focus on being the best
apple or orange that you can be.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you, Frankie?

You did your best.

'Operation in built-up area.

'Learn from this exercise.
Go, go, go!'

Right, a quick recap.

Situation is, there is a hostage
in that target house.

Local forces will clear the area,
evacuate

and seal off the roads
going in and out.

Joint nations specialist teams
will clear the building

and rescue the hostage.
Any questions?

Boss. Fingers, on me.

Cover your arse, 360.

There.

'Remember, you morons,

'you're being monitored
at all times,

'so try not to cock it up.

'Stay focused.

'Watch each other's backs.'

'Always remember you're working
for the soldier next to you

'and not for yourselves.'

Show me you're ready for this,
Fingers.

Hello, Delta fire team. This is
Zero Alpha launch phase two. Over.

Arms up! Arms up, sir!

Lift up your top! Identify yourself.

I'm a hostage from the embassy,
being held against my will.

Up! Arms in the air!
Arms in the air!

All clear.

On your feet. Up. Get up, stand up.

Up! Stand up!

Stand still!

Stand up, up, up!

Up!

Let's get you out of here.

Three Bravo, this is Zero Alpha.
Prepare to move. Move.

Three Bravo, roger, out.

'Remember, this exercise is not over

'until we are back at base.'

Ruby, let's check the hostage.

How fucking good was I today?

All right, all right.
Wish me luck, you shitheads.

That was proper special forces,
Fingers.

It's got to be said,
there's no way you're going home.

What do you mean, going home?

One of us is getting sent home,
Fingers.

That's why he's brought in you and
Ruby. No, who's he sending home?

We don't know yet,
but everyone thinks it's me

because Ruby's been brought in.

I'm so sorry, Corporal, I had
no idea. Ruby, it's not your fault.

He can't fucking send you home,
Georgie. That would be nuts.

You know why he wants to send
one of us home, don't you?

It's so we fight with each other
not to go.

And that ain't happening.

No-one, not even him, is going
to make us shit on each other.

Yeah? And if it's me that gets sent
home, it's me that gets sent home.

Until then, I'm going to be
the best I can be.

We're all going to be the best
we can be, yeah? Deffo..

You do realise,
if that was the real thing,

you'd all be dead by now.

Two of those terrorists were wearing
suicide belts that went undetected.

Dead, dead...

Dead.

Looks like I've got my shortlist
of who I'm sending home, gentlemen.

I thought you searched them.
I thought you did.

UN human rights envoys have visited

the Rohingya Muslim community
in Myanmar.

The government there
doesn't recognise the Rohingya

and regards them
as illegal immigrants,

even though they've lived there
for generations.

You'll be working with Mrs Chowdhrey
here in her outreach project,

building a temporary isolation
facility. Lane. Sir.

You and Curry will be training
and mentoring local medics.

We need to offer a safe haven
for these displaced people.

Lane, Curry,
you're on Mrs Chowdhrey.

The rest of you are on me.

As you can see, we are completely
overwhelmed here.

We try and help as many people
as we can

but stocks and supplies are limited.

And in here is where we keep
the most severe cases.

And this is my husband,
Inspector Ratna Chowdhrey.

My son, Sumon. Hello, sir.

Welcome. Thank you, thank you.

He's tired. Hello.

Say hello. Hello. Hello.

He's beautiful. My husband spends
as much time as he can here

when he's not on duty.

He got his colleagues
to build the summer school

during their annual leave.

Curry, go speak to the doctor.
Right.

Local garment merchants donated the
structure so it was just our labour.

Over here, please, this bed.
Sorry, sir, sorry. Thank you.

We're all trying our best.

Yaba.

Drugs.

Mass-produced in Burma,
brought across the border,

moved up to Dhaka,
destroying lives in its wake.

They'll have something similar
in the UK. What, yaba?

It literally means "mad drug".

It's a mixture of methamphetamine
and caffeine.

Addiction here is just everywhere.

We don't want addicts here
but they're not wanted anywhere.

And the drug runners are ruthless
in protecting their market.

See, the women and children are
always the innocent ones

but when the Burmese army are
attacking the Rohingya villages,

they are indiscriminate.

What's the reason behind it?

I mean, they must be trying
to justify it somehow.

They say the Rohingya militants
have been ambushing

the Burmese army.

But wouldn't you fight back if it
was your people being slaughtered?

Well, where does it all end?

Here, with us picking up the pieces.

We're still getting reports
of hundreds of women and children

still trying to cross the Naf River
into Bangladesh.

We go and collect as many as we can.
My husband organises weekly trips.

We need a large-scale operation
in order to get them here.

I know it's a lot to take in. Yeah.

Georgie.

Baby's really dehydrated and I don't
like the sound of his breathing.

All right, calm down, Curry.

Let's get the mother and baby seen
by a doctor. OK.

Should I set up a drip?

Yeah, set up the drip and make sure
they're in the queue for triage. OK.

We are desperate for vaccines.

We've been promised
pneumococcal conjugate vaccine

and rotavirus vaccine,
which is against diarrhoea,

but time isn't on our side
with children.

Do you get the vaccines
from the government?

No, charitable donations.

But we're not a rich country.

Georgie,
the baby's stopped breathing!

Ruby, look after the mother.

It's all right,
she knows what she's doing.

I need a doctor!

OK.

OK.

A hot drink in a hot climate
shouldn't work. Somehow it does.

He was so small and innocent.

I know.

What had that baby ever done
to anyone?

He hadn't done anything.

And the mother has just...

picked up this lifeless thing
and held it to her chest,

then turned and walked away.

We do what we can, OK? I mean...

Listen, if we let every death
poleaxe us,

we're not exactly helping
the situation, are we?

Every death.

I've never seen a dead body before.

Well, that's what they don't teach
in training.

When I was that baby's age...?

Go on. No secrets in the army.

It's no secret.

But I, um...

I was thrown away.

What? Me...

Me birth mother left us

on the steps of
the Methodist church in Billericay.

Never saw her again.

But me...

Me adopted parents made us up
a file of all the cuttings...

everything anybody knew about me.

Which wasn't a lot, to be fair.

Sergeant. Lane.

We need help getting refugees
from the Naf River.

The Naf River?
Is that like a real thing?

Effectively, it's a border
between here and Myanmar. OK.

Women and children have been
stranded,

so maybe we can get
some transport...

Not sure it's in our remit.
What harm would it do?

Picking people up who,
I don't know, escaped genocide.

Do you want me to ask Bones?
Lane, we got a job to do here.

Other agencies will go and assist

with the transportation of
the refugees, so stop emoting.

What does that mean?

When my girls are being
overly dramatic,

that's what my wife tells them.
Stop emoting.

So, you've been to Leeds.

Leeds? Yeah, Leeds. Rab's house.

I hate the North.

You do know Manchester is up north,
don't you?

Yeah, but at least Manchester is
a bit more like a shit London.

So, you didn't like Leeds?
Never been, mate.

You must have a good telescope.

To see the picture
on Rab's mantelpiece

all the way from Colchester.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left.

Right turn!

Left, right.
Squad will move to the right.

Right turn!

Left, right, left, right,
changing arms.

Change arms!

Squad will advance. Right turn!

Squad will move to the right.
Right turn!

Left, right, left, right.
Squad, halt!

Squad will advance. Left turn!

What do you think, Sergeant?
Very good, sir.

Good? Indeed.

Well, good ain't good enough, is it?

Because the Bangladeshis will be
good, so I want my men perfect.

Tomorrow, you had better be the best
turned-out soldiers on parade.

Boss.

Right, guys, once more.
Real concentration.

Let's get those rights sharp...

I want to see you
dancing with your weapons.

They should look as much a part
of you as your arm.

Kalil, looks like the first time
you've ever even seen a weapon!

I'm very not happy with you.

Squad will move to the right.
Right turn!

By the left, quick march!

Left, right, left, right...

If the Brigadier ain't happy,
I will spoon out your eyes

and play marbles with them before
putting you on the next flight home.

Yeah, don't go thinking
you're exempt, Sergeant.

Right turn!

Left, right, left, right,
left, right...

You got something
you want to say to me?

No... sir.

I ain't here to make friends.
I'm here to save lives.

Your lives.

Squad, halt!

We're just going to assess
and assist where we can today, OK?

Are we really going to put people
in those battered old farm lorries?

What else do you suggest, Richards?

Surely they have access to something
more suitable for these people.

Get to the children!

My God!

They're coming from no-man's land.
They know we can only take some.

We have to assess,
take the most needy cases.

Right, guys, come on, let's move!
What about the rest?

They'll have to wait
for some other time. Come, let's go.

Let me take that for you.

Hello, sir. Hi. Hi.

Take it.

This is Mr Thakur,
from the refugee camp

just across the Myanmar border.
What's in the bag?

All the information he has on all
these people. Health records, etc.

How are we going to get everyone
out of here?

I don't know.

The tragedy is there's another
2,000 in that camp that he says...

time is running out for.

My God.

Mission accomplished, Lane?

Talk to me. Waterborne disease is
inevitable. What are we going to do?

Inspector, how you getting on?

We need these floods to hold off
or no-man's land will become a sea.

And then what? These people,
they have to go somewhere.

It's not safe for them in Myanmar.
What can they do?

We need to do more.

I need to go and sort out beds
for the isolation unit.

Thank you for your help.
You're welcome.

Barsha.

He's been trying to persuade
local factories

to donate money for beds for us.

Say bye. Bye.

It's pretty basic, Lane.

There has to be some place
for the refugees

with infectious diseases
to be isolated.

Think we'll fit 50 beds in here?

If we push them tightly together,
we might just do.

We need to sort the ventilation out
as well.

Do you want me to task the guys
on sorting the air-con out next?

Bit too early for army banter, sir.

See, how come no-one's ever heard
of this? What?

Us Muslims are always seen
as the beardy-weirdy ones,

running round in a suicide vest
shouting some bollocks.

Yet, here, crimes against humanity
are perpetrated ON Muslims.

We are trying to help, Rab.

Right, we were just saying we're
going to pick up that flooring.

What flooring?
Well, that's strong, a bit.

Plastic sheeting, not ideal.
Go on, then, move it, you two. Sir.

I think we should ask the boss, get
some access for the larger trucks.

I'm not sure this is the week
to ask him that one. Why?

Well, he's more concerned with being
top troops at the VIP reception.

And if we're not,
we going to all be going home.

How far is Singpa?

'Singpa is 57km south-east.'

Decent! What you doing?

Do you remember my grandma was
saying I had an uncle in Bangladesh?

I don't know
what she was going on about, do I?

Well, that's us sorted
for when we get 24 hours' leave.

We can look him up.

I'm not wasting my day off
going to your uncle's gaff!

You might be turning your back
on the adventure of a lifetime.

He's not another bicycle repair
wallah, is he? That's nice.

And have you been blabbing about me
going to Leeds?

You promised you wouldn't say
a word. I haven't said a word!

Eyes on the road, driver.

My uncle might be
like a local dignitary.

Yeah, so maybe he'll be
at that VIP reception tomorrow.

All right, so it's unlikely but...

I'd love you to come with me
and help me try and find him

when we get some downtime.

Don't get all sincere on me, wanker!

It's only cos I need a driver.

You know, if he sends you home,
I'm going home too.

He's not going to send me home

cos I'm going to make sure I'm much
better than Monk and Brains.

Easy.

I forgot! I have got an amazing
bit of intel on that Ruby.

What intel?

What intel?

Rab! What intel?

Are you coming to my uncle's
or what? My God, just tell me!

You're coming to my uncles though,
aren't you? Tell me!

Georgie. Cheers, Ruby.
Make sure everyone keeps hydrated.

Hydration? Absolutely!
Got responsibilities and that.

My Doris is sprogged up.

Proudest moment before that
was farting to Bohemian Rhapsody.

I'm a changed man. Hydration?

Cheers, mate. Is it true

you were left on the steps
of a church when you were a baby?

Yeah, I was.

Hydration?

How the hell did you know that?

Georgie. But YOU weren't supposed
to say anything.

But I thought you were just lying,
like normal.

So, was he like abandoned?

Well, yeah, I don't suppose
he walked himself there.

He's suddenly become much more
interesting. You all right, George?

Eyes on me, 2-Section. Guys!

Take your time, medic,
I've got all day.

Kit inspection at barracks,
2100 hours.

What, you think you're too good
for a kit inspection now, do you?

No, sir. No, sir.

Right, let's crack on, then,
shall we?

You fuck up,
and that's MY job on the line.

What was all that about?

Bones wants us to sweat
about this VIP bollocks tomorrow.

Basically,
he's putting the squeeze on Kingy

because the Brig is putting
the squeeze on him.

Or Bones is just mad.
I don't think so. Really?

I think he just wants us to be him
and when we're not...

He'll send us home. Let's face it,
we're all better soldiers under him

than we were under Captain James.
Fingers!

I'm just saying
we've all upped our game.

Boss!

Boss!
I know what you're going to say.

You're miles ahead of me then,
cos I haven't got a clue.

I ain't here to make friends,
Sergeant. Clearly.

Don't push your fucking luck,
Sergeant! Sir.

Get the men back to the barracks
in their kit and looking immaculate.

I want to be proud of them
when they march.

I want everyone else looking at them
and then looking at me and thinking,

"Wow, they are a chip off
the old block, made in his image."

Look, there's going to come a time
as their OC

that I'm going to give them an order
to move and they will move.

Sir. Thank you.

You don't mind if I...

You carry on, sir.

You'll be eating at the barracks.
Of course, sir.

Just you said you might want to be
present for the kit inspection.

Yes, can I delegate?
You can delegate.

I'll be happy to inspect on my own.
Just make sure they're immaculate.

I'm on it, sir.

General Sir Iqbal Nurbhai.
Good evening. Sir.

The General and I are slightly
competitive. Just slightly.

He thinks his troops are going
to get one over on mine.

That won't be happening, Captain.
No, sir. That is not a question.

How are they doing?

I'm very proud of them.
Really? Yeah.

I'd be very proud to have
any one of them

alongside me on the front line.

But they are soldiers, aren't they?

So I can't go letting them relax
into thinking

that they're the best
that they can be.

OK.

Room!

Room, 'shun!

You are slack
and your hair is a mess. Medic.

Sir. Did you somehow not notice
or, more worryingly, just not care?

Should be wearing a beret.
Irrelevant.

It's not irrelevant...
Please, fuck me, not you!

Sir.

You save lives and I save lives,

so I thought
we were on the same side.

We are, sir.

Then when I look at you,
I need you to know what I'm saying.

You will understand.

Have you brushed your teeth
this year?

Just because we're in
some mosquito-infested shithole

does not mean you dress accordingly.

We never lose
because we are never behind.

Ever.

At anything.

But we are only as strong
as our weakest link.

So, start over.

But remember,
sometimes you can't start over

because somebody's put a bullet
in your head when you weren't ready.

Sort them out, Sergeant.

And stand up bloody straight!

Right, guys, let's move.

Richards, hair.
He's right, it's a mess.

Brains, boots.

Fingers, teeth. I've done them
twice this morning, Kingy.

2-Section! 2-Section, 'shun!

2-Section on parade,
ready for inspection, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You carry on.

At ease, guys.

Well done.

Not bad.

Thank you, Brigadier.

Squad, by the centre,
quick march!

Left, right, left, right.

What do you think?
Looking very good.

Very good work, McClyde.

Squad, halt!

Good morning, sir.

British contingent formed up
on parade.

Permission to carry on, sir.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Stand at ease!

You all right, fellas? You sure?

Delicate spices. Very nice.

I mean, it's a bit strange,
I'll give you that, but...

I don't think it makes me
interesting. It does, Ruby.

It makes you a lot more interesting
than us anyway.

Yeah, but...

that's not me, you know.
Me mam, maybe, whoever she was.

Never been traced, no? No.

Was it in the papers and whatnot?

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I think I read about it.

I don't think
he's the only abandoned baby ever.

I wish I was abandoned.

In fact, do you think
it's too late to abandon my parents?

You hear about older people getting
abandoned in supermarkets.

I've never seen any. What? Old
people abandoned in supermarkets.

How do you know? Seriously,
every time I go into a supermarket,

it's like thousands of old people
just wondering about.

How do we not know that they're
not all abandoned? How good is this?

All of us together,
staying together. It's nice.

Very well done, 2-Section.

We were just saying, almost as good
as the Bangladesh army.

Right, guys, let's get back to it.

Corporal Lane. Sir.

New career. Yeah.
Good choice. Thank you.

There you go. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

2-Section, get everybody out now!
Everybody out!

Move! Evacuate now!

Get out of the way!
Move out of the way!

Bones!

Just thought I'd crash in here
with you guys for a bit.

Sergeant. Guys.

OK, relax, guys.

Thank you, 2-Section.

Captain McClyde's last conversation
with me...

was to say how proud he was
to serve alongside you guys...

and how he wanted you to continue
to help the Rohingya refugees.

Your new commanding officer
will assist in this.

Come in, Captain.

I was fortunate enough to persuade
him not to take medical discharge.

I will escort the body
back to the UK.

In the meantime,

I will leave you in the capable
hands of Captain James.

You all right? Yeah, let's go.

Hey, hey, sh...

Right, you take these two
back to the truck.

I'll go and find
some more children. OK.

By the way, I've requested
a transfer from 2-Section. Why?

Because you didn't keep
to your end of the bargain.

He's been lying to us

and he's been lying to you.
You don't know anything about him.

Maya!

Full search inside and out
of every vehicle.

Anything suspicious,
you let me know.

Move!

Damn! Where's Monk?