All language subtitles for Our Girl Nigeria Belize And Bangladesh Tours - 03. Episode 3 720p WEB-DL HEVC H265 BONE

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I tried to warn you.
I shouldn't have trusted him.

Don't drive yourself mad,
trying to make sense of it.
We could have lost everyone.

I miss Elvis. Can't ever really ever
get over something like that.

Vest! Vest!

How you doing? I'm all right.

I'll tell you when I'm not, how
about that?

Have you seen Rab?

MUSIC: Good Thing Going
by Sugar Minott

# Ooh, see that girl

# She does something
to my chemistry... #

INDISTINCT VOICES

Here we go, where's the intel? Oh...

LAUGHTER

Culture. Fuck's sake, weren't you
feeling it? Were you not feeling it?

The old monk.

LAUGHTER

You need to sit down,
you, mate. You've had too many.

Yeah, sit down. Maisie, drink that.

What, are you, drinking my...?

Come on now, don't start.

LAUGHTER

Come on. Take that away. No, no, I
don't even want it. Keep them going.

No, literally, man. No.

Well, it's lager,
just not as we know it.

Would it be rude to order a wine?

Would you like me to grab
you the wine list?

Seriously?
Nope, I'm taking the piss.

Right, guys, one more beer each and
then it's back to the barracks.

Up the rant, then, Brains. Yeah, one
more jog, then, is it, Kingy?
Yeah, one more.

Yeah, I'm good. I'll help you.

Hi, love, how are you?

Beer? I don't suppose you've ever
been to Liverpool?

It's where The Beatles come from.

Beer?

Yeah, lovely, thank you.

Brains, you're trying too hard.

It's a nice beer, that,
it's quite refreshing.

I'm going to the toilet.

SHE LAUGHS

Are there any clubs around here?

All right.

Thank you.

Cheers.

LAUGHTER

Shit, I think that barmaid just
tried to pull me.

Did she have a Labrador and a white
stick? That'll be going up your arse
in a minute.

You need to sort your khazi out,
love. It was that ripe,

I couldn't even use it.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Yeah, all right, whatever, mate,

don't be expecting me to give you

five stars on TripAdvisor.

HE SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

We just wanted a drink. What? Oi!
Come on, we better just get out of
here.

Come on. All right, guv. All right,
all right, all right.

No harm done. Hey! Now, that's
smart, isn't it? All right, mate!

What are you looking at? All right,
cool. All right, that's fine.

All right, guys, we're withdrawing.

Go, go!

Out, now! Adios, si!

Como perros! Bye-bye, adios!

Thank you for a memorable evening.

HE SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Very sensitive about their toilets.

Get back to the vehicle before
anyone speaks.

"British Army in tactical
withdrawal."

You using your hotspot, Rab? Yeah.

And, no, you can't share it. What?!

Shittin' 'ell! What?

This used to be British Honduras.
Anyways, it's Belize now,

and there's been some scuffles up by
the border with Guatemala.

It's always the same.

People scrapping over a bit of land
that's no use to man or beast.

Well, World War III almost started
up over the state of their shitter.

Didn't think they liked us much from
the off.

Hmm. Apart from the barmaid.

Ugh, you're a sucker for a pair of
boobs, aren't you, Brains?

If only, mate. Oh, and it's banged
out with drugs around here.

Drugs and alligators. Winning combo.

MUSIC: Battlecry
by Jordan Mackampa

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people coming
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# Can you hear the people coming?

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# This is our battlecry

# Can you hear the people marching
louder than the drums?

# This is our battlecry. #

With respect, sir... When you are
taking a bollocking, Captain James,

you accept, apologise and move on!

Sir.

The forward action reports do not
make good reading.

Mea culpa, sir.

I let you down.

I let the guys down. You let
yourself down, Charles.

Sir. Relax, take a seat.

I'm surprised this Captain Azizi was
able to pull the wool over your eyes

quite so easily. I was naive, sir.
Naive at best.

You were lucky. On Cat A, no deaths.

One special forces fatality, sir.

The finding of the board of enquiry
does not link Captain Elvis Harte's

death with your piss-poor judgment
of Captain Azizi.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Sir. Come in.

Sir.

Thank you, Lane. Come in.

Why do you think I asked you here,
Lane? Sir?

"Corporal Lane was emotionally
involved with Captain Harte."

Who's saying that, sir? Somewhat
taken out of context, sir.

Is it not true?

Elvis's death had nothing to do with
our emotional involvement, sir.

Elvis' death meant that you were not
in a fit state to administer medical

assistance. When you are on duty,

we do not expect lines to be blurred
between our troops,

it rarely ends well.

Will that be all, sir?

Yes, Lane.

Dismissed. Thank you, sir.

I thought Central America was
supposed to be famed for its
coffee!

You knew they were emotionally
involved and you didn't call it in.

I'm sorry, sir.

I need you, as Commanding Officer,
to call everything in.

If you are too emotionally involved
with this unit,

then maybe it's you who needs to
move on.

That won't be necessary, sir.

Lane's actions after the explosion
were understandable given the

circumstances.

We are not linking the events at the
compound with the incident or the

death in Kabul.

He was my best friend, Sir.

I'm aware of that.

It's one of the reasons you're
not being disciplined.

It's on your record.

Sir.

2 Section!

2 Section, shun!

As you were, guys. This is Captain
Roger, Belizean Special Forces,

expert in jungle warfare.
Served with the SAS.

Morning, guys.
TROOPS: Sir.

I trust you've all read the casualty
extraction plan and programme.

Sir. Monk?

Unconscious casualty. A medic would
assess any further danger to

everyone then carry out a CABC.
Carry on, Lane.

Catastrophic bleed, airway,
breathing, circulation.

Told you they were good.

The jungle is a hostile and
unforgiving environment.

Yes, this is an exercise, but as
with all exercises,

there must always be a plan.
We'll be dividing you into two
teams. Each team will be given a

grid reference of where their
casualty is.

You collect your casualty, put them
on the stretcher,

and return to the RV point as
quickly and as safely as you can.

Time is life.

The longer you take, the more chance
this casualty has of dying.

Lane, Kalil, Kingy - Alpha team.

LOCSTAT of your casualty,
MIST AT attached to patient.

Carry out the appropriate treatment,
call it in and evacuate,

being mindful not to worsen the
casualty's condition.

Brains, Monk, Richards and myself -
Bravo team.

You all checked your kit? Sir.
Then check it again.

With me watching.

Right, double away.

Move!

Your kit could save your life -
this jungle is lethal.

Kit, out.

All of it, sir?
Quite hard for me to inspect it

if it is at the bottom of your
kit bag. Fair enough.

Sir.

Unnecessary. I just thought there
might be some time for some tunes,
sir.

You need 100% concentration on this
exercise,

or you could die.

That should shut your mouth.

Check the battery. At maximum.

Weapon checked? And double checked.

Right, guys, you forget anything in
the jungle, you're kyboshed.

Bravo team, on me.

Alpha team, on Roger, he won't be
accompanying you in the jungle,

as this is a medic-led exercise.

We don't have a medic in Bravo,
boss. I have completed my team medic
course every time I've deployed in

operations in Afghan, which is five
times more than you, Richards.

Get your rations from these guys.
Is it like a race, boss? It's a
jungle casualty extraction at speed,

Brains - were you not listening?
It's a race, basically, isn't it?

OK. Sort your kit out.

Right, get on!

The most important thing is that you
all make it to the RV point in one
piece.

Casualty intact and on your
stretchers. Will we need leech
socks, sir?

Have you got some? No, sir.
Then I guess you don't.

Guys, come to attention.

Right turn!

By the front, quick march!

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

Good luck, mate. Don't patronise me.
You, Georgie, Kingy, versus the

rest. Oh, you getting competitive,
man? I am, we're going to win.

Oh! Yes, we are. Kingy, Kingy, do
you think there's any chance of
nipping back to that bar at

some point? Got as much chance as
getting back to that bar as your
team have of winning!

Whoa! Wahey! Yeah, put them up.

Hey, Brains, you in love?

LAUGHTER

Go! Right, Bravo team, form up.
Yeah, game on.

Oh, fresh air.

Alpha team. Sir. You are entering
the jungle, over there.

Your lives depend on sticking to
your roots. Over the river? Indeed.

What about my boots? I wouldn't
advise taking them off,

piranhas love toes.

LAUGHTER

On your casualty you will find a
grid reference for the RV point.

I will be there waiting for
you. Prepare to move.

OK. Move! Let's go.
Good luck. And you.

Bravo team, back on the truck.

What? You are obviously entering the
jungle at a different point.

OK, Charles? Move!

Isn't that giving them a head start?
We'll just have to tab it, won't we,
Brains?

OK, kit on.

Was he being serious about them
piranhas? Think so.

Can they bite through boots? Oh,
Rab, shut up, he was winding you up.

What else is in here, then?

Alligators. Oh, ha-ha!

LAUGHTER

Why don't you Google where piranhas
live, Rab? Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! It's not funny!

I think I've got trench foot
already.

I can feel my toenail varnish
peeling off. Yeah, ditto.

LAUGHTER

I bet this place is a mosquito's
paradise at night.

You are wearing your repellent,
aren't you, Rab?

Yeah.

How long will it take for our
clothes to dry out?

You shouldn't get wet and let your
clothes dry out on your body,

my mum said it's a bladder infection
waiting to happen.

Shut up. Thanks for the information,
Rab.

Come on.

I'll see you at the RV point,
Captain James.

I'm just going back to base to pick
up the Brigadier,

he wants to be there to congratulate
the victim.

And what would you say our ETA is,
Roger? Two hours to casualty, then,

depending on diagnosis after
assessments, three hours to the RV
point.

All right, guys, do me a favour,
let's win this one. You're not after
impressing the Brigadier, are you,

boss? I'll feed you to the
alligators if you slow us up,
Richards. All right, guys, on me.

Path's run out.

Right, we've got the casualty grid
reference. Let's just forge on.

What about all this shit in the way?
Well, this is when we take out our

military-issue machetes and hack our
way through.

Excellent. Your enthusiasm is
commendable, Rab.

When that Roger bloke handed these
out, I was like, "Stop it!"

SHE LAUGHS

Kalil, that is a lethal weapon you
happen to be swinging around like a

ten-year-old with a lasso.
Sorry. Lasso?

Yeah, cowboys and Indians. Bit rude.

Oh, ha-ha. Right, one person
hacking at a time.

You can never stand still in the
jungle. Oh, go on. Panthers.

What? You can never see them because
they blend in with the bark.

Bark? Tree. I know what bark is,
I mean,

why would a panther blend in with
bark? You're sucking the life out of
my story.

Oh, was it a joke?
No, it's fact, I Googled it.

Anyway, panthers sit up in trees,
and when something or someone stands

still below them, they pounce.

CHIRPING

What are you two doing?
He's winding me up!

Right, come on, double.
It's a true story!

Panthers! They are, they do, they
knock them out in the trees.

Kalil, do you ever shut up?! No, he
does not. It's not a case of shut
up, I Wikipedia'd it!

Fallen tree ahead. Bloody hell.

Ugh, we can't get under it, can't
get over it.

Oh, no, we'll have to go around it.
My mum used to read me that book.

Loved it, Sgt King. We can get over
that, Kingy. I mean,

they must know it was there.
We can't go off track.

We can all get over that, surely.
Come on, let's go.

Come on!

SNARLING

Animals live in the jungle -
surely that isn't news to you.

What sort of animals, boss?
Man-eating ones. Yeah, I'm all
right, then(!)

Fuck's sake! Man-eating animal!
Ain't no shit coming near me.

Right, Rab, you top-marked in the
assault course,

we get you to the top of this
trunk...

Using the rope. One end of.

Make sure it's safe to jump down,
then secure the rope to the tree.

We get the medic to the top of the
trunk and you will help her down,

I'll then use the rope to get myself
up and over.

All clear? Er, isn't this medic-led?
This was your suggestion, Lane.

Eh, I'll be very happy to take the
credit.

Will we get a cup or something? You
get a handshake from the Brig if

you're lucky. Right, come on then,
Rab - a little less rabbit...

And a bit more hopping, over that.
SHE LAUGHS

One, two, three.

HE GRUNTS

"I'm on top of the world, Ma!"
I'm not your ma, Kalil.

There you go.

GROWLING

Safe to jump down?

RAB YELLS

Rab! Kalil! Are you OK?

Of course I am.
I'm only messing about.

When I get over there, you are going
to get a kick up the arse!

Kalil! Rab!

HE GRUNTS

What are you doing now, Kalil?

Um...just securing
the rope to the tree.

Do you think anybody's been
around these parts?

What are you talking about now, Rab?

You know, do people
live around here?

Secure the rope and stop talking
shit, Kalil.

Rope secured, guys.

Better be, or I'll be hanging you
with it later. All right, good.
SHE LAUGHS

All right. Thanks, Kingy.

Right, three, two, one.

I'll catch you, Georgie. Get her
down safely, Kalil.

Or what, you'll hang me twice?
Careful jumping down, Lane.

Rab, wait. Put me down.

Down, release, release. Down. Yep.

Yep. OK.

Down safe, Kingy. All right. Thanks.

Bergens, yeah? Ready?
Yeah. Dropping.

Georgie. Got it.

Shall I untie the rope and we can
crack on?

Yep.

By my reckoning, chaps, we are very
close. Oh, mate!

That's me with wet socks! Yeah, my
jungle boots aren't massively
waterproof, it's got to be said.

Mine are fine. You've probably got
the Doris boots on.

Focus up, guys - casualty
approximately 200 metres ahead.

Seen!

Hold there, guys, hold there.

No further danger. On me.

Well, he ain't going anywhere. Deep
laceration to upper left arm.

We dress the wound and tourniquet.
I'll contact Charlie One-Zero,

let them know of our progress.

Maisie, Monk, dress the wound, cat
tourniquet, blast bandage.

Brains, get the stretcher out. Boss.

'Charlie One-Zero, this is Bravo
fire team, we have now located

'and treated the casualty.

'Over.' Charlie One-Zero,
roger your last.

Over. Please confirm that we are the
first call sign to recover the

casualty. Over.

Charlie One-Zero, I can confirm you
are the first call sign to collect

casualty. You've got 53 minutes to
beat the group of Royal Engineers'
time last month.

You've got no chance. Out.

We're in the lead, guys, and we've
got 52 minutes. Let's move this
casualty fast.

Let's hope Alpha's casualty has got
a well mashed-up spine. We're going
to do this.

All OK? Boss.
Watch your footing here.

That's the boss's team on the way
back to the RV with a casualty.

Let's move!

Hold up here a sec, guys. I think if
we take this route, we could make up
some time.

We get to the Brigadier first, we
beat the Royal Engineers' time, and
the beers are on me.

We could go back to that bar, boss.
This barmaid, yeah...

Oh, she so fucking didn't!
What? Fancy you, Brains!

Right, let's move. Nah, she did.
Get over it. Can't believe we get a
bloody neck injury.

This is going to slow us down a bit.
No, it's not. I mean, let's face
it, he's not going to feel it,

even if we drop him, is he? Her.
Is it a she? Rab, what do you think
these are?

Let's get her back safely and Brains
can marry her. He's in love with the
barmaid, isn't he?

Aw, I think it's sweet. She doesn't
even seem to know, though.

Not sure you're the one to take the
piss when it comes to affairs of the

heart, Rab. What's that supposed to
mean?

What? We'll pick some nice flowers
for her on the way back to the RV

point. Don't worry.
That'll placate her.

Who? "Who?" "Who?" "Who?"

LAUGHTER

Right, keep the neck steady and
let's transfer her onto the
stretcher.

Ready, Kingy? One, two, three. Lift.

Fucking leeches! We'll burn them
off at the RV point. Burn them off,
boss?! Exactly.

That all sounds a bit alarming.
Not with a blowtorch, you doughnut.

Just cos Rab's not here, don't act
like the clever clogs now. You burn
them off with a cigarette end, Monk.

You don't even smoke! Do you reckon
my barmaid smokes? Only if you don't
oil her up properly.

Eh, don't diss my bae, Monk!

LAUGHTER

Boss, can we take five for a drink?
No, we're forging a bit further.

HE SCREAMS

Boss, boss! Boss, what's happening?
Boss! Fuck!

What the hell was that? Shh, shh!

Was that the boss? Hello, Bravo fire
team, this is Alpha fire team, over.

Kingy, we need to get to...

Hello, Bravo fire team, this is
Alpha fire team. Acknowledge, over.

It was the boss. Rab! Comms are
down. Must be under a canopy.

Right, let's follow the screams.
What shall we do about her?
Leave it!

Let's tab it as best we can.
Stay safe, guys.

SCREAMING

Get on the comms, Monk, now!

What the hell is it?! It's some kind
of trap. Keep still, boss!

Zero, this is Bravo fire team.
Keep still, boss!

It sounded like it came from over
there. Sound travels differently in
the jungle, Rab. Shh! Listen.

SCREAMING

That way.

Zero, this is Bravo fire team.
Acknowledge, over.

Guys, guys, over here! Guys!
He stepped on some kind of trap!

Right leg torn through. Boss,
boss.... I didn't want to move
anything because,

well, I didn't know. Well done.
Well done, Richards.

You called it in, Monk?
Comms ain't working.

Keep trying! Hello, zero, this is
Bravo fire team, message, over.

Come on, you piece of shit.
Richards, cut off his trousers for
me.

Boss, you're going to be OK. Hello,
zero, this is Bravo fire team.

Message, over.

Shit. It's gone
straight through the bone.

I can't risk moving these spears.

All right, let's cut him free,
let's cut him free.

Kingy, I need some twinings
to make some bandages, OK?

Right, Rab...Rab! On me.

Boss, I'm going to give you some
pain relief, OK?

Keep breathing for me.
Keep breathing. He's free.

All right, get him on the ground,
quick. Nice and steady, come on.
HE CONTINUES TO SCREAM

Get him to lie down.

Grab his leg. You're all right, sir,
you're all right.

Hello, zero, this is Bravo fire
team. Message, over. Monk, anything?

Nothing, sir, comms ain't working.
Richards, I need a tourniquet, I
need a blast bandage.

Hello, zero, this is Alpha fire
team. Message, over. Right, we need

to evacuate him back to the RV
point. We need to get a medivac from
here, there's no way he'll be able

to make it up there. Well, they've
got a stretcher down here. Yeah,
we're lucky the patient was a

dummy. Look, I can't risk the
branches smashing up against his leg
and moving the spear.

Look, we can clear a path, if
that's all you're concerned about.

The quickest and simplest solution
is you take the guys to the RV

point, sort out the medivac. You
know our grid reference,

I'll stay with the boss. From a
medical point of view, that's my
advice.

OK, do you need me to stay with you?
No, it's unnecessary. We need to get
him out of here and into a hospital,

ASAP. On it. Right, guys, on me.

I've given him the last of the pain
relief, so he should be stable for
the next couple of hours.

Do you want me to stay with you? No,
you go with Kingy. We're going to

tab it back as quick as we can to
the RV point, leaving the patient

and the medic here. Let's move.
Rab, let's move.

Keep hydrated, guys.
Brains, come on.

Brains! Brains, Richards, Rab, on
me! See you later, boss.

HE SCREAMS IN AGONY

Keep breathing. Keep breathing
through it.

Well done, guys.

200 metres ahead.

Foot it.

Ah, not bad. Four hours, 45, huh?

Yeah, pretty good.

Sir...we've got a problem.

I need some more pain relief.
It should be here soon.

I think I'm burning up.

Yeah, you've got a fever. That's to
be expected with a fracture, though.

Come on. Are you all right, Lane?

Shouldn't I be asking you that
question?

MOVEMENT IN TREES

It could be a wild boar.

It could be our guys.

SOMEONE WHISTLES

Hey!

Lane. What?
Move me. We need to hide.

Move me. Ready?
Lane. Go on now, move, move!

HE MOANS

Shh, shh.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

GUN CLICKS

Drop the knife!

I said, drop the knife!

HE GRUNTS

It's all right.
We're not going to hurt you.

Boar. Was hunting boar.

You speak English?

Yes.

He stepped on the trap.

Do not pull! They are...

I think he's trying to say they're
barbed. Yes.

We're waiting for help. You cannot
wait here. We need to wait here for
our men. Bandits here.

We don't want any trouble. We just
need to get him to a hospital.

They see you, they kill you.

What type of bandits? Drugs!

MOVEMENT IN TREES

Move! Move, now!

GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING

Get down!

Get down, get down, get down!

THEY SHOUT IN OWN LANGUAGE

Drug runners. 'Ground support to
follow.' Roger.

We've never seen them this far
south. This is a problem.

They just fired. They didn't even
know who we were.

They wouldn't care. They've
slaughtered entire villages.

Why? They say it's business.

Their livelihood is worth millions.

Let's go.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Lean on me.

Ready? Let's go.

Let's go. That's it.

Down, down, down. Quick! One, two.

HE GROANS IN PAIN

OK.

Good. Go back. Lean back, lean back,
lean back.

Keep your leg elevated.

Are you OK?

Anyone they suspect of talking to
the authorities is killed.

Sometimes they take one person from
a village and kill him as a warning.

Why?

They don't want anyone getting in
their way.

Well, what about the police,
or the army?

They're as corrupt, or as frightened
as we are.

They let the drugs through the
Guatemala border,

along the rivers to the sea.
Hmm, and around the world?

Yes. If they saw me talking to
you...

Well, why don't you just leave us
here? They killed my father.

They are not good people.

You shouldn't have to be frightened.
Be frightened? We all are.

And you should be.

They'll kill us cos we're Army?

Tortured and killed.
They hate Army most.

We're here.

That's it. Straight ahead.

Straight through here.

Where are they? Shit! Sir?

Georgie?

What the fuck do we do? Boss?
Scout the area.

Right, Richards, Kalil, search
front, left and right.

Brains, Monk, check the rear.

Lane! Monk, on me.

Fuck!

If there's no sign, we head back to
the RV point before dark.

I'm not liking this. Sir? Dummy.

We're not leaving them out here
alone.

Clearly they had to move.
Or were forcibly moved.

We stay here until we find them.
Sergeant? Boss's Bergen.

They've taken the medical Bergen.

We need to leave here before dark.

We're not leaving without them.

Sir? Blood!

We'd be endangering everybody,
staying in the jungle at night.

We head back to the RV point.

Wherever they are, James will set
off his tracker,

we rescue them from there. How do we
know he even has his tracker?

Why do you think I had everybody
double-check their kit?

Right, guys, listen in.

Brains, organise a 100-metre
search, and stay on comms.

Mais.

And, Monk, push this way.
Mais, stick to that path.

Rab, eyes on this area.
I'll take this path.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

I think they got away by boat.

Or they were taken.

Now we go back to the RV point.

Maybe we should head further. This
area is extremely dangerous.

People who work this river would
have no qualms about slaying all of
us. We shouldn't be here.

JAMES GROANS IN PAIN

I've got you. Come on.

Right, oh, oh! Slow, slow.

There you go.

Oh!

JAMES MOANS

Good. Help me!
Quick, there's a bed.

Right, lay me down.

HE MOANS IN PAIN

Stay here. Is it safe?

Stay here and stay quiet.

Here. What do you think, boss?

Well, this is as safe a place as
any.

If I activate this now,

they'll be here by first light.

First light?! Why not now?

They can't reach through
the jungle at night.

First light will have to do.

Here. Do you have to do that again?

Just want to shut you up talking.

Glad to see you haven't
lost your sense of humour.

VILLAGERS SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

How is he? Yeah, he's running a
temperature,

and I'm worried about his fever.

Do you know anywhere we could get
medication or any pain relief?

We need to get him to a hospital.

Erm, tomorrow, I can take you
downriver to a town.

No, no, no. We need
to wait here for our men.

You can't bring people here!
The Army mustn't come here!

Of course not. We'll move downriver.

Was that your mother?

She will be fine. Well, should we
explain, should we talk to her?

She doesn't speak English.

I will get food. And water, please.

What do you think, boss? We need to
get out of here ASAP.

It's a clusterfuck. If we get seen
here, there'll be repercussions.

How long before my leg gets
infected?

We need to get you to hospital.

How long, Lane? You'll be all right
until tomorrow.

Thank you. Tell your mother we said
thank you.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

What's wrong with her foot? Tell her
I'm a medic, I'll have a look at it.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

How long has it been like this?

One year. Maybe more.

OK. Right, so, what's happened is
she's obviously stood on something

sharp, like a stone or a bit of
glass,

and it's embedded itself into her
heel and her skin has grown over it.

She probably didn't notice it at
first, but now every time she stands

on her heel, it's agony for her.

Can you help? Yeah.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Can you get me a bowl of clean
water, please? Thank you.

Is she OK, Lane?

Are you going to put it in your, er,
after action report,

and how I got myself emotionally
involved?

I tried to give an honest account.

Yeah, well, maybe you should
question yourself and not me.

There you go.

That's the guilty bastard.

You think I don't question myself?
I'm going to bandage your foot, OK?

It's going to be two minutes. All I
do is question myself and the role I

played in Elvis...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

I question myself, all right?

Have you asked yourself if Elvis's
death is down to you?

I know Afghan was my fault.

I was naive.
I took my eye off the ball.

I asked myself if there was anything
I could have done differently and

the answer is, yes, a hell of a lot.
I trusted Azizi.

It doesn't make me a good soldier.

How can you be a good soldier when
your judgment's quite so fucked?

I'm emotion...I'm emotionally
involved with every person I work
with!

Yeah, well, we know when it crosses
a line, though, don't we?

Yeah, like you and Molly. Yeah.

And you and Elvis.

And perhaps I've crossed a line when
it comes to my feelings for you.

You have feelings for all the guys.

Elvis has bonded us, Lane.

Me and you.

Lane? There you go.

KETTLE CLATTERS

What? Ezra, what is it?

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ezra, what's going on?

What is it?

Ezra.

EZRA'S MOTHER SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ezra?

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Shit! We need to get out of here.

Do you think you can move?
I'm going to get up, Lane.

Right, after three.
One, two, three.

Boss, hurry!

Quick. Quick.

Lean on me, lean on me.

Wait. Come here. OK, let's go.

Come on.

I just wish there was something we
could do now.

First light.

It's frustrating.

I mean, we know roughly where they
are from the tracker, right?

So why don't we... We can't access
the villages on the river in the
dark.

Can't we just take a vessel and...?

People will die if we try to get
them now.

Understand that, Sergeant,
because that is real.

Anybody other than Georgie and the
boss, I'd be worried.

What, so you're saying you're not
worried?

Maisie... Just leave it, you two,
yeah?

Us two? Hold on a minute, all I'm
being is nice.

It's her! What am I supposed to have
done, Mais?

Leave it, Rab! Just sort out your
hammock and try and get some
shut-eye.

Yeah, early start tomorrow.

Right, what the fuck is happening to
them?! They've been forced to move.

They're laying low in this village,
waiting for us.

Move into there,

next to the trees. Hold on.

JAMES GASPS

You all right? I need to get these
spears out of my leg.

Every time I move, they cut into the
bone. I can't risk removing
them. You'd bleed out.

I'm sorry, Lane. Ready? Ready?

Yeah. Lean on me.

HE GROANS

That's it.

Got you. I've got you.

I've got you.

There you go. Oh.

I need to loosen this, boss.

HE GASPS

There you go.

How's it looking?

Yeah.

"Yeah"? Yeah, fine.

I'll be happier when I get you to
hospital, though.

Is Kingy still out there?

Nah.

Nah. He won't be asleep.

Not a chance.

The tracker was set off here

and continues to send intermittent
signals.

Is that the closest we can pinpoint?

At the moment. Once we're able to
access 3-D satellite imagery,

we should be able to track them to
within 250 metres.

Had I known they were there, I would
never have given the go-ahead.

And all along this river here,
what's going on there?

A collection of small villages.

They could be anywhere in that
strip.

What time's first light? 0536.

Look, rest, rest.

HE GRUNTS

You need to rest, too.

How's the pain?
It's just every time I move.

HE GRUNTS IN PAIN

There you go.

MOVEMENT IN BUSHES

We're not safe here.

DISTANT MACHINE GUNFIRE

DISTANT SCREAMS

They're terrorising the village.

There's nothing we can do.

We need to find somewhere to hide.

We can't stay here. The tracker's
still in the hut.

Once they've picked up the signal,
they'll come and find us.

We'll move to the village. There was
a signal there 20 minutes ago,

so they haven't moved yet, thank
God! You guys, you're monitoring
drone footage.

If that's Bones and his posse,
who's that?

We are safe to rest here.

We're here.

They were last seen at the village.

Where would you go if you were
fleeing, Roger?

They know the river will lead down
to a town.

GUN CLICKS