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'Military assistance in a civil war is a delicate matter.'

It's like taking sides in a marital dispute.

It would be delicate, however well regarded the regime might be.

And, without wishing to offend you, your regime is not that well regarded.

In fact, your record since you took power has been abysmal.

Our army, with expert help

from our security consultants at Administrative Results

are quite in control of all commercial centres.

Our problems are more in the forests and highlands.

Status report.

It's OK.

Our greatest need is help from your Special Forces.

- Training programs? - Training programs?

It's under consideration.

- Further mining concessions? - Might help. I will consult with London.

What will not help is any hint of this visit being leaked to the outside world.

Hi.

Reflection in the shop window.

Oh, right.

Well, here we are.

- What are we gonna do? - Whatever we like.

We have a whole day.

Right, here we are.

"Blunted feelings, difficulty in expressing feelings.

"Psychic numbing. Detachment. Nightmares."

Yep, all of them. Go on.

"Hating disorder. Too disciplinarian.

"Recurrent recollections of the event."

Yep.

- Mate, you've got PTSD. - I know.

Go on.

"Lose ability to feel emotions,

"especially associated with intimacy, tenderness and sexuality,

"hyper-vigilance, difficulty in concentrating and completing tasks."

Jesus, mate. I've got it.

- You'll have to see someone. - And they'll tell me I've got PTSD.

And put me off ops. You don't know What it was like when I was off before.

I was climbing the walls. I'd wake up and find myself strangling my old woman.

I know. I saw the bruises.

So you serve out your last year and then what? You'll have the same problem.

I hope to be dead by then.

In fact, I mean to be dead by then.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I've been thinking a lot about you. - Yes. So have I.

I mean, about what... Listen, it was my fault. I'm...

You make it sound as if it was wrong.

It was.

Horribly. If Pete ever found out, he'd...

Laura. You and Pete...

I want you to leave him.

I'll leave the army, the regiment. We can make a life together.

What?

I love you.

Oh, no. No. I mean... No.

- I would promise to make you happy. - Ian, no.

- I've never felt this way about anyone. - No.

Look. My tour finishes in summer. I just won't renew it. I'll be out.

- We can move away. You'll get the kids. - No.

You've got the wrong... idea.

I don't really care what you say.

It will happen.

Nightcap?

Why not?

You served here, Aidan?

Unofficially, I may have done.

Only then, the good guys were the bad guys.

How will you decide where we lend our support?

By applying the Westminster Principle. Support the one who's going to win.

Until we know, we can't show our hand.

I think they know we're not going to help them.

And do you think Moriarty and his band of mercenaries

will stand by the government?

'we'll support whoever has the cheque book.'

- Get on the floor!

Don't move! Don't move!

- It's all right, Nicola.

Do as you're told and you'll be fine.

- Bring him too.

I was right. Shitloads of books.

All of which you've, er... no doubt read.

Most.

Chablis.

Cheers.

And, erm... wagner?

Ah.

It's immediate. I'm gonna have to...

- Looks like it's going to be a big one. - Thanks very much.

Grow up.

I'll call you.

'You do not deal with kidnappers. But this is private.

'Nobody knew she's coming here on this mission.

'So we make these demands, expecting you to comply.

'If you don't, parts of her will be coming to London by... '

The demands include large amounts of cash and the release of prisoners.

- What about the boss? - He was there when she was taken.

He deserves a pint and a pat on the back.

Ricky. Shh, please. Sean Smith from Blue Troop was bodyguarding.

He's been shot but was wearing body armour.

He's being looked after on a Royal Naval destroyer so should pull through.

The two other guards were killed.

It also seems that Dempsey's been taken. We don't know if he's alive or dead.

- When do we go? - Immediately.

The Foreign Office have put in a formal request to send people in.

- Their government have so far refused. - We'll be going in as an in-filling team.

If we do get in there, how are we going to find them?

The Navy picked up a bearing from the satphone transmission that sent the film.

They're breaking balls to get a bearing. Then we can get a fix.

The plan is to get weapons and kit in

so, Jamie, you and I will be resurrecting the Swedish film crew.

It makes sense. The passport and papers are ready to go.

'we'll take a Land Rover in the morning.

'You have one hour to prepare and sort out kit for us to load.

'The C-130 needs to be in the air in two hours.

'There's a maximum of 60 pounds per man

'including weapons and ammunition.'

You know who's shagging Pete's wife, don't you?

Well, so do I.

Ow!

Ow. You're hurting! OK?

Who are you?

What do you mean?

- My name is... - Who are you?

- My name is Andrew Spencer. - No, no.

- Answer the question. who are you?

- Eh? - My name is Andrew Spencer!

Bollocks, man. Bollocks. I know who you are.

I am who I say I am. My name is Andrew Spencer.

Ah. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

- These bloody Czechoslovak weapons. - I have a wife and children. Please.

- Maybe I should shoot the woman, eh? - Don't, you bastard!

She's helping your bloody country!

That's one gone. One green bottle...

What's wrong with you people? You are animals.

- Nicola, I'm all right. Are you? - Let's get some grub, eh?

- Yes. - I will deal with you later.

Boss, are you all right?

I think so. Are you?

Are we gonna get out of here alive?

Well, not if it's down to negotiation.

- If we escape or... - Or what?

If my people get here.

That's rather unlikely, isn't it?

Well, they do specialise in the unlikely.

Government troops have retaken the town.

We haven't got time to transfer these papers.

No. There's another option.

I don't fancy 200 kilometres of this.

We'll join the road further down and hope the rebels still have that area.

I wonder how the others are getting on.

- One won't do any harm. - I don't know.

OK. I respect that.

Cheers.

Morning. Enjoying your flight?

- Absolutely, Captain. - Marvellous. Thanks.

Jolly good.

Hello. OK?

Quite comfortable?

- Yes, thank you. - Very good. Very good.

Darling, tell me about your first wife.

- Do I have to? - Absolutely.

Did you love her?

- I've been thinking about that a lot lately. - And?

No. I don't think so.

Not even in the beginning?

- Then why did you marry her? - Truthfully?

Of course.

Truthfully, and with a great deal of thought,

I believe I married her...

for her tits.

Shush.

I know. Terrible, isn't it?

Yes.

But... also honest.

Hi. Can I get you anything?

- Tea, please. - And for me.

Two teas. Lovely.

Two teas.

Heading 60 degrees northwest.

You should show Oliver how to play GBB.

- What's that? - Gay Before Bed. Louis'll show you.

Frequency will be 341.6.

Shit.

- Will you please behave normally? - You should see me behaving badly.

Business or pleasure, Mr... Senior?

- Is pleasure an option here? - Business.

David. My God. It's good to see you.

Nice to see you.

I'll take the bags.

Do you have information, any narrowing down of location?

OK. Try again. We'll wait for news from you. Goodbye.

Nothing else from the Navy.

- What about M16? - No.

I got some of Dempsey's kit the Embassy retrieved from the hotel.

- Yeah? Anything there? - Yeah, his notebook.

It's got this scrawled at the bottom.

- So what about it? - Demmo's not a scrawler.

Could be a message. It was on the floor of the room where they got nabbed.

It looks like A-R-M, or A-R-M-M.

ARMM.

And what could that mean?

Look at this.

It's a vapour trail, and this tape is timecoded at 13:04 on Tuesday.

There can't have been many jets in the sky at that time.

Get onto six. Get a bearing and where it was headed.

- This could be our second fix. - Nice one.

Richard? This is Hilda.

...with increased threat that five extra administrative results personnel

at $400 per day, plus additional...

Relax, MickMo. It's me.

Jesus. what are you doing here?

One of our ministers is missing.

Right. Yeah.

I just thought you might know something about it.

Er... Rebels hit the hotel, killed the guards, lifted the minister and an aide.

- They shot the British bodyguard. - Yeah, he was one of ours.

He's in a coma. He should make it.

I thought your lot were doing the security.

- We covered the meeting, not the hotel. - You don't know where they've gone?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I doubt that.

That's why I've come to ask you for help.

Me?

Yeah, we need an extra vehicle and a guide.

We? Are you here in force?

There's enough of us. Will you help?

Yeah.

But this is a business, right? There'll be a charge. 50K upfront.

You'll come to work for me one day. You'll like it well enough.

- You want a beer? - Maybe later.

I'll, erm... give you a call in the morning after I've got clearance for the money.

- Good to see you. - You too.

- Get here all right? - No problem.

- We've got a fix. - Plus or minus 5K.

It's a drive and then a 50K tab through the forests.

Captain walshe is coming to handle comms.

- I can outwalk all of you. - Lag behind and we'll leave you.

- Same goes for you. - Get it over with and have the operation.

- We'll need another vehicle. - It's being sorted.

Are you OK?

Something to tell the grandchildren.

We don't usually get this amount of hardware in Accounts.

We appreciate the risk you're going to in helping us.

When this blows up, you could be...

- We are flying out tomorrow morning. - Well, thanks again.

Right. We move out as soon as it gets dark.

Very good.

What?

Nothing.

Pru's moving to the Embassy to run comms from there.

- Taxi's here. - Henno, can I have a word?

I was looking at Demmo's notepad. AR. Administrative Results.

- And MM is... - MickMo.

OK. You know me. AIways a beat behind the pace.

It's clever, though, Dempsey knowing we knew MickMo.

He wasn't in the regiment When we met MickMo.

You know Dempsey. He knows everything.

Pru, the taxi'll go.

Henno, will you take it easy?

Your taxi's waiting.

Good luck, everyone.

Turn right out the gate.

Sorry. The boss said it was safer this way.

We have to move tonight. Right out the gate.

- So, what else has he got planned? - No talking.

Looks a bit nutty else. Take the next left, and right down the tree-lined avenue.

Sorry about that, but I'm... I'm sure you understand.

- Is that a woman? - What did you just say?

Calm down.

- She's any man's equal. - Is that supposed to be a compliment?

- We need to get to Kravski. - Kravski.

Yeah. We've got a fix on our minister.

- We'll drive to here. Tab the rest. - What about my money?

It's been cleared. It'll be deposited into your bank account

the second we get back.

OK. Kravski it is.

OK. Great. Thanks.

- This is Hilda. Over. - Fricka receiving. Over.

- 'Give me wotan. Over.' - Henno.

This is wotan.

Have tightened grid reference to old mine at Karasi.

Karasi. Got that. Helis?

'Waiting on the Navy. Have also asked for Marine support.'

- No. - I knew you'd say that.

- 'How's... ' - Gotta go. First roadblock. Out.

Time for you to earn your money.

Easy.

You'll get plenty of that later.

- What's he doing? - He's a South African.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

I don't like him.

Yeah, well, I've never placed much faith in your taste in men.

Ha-ha.

- Everything OK? - Tickety-shagging-boo.

He used to work for me at the deep mine in Sura.

We had diamonds out there the size of your fist.

Looks clear. Are we set?

Madam?

You OK?

- Do you think they saw us? - Depends if they had NVG goggles

or image-intensifying.

Do you think they were looking for us?

I have no idea.

- Anything? - Nothing.

Yeah. Not great that.

You'd better talk to your men and woman.

You have a real problem with that, don't you?

I just think it shows you guys are going soft.

What about the heli? Do you think they were following us?

Coming back from an op. Keeping low to avoid getting locked onto.

Not to worry.

OK. 25K so far.

We do another 15 clicks tonight, rest up for the day.

That just leaves us 10 to the mines tomorrow night.

This is wotan to Hilda, Wotan to Hilda. Over.

This is Hilda. How's it going?

There are places I'd rather be.

Any news on the helis? we need them on site by 0800 the day after tomorrow.

It's going to be tight but they should be in range.

Good. I have to dash. Supper's on the table.

Out.

I am right, aren't I?

You're shagging Pete's missus.

Just had to be sure.

- Look. I don't think this... - Obviously not.

- You've crossed the line. - It's none of your business.

Focus your mind to the job in hand.

Yes, sir.

Caroline, can I take the comms off you for a second?

- Yeah. - Cheers.

MickMo? She's started to struggle.

You couldn't carry the radio for a couple of clicks, could you, mate?

Cheers.

Here. Let me give you a hand with that.

- What the hell's going on? - We're being followed.

He's been keeping them informed.

The kidnap was a set-up by the government to discredit the rebels.

- He's been running the entire show. - DFI, then?

He's working on us doing another 10 clicks then lying up here by the river.

- He's told them to ambush us at dawn. - Two arrows. Men from the mine.

They're gonna hit us from both sides.

- We could make this work for us. - How?

Ricky, try and copy his writing. Do us another note.

Tell them a man's injured and we're laying up here for the night.

- That sounds nice. - Tell them to hit us here at dawn 06:00.

The contingent from the mine will have to get a major tab on to join them.

- How is this working for us? - We step out between them.

Hit the weakened defences at the mine as they hit us, but we won't be here.

They'll hit our very empty but heavily booby-trapped LUP.

- It's a beautiful thing, Louis. - Can we do another 25K before dawn?

30, sir.

We're here. The group following us.

The contingent from the mine. We do 5K northwest, 25K tab southwest.

That's a 30K tab, a firefight, exfiltration.

Then a shit, shave and a shower, a beer and a curry. Thought it might appeal.

- Love it. - Me too.

Love it. I do.

Hidden talents. Right, Caroline. Get on to Pru.

Tell her we need the helis by 08:00, 24 hours earlier than requested.

You've got a hope.

Fricka to Hilda. Fricka to Hilda.

Helicopters now requested 24 hours earlier.

- What's this? - Fougasse.

There's no need for that kind of language.

It's a kind of medieval claymore.

The charge is in here.

When it blows, you don't want to be anywhere near this path.

Talk to wotan. No luck.

Look. Beg, borrow or steal some. We need those helis.

We'll have tabbed 60K in ten hours. I do not expect to have to walk out of there.

- 'Have that.' - She'll do it.

OK. Prepare to move.

It doesn't really matter who you are. You're gonna be dead in ten minutes.

We're just charging up the camera batteries.

He's a tough guy, eh?

Yes, I am!

Henno? Two helis on their way, borrowed from Eastern Oil.

ETA 0830.

That gives us 20 minutes.

No time to piss around.

Maybe this is the easiest way in. Just the one MG here.

The only way in is along the bank. It'd be suicide.

Let me have a closer look.

What the hell was that?

Erithacus Rubecula. Family Turdidae.

Possibly a relative of yours.

'Get me a couple of 203s. I'm going on the count of five.'

- Shit. - 'Four... three... '

Pete, that is a negative. Repeat, that is a negative.

'Two... one.'

Jamie, Louis, get after him.

Right, let's do it. Fire!

Moving!

Come on!

Position secure. Moving to ridge.

Jesus, Pete.

We must stay exactly where we are. My boys are here.

Moving!

Moving!

Moving!

Moving.

Turbine room cleared. Moving to main office building.

Move.

Moving!

'Road clear. Moving onto main building.'

Aagh!

Moving!

Jamie!

Dempsey! Blue on blue!

- Boss. - Jamie.

- How did you get here? - Cracking good travel agent, ma'am.

Move! Behind!

Boss and lady secure.

'west area secure.'

'Perimeter remains secure. Helis due in ten.'

Looks like we've cleared the place.

Man down. Man down.

RV on me in the laboratory next to the main office building.

Let's secure a perimeter.

Tell them 100 metres northwest of the water tower.

OK.

- Nice work, Henry. - Boss. Ma'am.

That looks nice.

Courtesy of the mining company.

- Who's that? - Er... He's our Officer.

Very cool under fire.

Cheers, young man.

He was just beginning to shape up.

Could you repeat that?

Diamonds aren't forever.

Dead is.

- True. Very, very true. - Have that.

Helis are here.

You'd better bag and tag him.

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