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♪ But you don't pull my
strings, cos I'm a better man

4 Moving on to better things

♪ Well oh-oh, oh,
I love her because...

Tell me again.

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

Let's just get married.

I'm down for it.

I'am a British citizen...

being held hostage
and will be executed

at sundown tomorrow
if all Al-Shabaab fighters

are not released.

That one white hostage, yeah, it
should put us on the front page.

The situation has escalated.

We're soon to be
joined by special forces.

How can I possibly
send you out on this?

It has to be me.

If they knew that I was a
soldier, they'd behead me.

Lance Corporal Georgie Lane.

Be prepared to die?
Paradise awaits you, brother.

Praise be to Allah.

Primary recovered.
Repeat, primary recovered.

"Stay alive, no matter
what occurs. I will find you.

No matter how far, no
matter how long it takes.

I will find you."

Daniel Day-Lewis,
Last Of The Mohicans.

Yeah, I know where it's from.

Bruising but no laceration. Need
to get you checked out, though.

CT scan and X-ray for you.

Yeah, I'm fine. I
can take a punch.

You can give one and all.

Where we going?

Mombasa.

Medical and de-brief.

Is your vision OK?

No, I can still see him.

4 Memories lie

♪ There's no such
thing as a perfect life

♪ Oh, and I let it die

♪ But looking back
I can't remember why

♪ Oh, my beautiful summer

♪ How the winter makes me wonder

♪ Where you've gone

You're significantly dehydrated.

Let's check your levels once
we've got some fluid into you.

You might want to
check my bloods as well.

I haven't passed
urine for 12 hours.

OK.

I'm a bit bloody relieved to
see you in one piece, Lane.

Well done.

I'm proud of you.

You must think I'm
an emotional wreck.

What, you think I don't cry?

Look, I'm sorry about
what happened to Kicki.

The thing with our job is,

we can't unsee the
things we've seen.

And I've seen.

Was it as hellish
as I can imagine?

Oh...I just don't understand
how people can be so evil.

When you speak
to the psychiatrist,

you must properly unload, OK?

What, don't you think I will?

You'll say you're fine and you
want to get back to work ASAP.

Yeah, well, I am fine.

I rest my case.

What does that mean?

It means, don't go
giving it all "I'm fine".

Please, tell them everything.

You might end up with
the psychiatrist in tears.

Sobeit.

- You want to talk to him?
- No.

Why him, boss?

- It wasn't my call, Lane.
- Can you imagine how I felt?

Our first priority was
to get you back safely.

Well, the second
priority is to tell him to go.

Seriously.

Did Abu escape?

The British guy?

Welcome back, Georgie!

Lads! Come with me.

Missed you.

Stop making it weird, man.

Not too shabby, eh, Lane?

- It's a completely safe zone.
- We expecting trouble?

Stay alert, stay alive. It's not
just Al-Shabaab sympathisers.

- Pirates work this coast, too.
- Yeah, right!

They are not
eye-patch pirates, Lane.

They're just called pirates.

Basically make their living
robbing ships on the high seas.

But some rob, kidnap
and kill tourists, too.

Everyone has to make
a living, I guess, boss.

There's always a price
to pay for paradise.

You all right? Look who it is.

- After you.
- Thank you.

- Hello!
- Hil

Come on, then. Where have
you been hiding, you little skiver?

What d'you do, Lane?

Whine at the Al-Shabaab like
a Scouser till they let you go?

- She isn't a Scouser, Monk.
- I'm a Manc, Monk.

If you're not on the tube,
you're all Northern to me.

Monk would have
sang like a canary

at the first thumbscrew.

I waterboarded
my mate with lager.

So, you lager-boarded him, then?

- Brilliant to have you back.
- Aw... Thanks for that.

Stiffy Klaxon.

Aw, Kingy. Hi.

Welcome back to the
fold, Lance Corporal.

Come on then, boss,
can we start drinking?

No, still on duty.

R & R doesn't begin until
Lane finishes her debriefing.

Then we R & R together.

One in, all in, yeah?

- That's correct, Monk.
- Easy.

Uh-uh.

No.

No.

Kenyan security are
monitoring borders.

So, he's still in Kenya?

Almost certainly. Lying
low in a safe house,

not knowing who to trust.

Well, he'll be aware that
we have covert agents

embedded in Al-Shabaab cells.

We know where he is?
Or where he might be?

How many white converts
have we got floating around?

We are aware of how
urgent the current situation is.

You hold the most
significant of all intel.

You can identify
the entire cell.

Not just Abu but his superiors
in their chain of command.

I didn't have much
time in their ops room.

But enough time to see detailed
plans of this shopping mall.

After what happened in
Nairobi in the Westgate Mall...

That's why you need to
be as precise as you can be

so we can identify the target.

I saw photos of a, erm...

..abird, I think. Poppies...

You think a bird?

Yes, sir. A statue.
But I'm not 100% sure.

I saw, erm, Google images.

Aerial photographs printed
from an Internet type of thing.

You'd definitely recognise him?

Intelligence suggests
he's from London.

Yes, sir. I's London.

Video surveillance from
Kenya and the Somali border

is being scrutinised
for white insurgents.

He will be found. It's
just a matter of time.

Exactly. Time.

We need to get him
before he gets us.

I'd recognise him,
sir. Without a doubt.

Never forget those eyes.

Stop.

Is it him?

Obviously he looked
different. He...he had a beard.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah, it's him, sir.

Who is he?

Jason Raynott.
Born north London.

University of Manchester.

Converted to Islam
as an undergraduate.

Last known whereabouts,
flew from Heathrow to Ethiopia

on a tourist visa on 14/4/2016.

No trace since.

We're getting somewhere, Lane.

- Got you.
- At last

Oh, the connection's
so bad here.

No, no, I can see you.
Fantastic. Are you OK?

Yeah. Yeah, you know me.

You had a full
check at the hospital?

- Yes, everything's fine.
- Level's stabilised now?

Hm, honestly,
I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm as normal as I've ever been.

Your text from the hospital
said they were taking bloods?

Yeah, well, that was just,
you know, a precaution

because of the dehydration.

Did they put you
on a saline drip?

Yes, as soon as I
got to the hospital.

- Any headaches since?
- No. I'm fine.

Get them fo send
me your blood results

so I can get them
fo a hospital here.

Stop fussing. I'm fine.

Right, tell me, tell me,
you know, how is everyone?

Tell me how you are.

We've been at panic stations.

But I can see you, so it makes
me feel a whole lot better.

Yeah.

I'm so looking forward
to getting home now.

I bet You look tired.

Thanks.

I heard about your...
your fellow hostage.

I hope you didn't
have fo see any of that

Thank God they got you out.

Those boys who
rescued you, they...

they... they know what
they're doing, huh?

We owe them a pint or three.

Well, knock me
down with a feather.

Did you sort this out? So you
could be in the room next door?

Because that is really fucking
creepy, and 100% you all over.

That vein thing on your
forehead's happening again.

- What?
- Remember?

Whenever you cry,
that vein thing pops up.

Yeah, well, I'm not crying
so don't flatter yourself, OK?

- Listen, Georgie...
- Elvis, no.

You won't even give me
one minute to explain, will ya?

Raisins! Can you
do me some chips?

- Oh, this bacon is...
- Get in my belly.

- Look at that.
- All right, lads?

- Georgie, fill your boots.
- What we got?

Better than that slop you
were having as a hostage.

Most of what I had
was better than rations.

Fruit and coffee for me.

Eye of the needle, Klaxon.

They can do you eggs
any which way you fancy.

I've got my omelette,
all the trimmings.

- What are the trimmings?
- Chips.

But not as good
as they are at home.

- There's no curry sauce.
- They've got ketchup.

You're not putting that on
your fruit, are you, Brains?

Lane. Come here.

- Oh. Boss.
- Lost her again.

We think we've
located Abu and his cell.

Credible intel of a gathering,
possible council of war.

We don't have a target but
while intercepting phone calls,

we picked up several
keywords signifying an attack.

And all indications are
that the attack is imminent.

We're going to wait for them all

to be assembled in
one place together.

Then we'll eliminate the target.

One option is for special forces
to go in and try to send back

images of cell members
for you to identify.

That's relies on satellite
imagery which is intermittent.

We could send you out on
another mission with them.

Purely for observation
and identification purposes.

- We will not be engaging.
- I'll be fine to go, boss.

- It's not a necessity, Lane.
- It makes logical sense.

I can ID them and the
mission can be completed.

It saves faffing around sending
pictures back and forward.

Right, well, we'd like you
to pop and see the doctor

- before you go.
- If you're happy to go.

Seriously, no-one
would doubt your bravery.

Perhaps you could do without
another mission so soon after...

I'm fine. I'l be sat in the
back of a truck IDing people.

Unless you don't think I can
do it because I'm a woman?

- No-one is suggesting that.
- Good.

Then I'd best go and
pack my kit in readiness.

It's near the refugee camp

so we can use the Kenyan
base there. It's 110% safe.

OK.

The sooner we can conclude
this, the sooner I can go home.

To be honest, this is the best
thing that could have happened.

Full stop, sir.

Close surveillance have
been monitoring this house

for Al-Shabaab activity.

He was smuggled into the
dwelling a couple of hours ago.

I'm sure that's him.

- That's him.
- That's Abu?

- Yep.
- 100%, Lane? No room for error.

Can you confirm that's a
positive ID? That's him?

Yeah. That's Abu.

Confirm.

Visitors.

- OK, zoom in.
- What have we got?

That's Gaani. He's
the cell commander.

Anything on the one on the left?

He was definitely there. But I
had no direct contact with him.

- He's Al-Shabaab?
- Yeah.

Good stuff, Lane.

Eh, don't start feeling
sorry for him yet, Georgie.

I'm not feeling sorry
for him, Spanner.

I'm feeling sorry
for Kicki. Right?

- Picking anything up yet?
- Nothing. Sound's too muffled.

Any English?

Don't know. Too hard to
tell. We need to get in closer.

Osman, can we get in closer?

We know it's him. Lane
has confirmed as much.

Not worth trying to find
out what their target was?

We want to send in air support.

The house is on its
own, boss. No collateral.

Bomb.

Shit.

Jambo.

Think that's what
they call abull's-eye.

All clear.

That must have felt very
fucking good, Georgie.

Knowing that twat's
been red-misted?

I'd have preferred him
brought back to the UK,

made him face up
to what he'd done.

Really?

He got off easy.

Over in a second.

I'll have him in
there a lifetime.

And that's not right.

Oi.

He's still got to face
his god, though, eh?

It's our job, Georgie.

- You know what I mean?
- Hm.

We serve our country,
George. It's what we do.

Do you ever doubt why we do it?

Listen, we've both
lost people in the past.

If I could go back and
save them, I would.

But I've never
doubted what I've done.

And neither should you.

We do our duty, don't we?

It's what makes us.

I need to do something to
get closure. It won't delay us.

OK.

You don't know what it is.

You want to go back to the
refugee camp and see Nafula.

Come on, what else
would it have been?

I read the brief
and your role in it.

Oi.

I'm sure Kicki would have
wanted Nafula to have this.

- I know what I'm doing.
- I know.

I didn't think you'd come back.

Well, I was just passing.

I can't believe
they shot her. Why?

Unforgivable.

My friend, I need
you to understand

this has nothing
to do with Islam.

This is just...a madness.

Which made us stronger.

And one day we will defeat them.

But we can't beat them, can we?

We can never beat
those extreme people.

We can. And we will.

If people like you carry on
doing exactly what you're doing,

making sure the good
outweighs the bad.

- But they will never stop.
- Neither will we.

We try to stop the fear.

The fear?

The only way we can
be beaten is with fear.

So, people like us need to
stand up and say we're not afraid.

They can't win. We win.

Kicki wins.

Do you want to know my
best bits about soldiering?

Yes.

Doing security for the
Olympics in London.

Working on the flood
relief in Cumbria...

.and...

And what?

..working here, in the
refugee camp with you.

One minute, Georgie.

Someone special?

He thinks he is.

Do you?

No. He was just checking if...

- You are OK?
- Yes. Yes, he was, yeah.

He's handsome, huh?

On the surface, yeah.

Here.

Thank you.

You OK?

I want a beer, man.

Listen in, guys!

The work on Lane's de-brief
has now been completed.

Don't touch her weave, man.

It's all my own,
thanks, Dangles.

So, after considerable, lengthy,

and somewhat heated
negotiations with the MoD,

we have now been
granted 48 hoursR&R...

- Yes! - with...
- beer rations. - What?

Now, please, please remember
we are visitors in this country

and representing Her Majesty.

I'm thinking of
joining the Paras, me.

Yes, yes!

What? What's occurring
here then, you little wankers?

Georgie had a bet with
me, Monk and Brains

that you'd bang on
about joining the Paras.

Up there for thinking, mate.

- See, I like Two Section, me.
- Yeah, me too.

I need to push on
from my comfort zone.

You still live with your nan.

I stay with my nan on home
leave cos she needs looking after.

Aw. Does she still take the
top off your eggs in the morning?

Come on, Brains. Hand it over.

I will not let this change
my life, thank you.

- Where are you going?
- Get away from you lot.

I don't blame you.

Seriously, though, I
might see if there's a way

I can join special
forces straight away.

You ignore these lot. You
go ahead and progress, mate.

You might have to start
eating your spinach tonight then.

Here.

- Thought we were friends again.
- No. What made you think that?

Cos we had a deal.

No.

I got you to the camp, didn't I?

A tin-opener helps
me get to my beans.

It's useful. I'm not interested
in talking to it, though.

- Maybe I need to talk to you.
- Maybe I'm not listening.

- That makes you sound stupid.
- You reckon? All right.

None so deaf as those
that will not hear, right?

Just leave me alone, Elvis.

Now's not the time, mate.
Anyway, you had your chance.

Meaning?

She's happy and she's settled.
Don't screw things up for her.

I just want to explain.

She's just been
held hostage, Elvis.

Think about where her head's at.

Anyway, you should try
and move on. She has.

All right.

Look, the one thing you
can't change is the past,

and you blew it, my friend.

And you think I don't know that?

- You made a tough choice.
- Yeah...was I right to?

Well, now you've got
to stick to that decision.

It's time to start being a
grown-up about it, Elvis.

- Say I made the wrong decision.
- Don't confuse her.

And how am I confusing her?

You've just swept
in and rescued her.

Right now she might remember you

as something that's
not totally a bad thing.

You keep on digging,
she'll only remember you

for what you put her through.

Hil How are you?

I've been trying to get you for
ages. Has it not been ringing?

No. You got me now, so...

- So, what you been up fo?
- Nothing.

Looking after yourself?

- Mm, yeah.
- Good stuff.

What's that noise? You're
not having a party, are you?

Oh, it's from the beach.

That's the sound of
the finest fighting force,

feared across all continents,

getting pissed out of their tiny
minds, building a human pyramid.

Go figure.

Well, that's exactly where
I'd be if I was out there.

- Where?
- On the beach, partying.

Hm. Can't be arsed.

Come on. Get out
and fry and relax.

No. I'm tired.

I'l look after you
when you get home.

Oh, look, there she
is. Oh, there's our girl.

How are you, Georgie, eh?

Oh, don't come too close.
You'll bloody scare me to death!

Oh. We've been in a right
state, haven't we, Max?

Been worried sick, love.

Yeah. Thank God we've had
Jamie here, keeping us calm.

He's been above
and beyond, this lad.

That's true.

Oh, love you.

- Ah!
- Hey, someone!

- Hello, mate.
- Hi.

- Come and get the ball.
- No, you guys carry on.

Come on, show
us your mad skills.

Here we go, here we are.

Not a bad kick.

- Oh!
- OK. OK.

- What's that, a handstand?
- What? Perfect form!

- Perfect form!
- Ten points!

- Do you want a bevvy?
- No, ta.

You not a beer drinker?

I'm sophisticated. I
drink gin and tonic.

Is that sophisticated, is it?

My nan drinks gin and
she's got a face tattoo.

- Shame we can't get in the sea.
- Health and safety.

Yeah, maybe. Can't
imagine one of these boys

jumping in to save
a drowning Brit.

No.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Right, guys. Truck's just
cleared through security.

Nairobi calling, boys.

I'll catch you up.

Georgie!

I'm sorry.

Stop him!

Somebody stop him!

No, please help!
Someone stop him!

Georgie, get down!

- Get to cover!
- Take cover!

Get to cover! Get to... Argh!

Shit... Georgie!

- Man down!
- Man down!

- Shit!
- Georgie!

Elvis! What are you
doing? Take cover!

- Elvis!
- Argh!

Aargh!

- Elvis!
- Come on. Target's down.

Brains! I need my bergan!
Fingers, shout for Medevac now!

How is it? How is it?

OK, I need you to keep
really still for me, OK? OK.

King, I need a spinal board
and neck braces. Is anyone shot?

Yeah, one of the paras took
an entry and exit gunshot wound

to the thigh.

But don't worry about
it, the guys are on it.

- No. No. No. Leave him.
- We must arrest him!

No, he's in my charge and
you're not taking him anywhere!

Kingy, please.

You heard the medic.
Not now you don't.

Reckon I'll be all right?

You weren't all right before
you fell so that's unlikely.

Just keep really still for me.

I weren't going to let
him shoot you, Georgie.

He's got a pulse
and his airway's clear.

Kingy, just take
over for me, OK?

- Keep his head still.
- Sure.

- There you go.
- Got him.

Suspected spinal
and internal injuries.

Yeah.

We've got a compound
fracture to the left tib and fib.

He's stable at the moment, but
we need to make him a priority.

- Give me a collar.
- Boss, we need the medevac now.

Fingers is already
on it. How's Elvis?

He fell on top of this guy.
This guy landed on the rocks.

Brains! Now!

ASAP!

Come onl

Are you sure Elvis
is all right to travel?

Yeah, I'll go with him. To
drop him off at the hospital.

For crying out loud, I'm
fine. It's just a rib injury.

Yeah, and potential
punctured lung.

Other than that, he'll live
on to twat another day.

Let's get him on. We ready?

Georgie.

Well, he's a very lucky man.

Is he?

A fall like that could
have killed you.

Well, here I am,
alive and kicking.

Only you could have
took a fall like that

and ended up with
sore ribs and bruises.

X-rays show no fractures then?

Hairline fracture
to seventh rib.

We can give you
some pain relief.

Other than that,
rest up, young man.

You so nearly died, Elvis.

Thank you.

What for?

Being concerned.

How is he, Doc?

It will be very painful
for a few weeks.

Good.

Pardon?

That's what comes of being
a mad bastard, eh, Elvis?

Just trying to
save a life, Captain.

As there's nothing wrong
with you, get your own pudding.

You can jog on, mate.
I've got bruised ribs.

Ask the medic, she'll tell you.

You made that poor
kid break your fall.

To stop him shooting at you.

Bit of appreciation wouldn't
go amiss, would it? Jesus!

Right, guys, I'd like us
to show our appreciation

to our Kenyan hosts
for their magnificent,

nay, veritable feast.

I'd like you to remember
just how tasty this meal was

because tomorrow
you'll be back in Blighty,

queuing up at some miserable
god-forsaken chicken joint

waiting for a
takeaway in the rain.

So, to our chefs!

Elvis, seeing as
you're guest of honour,

and to celebrate the fact
you're actually still alive,

you get to pick our first song.

Oh, pressure now.

And if you get him to play Oasis

I will chuck you
off that cliff myself.

Not leaving me
much choice there.

- What's it going to be?
- Oh, gofor...

Do...She Moves In Her Own Way.

♪ So at my show on Monday
I was hoping some day...

4 You'd be on your
way to better things

♪ It's not about your make-up
or how you try to shape up

♪ To these tiresome paper dreams

♪ Paper dreams, honey Hey!

♪ So won't you go far
Tell me you're a keeper

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

4 Cos you don't pull my strings

♪ Cos I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

♪ Well, oh-oh, oh,
I love her because

♪ She moves in her own way

♪ Well, oh-oh, she
came to my show

♪ Just to hear about my day...

I'm going to go and
chill in my room for a bit.

Yeah, of course. Get some
rest. And good work today.

♪ Looks are deceiving
Make me believe it

♪ It's these tiresome
paper dreams

♪ Paper dreams, honey, yeah

♪ So now you pour your heart
out You're telling me you're far out

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

♪ But you don't pull my strings

♪ Cos I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

♪ Well, uh-oh, oh,
I love her because

♪ She moves in her own way

4 Uh-oh, she came to my
show just to hear about my day

Don't turn around. Just listen.

I loved you from the very
first moment I saw you

and I'll love you
till my very last.

I wanted to marry you. I
did. I wanted to turn up.

But on the morning
of our wedding...

..suddenly this little
girl walks into my life.

This little girl I didn't
even know existed.

Debbie and I had been out
a few times, which was fine...

Then I went on tour and
met you and I texted her

and told her that
her and I were over.

I promise you, the first time I
knew anything about the baby

was a knock at the
door before our wedding.

I felt like that one moment

my entire life had just
flipped upside down.

All I wanted to
do was run to you.

And there I am with
this baby in my arms

and I felt like I had
to step up to the plate

and take responsibility.

And shit on me?

I was shitting on
myself too, George.

I had to sacrifice
you, didn't 1?

I sacrificed the
one thing I wanted

more than anything
in this world.

Throwing you away to give
this baby some sort of a life.

I thought I was doing my duty.

I was in agony, George. And
I've been in agony ever since.

Why didn't she tell
you she was pregnant?

Because she knew I loved you.

And you texted her
and told her, did you?

Yes.

I'm so much happier
without you, Elvis.

Yeah, well, I'm happy for you...

..and your new
boyfriend, your new life.

I just needed you to know
that I never meant to hurt you.

Let you down.

- Are you and Debbie together?
- No.

I have Laura whenever I can.

She's my life now.

I wanted to tell you,
Georgie. I tried to tell you.

I just didn't know
what to do. I was...

Weak.

Was weak.

I was going to say lost.

I just...

I just wish that I
could stop loving you.

You need to sit up, take
the pressure off your chest.

Come on.

- Careful.
- You done there, Marie?

- Nearly.
- Oh, it looks brilliant.

- Where's Jamie?
- Oh, he's inside, I think.

- Is that high enough?
- Jamie, come on.

- Let me see.
- Is it tight enough?

Yeah, that looks fine.
Just tie it in a double knot.

- Have you finished?
- Yeah.

Let's have a look.

Perfect. If a tad American.

Qil Don't be so cheeky, youl

I'm joking, it's
great. I love it.

You looking forward to
being at home, Kingy?

Yeah, there's a couple of
people in need of a good visit.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Any time, boys.

My mum's picking me up.

Right. Square these away
and get them on the bus.

Right, guys. Grab
your bags and let's go.

Don't think you're always

getting a car back
to Manchester, Lane!

- Boss.
- Your humanitarian tour, eh?

Something to tell the grandkids.

Oh, yes.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm just a bit
knackered that's all.

We're off to Syria
in five weeks' time.

I'd like you with
us as our medic.

Does that give you enough
time to sort yourself out?

Boss, man. Sorry. Don't
want to like push it or anything,

but to save me heading
back to the barracks,

farting about for a day,

why don't I escort Lane
back to Manchester?

Because, you're not on
leave for another 24 hours.

I will kind of be on
duty looking after Lane

and she's dead
vulnerable, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. Very.

Fall in line and
leave her alone.

No, honestly, I don't mind. It's
nice to have a bit of company.

Get inl

- Are you mad?
- I'll meet you out front.

All right, see you.

Take care of yourself, Lane.

Give me aring in a
couple of days' time.

In fact, you can ring me
any time you like. 24/7.

You know that, don't you?

- Yeah, thanks, boss.
- You'll be all right.

What did she say?

Just going past
the shops, she said.

Is that her?

We don't know what
car she's in, do we?

I think it is.

Itis.

Come on. Family hug, eh?

- Oh!
- Oh!

Welcome home, kid.
Where have you been?

Hiya.

I'll give you a hand with that.

I missed you.

- You still here, Fingers?
- I know when I'm not wanted.

Sorry. Jamie, this is Fingers,
a fellow Manc from the platoon.

- How you doing, mate?
- Nice to meet you.

Cup of tea first?

I won't say no to a brew, me.

- Mum, is the kettle on?
- Course itis.

Come on then, love.

- Why ain't you asleep?
- Hm?

No, I'm too happy.

- You OK?
- Why shouldn't I be?

It must take some adjusting.

Even for a colossus like you.

You calling me fat?

- Strong.
- Fuck off.

You're safe now.

-AmI?
- Of course.

You don't think you are?

Ignore me.

I didn't mean to...

I didn't mean to rush tonight.

Why would you say that?

I just... I just
want you with me.

I am with you.

I know it's going
to take some time.

That's that one done.

So it was the Addis
Ababa flight, was it, sir?

Yes.

Business or pleasure?

I've been working for a charity.
Visiting some outreach projects.

Very nice. Thank you, sir.

Ooh, yeah.

- So good.
- You fill your boots, love.

We could come here
for the wedding breakfast.

Oh, God. Don't give
your dad any ideas.

I shouldn't even be eating
this. I'm going to be so bloated.

And I intend to pull
at your wedding.

Don't worry. Men
aren't fussy at weddings.

Bloody charming.

No. I didn't mean that.

I just meant, you know,
with a free bar and that...

Mum, when you're
in a hole, stop digging.

Hold on, there's
going to be a free bar?

That doesn't sound very Dad!

No, because my Jamie's
paying, that's why.

Right. See you back
at base camp, yeah?

- Yeah, give Jamie our love.
- Will do.

You not staying at his tonight?

- Probably.
- Dirty mare.

Oi. Bye, Mama.

- Bye, Baba. Love you.
- Love you.

- See you later.
- See youl

Elvis, you can't...

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Everything all right?
- Yes, massively.

Just had a big
fry-up with the family,

so all is well in the world.

Georgie shouldn't be
contemplating going on tour.

She needs complete rest.

I'm seeing people...
that aren't there.

Raynott re-entered the
country on August 28th.

Do they think he's planning
something on home soil?

Did anything happen between
you and Elvis out there?

Jamie, no.

I do love you, you know.

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