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At 1800 hours, the NLF will
be ending my son's life.

They're offering a swap --
Kadir in exchange for George.

We don't talk to terrorists.

I took a look at your
story, poor Valerie Cotton.

You're a pregnant woman, you
don't know what you're saying.

You're the one making
me have these babies!

I'm here to see Martha Franklin.

I'm Captain Martin's wife.

So this is not a friendly visit?

No, I love him.

I don't want you to have anything
to do with this, Armstrong.

You won't pull this off without me.

Tony.

One woman and a child, in
exchange for your great leader.

Mummy! Daddy!

Captain Martin, I'm
placing you under arrest,

for allowing the escape from
lawful custody of a prisoner of war.

Open.

Legs apart.

What are you looking for?

Aden, where east meets west.

Vital as an oil refinery as
well as a Gulf trade route.

The beach here at Aden is lovely.

The sun is warm and the
sharks are not always hungry.

The occasional outbreaks of violence
are caused by what are officially

called dissident tribesmen.

As long as there's trouble,
there must be troops.

The Queen has full confidence in
Aden's future, describing it as

the perfect example of colonial rule.

What are you doing?

Cover for me.

Where are you going?

Look, the NLF will kill
Yusra for what she did.

And we're letting it
happen. I'm not having that.

Please, please.

Corporal Armstrong.

Where is he?

On patrol, sir.

- Get him back.
- Erm, there's no radio contact, sir.

It's a problem up in Radfan.

- Bang! Bang! - I see.
- Bang! Bang! Bang! - Yes.

Bang. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

- That's settled, then. Ten o'clock
tomorrow. Goodbye. - Bang! Bang!

Bit quieter, darling, Daddy
can't hear himself think.

Where's Yusra?

Go and play in your bedroom, George.

Well, they've taken a statement from me,

- which means I have to give evidence.
- In court? Against Joe?

It's not "against" him,
Mary, it's just the facts.

I gave the order, he disobeyed it.

He saved George!

- Mary... - I don't understand. He'd
be dead if it weren't for Joe Martin.

An order is an order, there's
nothing I can do for him.

You're part of the prosecution
case against the man

who saved our son's life.

He saved me from the bad men.

Yes.

So why is he in prison?

Will they shoot him, Daddy?

Joe saw all of these.

He was there.

And was asked to deny
that it had ever happened.

But he kept the film.

Yeah, you know a good man by
what he does under pressure.

Do the British want these
photographs destroyed

because they're embarrassing?

Yes.

Because they tell a story
that isn't the official account

of what is happening here?

Sure. Do the families of these
men deserve to see them?

I think so.

I should go to him.

Honor. The little man has to lose.

You do know that?

Every time.

What was it?

You know what the order was.

I can make this so hard for you.

Eczema.

The heat makes it almost intolerable.

He never gets through an
interview without a good scratch.

Maybe this time.

The order was to escort a prisoner.

Who gave you the order?

Major Markham.

Did you obey it?

No.

Do you know what it means
to disobey an order?

Yes.

Sit down.

I had a choice. A child with
his whole life ahead of him...

Who do you think you are?

I want you to listen carefully,

because this is the most important
thing you will ever hear.

The whole of High Command
know who you are,

they're taking a real
interest in Captain Babyface.

If you decide to fight
us, we will expose you.

Does your new wife know
about your sordid past?

What do you want?

Help me.

Help yourself.

Yusra! Yusra?

The NLF don't like it
when you help the enemy.

The family.

Locked inside, burnt to death.

But not Yusra.

Where is she?

I know where she is, but you need to go.

Where is she?! Where is she?!

Where is she? Where is she?!

- Where is she?!
- You should go.

You need to go now. Go now.

- Yusra! - Go! You
should go! You should go!

You should go, go!

Cucumber.

Thank you.

I want an abortion.

That's against the law.

Yes. I'm asking you to help me.

Why do you feel you want to do this?

Why do you feel you can ask?

I'm a doctor. I can't just...

Really? Why not?

You know better than me what I want?

I didn't ask you here for moral guidance.

It's my duty...

It's none of your business!

I would do it myself
if I could, but I can't.

Please.

What does your husband say?

Joe...

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking
of you. I should have been.

No. No, you were just being brave.

I'll be discharged from the army
and I... It'll be years, Honor...

.. and when I get out...

don't wait for me. Find a new life.

- Take the handcuffs off.
- I can't do that.

He's in a cell in the most
secure building in Aden

with the British Army guarding him
and you need to keep his hands tied

so he can't hug his wife?!

What kind of man are you?

Just tell the truth and
everything will be all right.

There. That's what I loved about you.

Such uncomplicated innocence.

Here's Honor, as she is,
as she always will be.

Loved? You said "loved".

- Love. - Then that's enough.
Everything's unpicked by love

and the truth isn't frightened
of anything or anyone.

It's not that simple,

I'm not that simple.

There's something you don't
know about my past, Honor...

Shhh. Not now, hmm?

I brought the film to Martha.
I've seen the photographs.

Honor... Why didn't you destroy it?

I think it's because deep
down, you don't think

that concealing the
truth can ever be right.

Time's up!

When my mother fell asleep
on the chair on a Sunday,

my father would steal in
and allow himself to go back

to their beginnings and whispered
to her, "When you are old and grey

"and full of sleep, and
nodding by the fire,

"take down this book, and slowly read,

"and dream of the soft
look your eyes had once,

"and of their shadows deep.

"How many loved your
moments of glad grace,

"and loved your beauty
with love false and true,

"but one man loved the
pilgrim soul in you."

Look at me.

Hold on to love for dear life, Joe.

When you have it.

So an accused is, erm, well, he's
allowed someone alongside him

to talk to, to take advice from,
to cross examine witnesses for,

as a kind of pal, you know,

so, well, they call it
an officer's friend.

Did you know that?

I did what I did and I'd do it again.

There's no advice to give.

Do you know you almost sound as
if you think you deserve to be

punished for this?

It's very nice of you to offer
to be my... What's it called?

My friend. I don't
really need your help...

Yeah, well, you don't
have a choice, I'm afraid,

cos you saved my life.

Yeah, a life for a life.

I was dead, Joe. I was dead on that road.

They told me at the hospital.

I had minutes left to
live when you came for me.

You dragged me back from the edge.

I can't imagine where you got
the courage and the strength.

- So where's your fight now?
- I have to plead guilty.

What about Honor?

Well, do you feel guilty?

Because if you don't,
and you plead guilty,

then you'll wake up the morning
after you've been sentenced

you're going to look at the
wall of your cell and you'll

know that there is nothing you can
do in the rest of your life that

will correct the mistake you made
in not being honest with yourself.

I'm not sure you'll survive, Joe.

There's no defence, is there?

Why don't we trust in the moral
high ground being a good place

to defend oneself?

Bang! Bang! You're dead.
I've got you now. You...

What would happen if you said no?

What if you told them you
wouldn't give evidence?

Then my career would be over.

I see.

Bang! Bang! You're dead,
you're dead, you're dead!

You can't stay with me.

It's not safe.

I saw your house.

Your whole family.

I thought you were dead.

I wanted to die.

I thought I'd never see you again, I...

I'm never leaving you.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry. Hello. I, I was just...

The door was open?

- Yes.
- Were the lights on?

What? I-I think so.

And the fan? Did you turn that on?

No.

I'm sure...

Laundry.

I didn't send any.

Shall I put it away?

Just leave it! Thanks.

Last time I was here,
I saw Harvey Tilbrook.

He lied to me.

- What about?
- Seeing you.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

But I saw him talking to
a man in the hotel lobby.

Who?

There's nothing to worry about.
Prosecution have got it all in hand.

I'll have the glass, you have the bottle.

Other way round, maybe, sir?

It's court in the morning.

So, why are you here?

If your job were one thing...

.. if being a sergeant in the British
Army boiled down to one thing...?

Knowing my officers and my men
better than they know themselves.

- Captain Martin?
- Is a good man.

Major Markham?

Doesn't need to ask his
sergeant what to do.

Hut!

Hut!

Hut!

All sit.

Remove head dress.

Yes, Mr Bishop.

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence

I give shall be the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth.

Who gave Captain Martin
the order to escort Kadir?

- I did.
- Personally? Directly?

Yes.

Did you later discover whether
the order had been carried out?

Yes.

And had it?

Was the order carried out, Major Markham?

No.

What would you have done?

If you had been in Captain Martin's shoes?

What if it was his son that
was being held hostage,

sentenced to die, clock ticking down
and you had the chance to save him,

what would you do? Your duty?

His child?

My duty.

Thank you, Major.

And if it were your own child?

Abraham was prepared to kill his own son

because God demanded it of
him and what about you, sir?

If the Army demanded it of you,
would it be the right thing?

Erm...

No, it wouldn't. I'm sorry.

This is all hypothetical.

Well, if this officer, whom everyone
describes as the best, the most

upstanding of men, tells us that
there are circumstances in which it

is right to disobey an order, then
it proves the possibility exists.

A principle is starting to be established.

Disobeying an order can
be the right thing to do.

I don't agree. Law and
morality are the same thing.

- What, in Nazi Germany?
- This is not Nazi Germany.

Or at Amritsar.

Would you have shot those 600
defenceless men, women and children

because your commanding officer
asked you to do it, Brigadier?

The question's not a rhetorical one, sir.

It is impertinent!

If my CO's moral map has
room in it for conscience,

then this is not a
strict liability offence.

I, I'd like to say something.

When I gave the order to Captain Martin,

my son was missing.

I believed then that
he was certain to die.

And the end of his life
felt like the end of my life.

Every decision I have made
as a commanding officer,

every order I have given has
been done so with the deep care

that the privilege of commanding the
best soldiers in the world asks for.

- Major... - However, when I gave
that order to Captain Martin...

.. I was not fit to do so.

I was unfit to command my men. I'm sorry.

In interview, you were asked if
you disobeyed an order? Did you?

Yes, morally it was the only choice.

Ah, yes, the moral man.

Where were you on the
afternoon of Christmas Day?

I had work to see to.

What kind of work?

An interview.

On Christmas Day?

- Yes.
- Who were you interviewing?

- A reporter.
- Name?

Martha Franklin.

In the office?

- No.
- Somewhere else on the base?

In a bar.

On Christmas day?

Yes.

Did you tell your wife that you were
going off to meet a woman in a bar?

- Not exactly.
- Well, yes or no?

Not exactly.

You're going to have to explain
that answer for those of us

who believe the truth
to be a simple concept.

What the truth is or
appears to be always depends

on who's looking at it, wouldn't you say?

Did you tell your wife where
you were going? Yes or no.

No.

When did you next see Martha Franklin?

The next day.

- Boxing day?
- Yes.

Same bar?

- No.
- Where?

The Gordon Hotel.

In the lobby?

- No.
- In the bar?

I wanted to explain...

No, no, where did you meet for
your interview, Captain Martin?

In her room.

Are you a moral man, Captain Martin?

It's over, isn't it? I'm going down.

Honor.

What?

I want them to hear her talk about you.

I'm not going to put her through that.

That'd be up to her.

It's fine.

I can hide.

But with a British soldier
beside me, it's not possible.

You must go.

No.

If you love me, if you want
me to be safe, you have to go.

Coca-Cola, please. Ice, no lemon.

It's up to you what I drink?

You're a guest.

- Sometimes you forget, you people.
- The interview has to be in English.

Kadir's English is better than my Arabic.

You don't make the conditions.

If it's not in English,
I won't agree to it.

So, you see, I do.

Western arrogance.

No. A reporter's rules.

How do we know we can trust you?

You don't. I'll write whatever I like.

I mean, how do we know we can trust you,

not to bring the British Army with you?

Well, you don't know that either.

Except it would go against everything

I believe in as a reporter.

These are just words.

What else is there?

He did the right thing,
for honest reasons.

My husband's a good man. I know he is.

Thank you.

How long have you been married?

Nine weeks.

And before you were married,
how long had you known him?

Not long. We, erm, we
met on Valentine's day.

- How romantic.
- Yes.

How much do you know about
his life before he met you?

Does the name Valerie
Cotton mean anything to you?

No.

Really? Nothing?

She drowned herself a week after
writing a letter to your husband.

Oh, my goodness.

The letter says, "I love you.

"I will leave my husband and my children

"if you promise to be with me.

"If you don't make the
promise, I cannot live."

She received no reply.

You really don't know about this, do you?

[The date of the letter? The
second of February 1964.]

[One year and 12 days
before the Valentine's Day]

[on which you met Joe Martin.]

[Was it a dance?]

Sorry?

Did you meet him at a dance?

Yes.

Is he a good dancer?

Erm... Yes.

That's about all you can say, isn't it?

Concerning the character of your
husband? "He's a good dancer."

Thank you, Mr Bishop,

court will resume at ten
o'clock tomorrow morning.

Martha?

Coca-Cola -- ice, no lemon.

- Shall we begin?
- Yusra's family.

- Was that you?
- We kill people who betray us.

You cannot win -- militarily.

You see, Britain,

deep down, is very ashamed of Empire.

She doesn't want to be
seen talking of her shame,

- but she feels it nonetheless.
- Are you talking to them? - Yes.

If that were true, you wouldn't tell me.

Go on.

Why not carry on negotiations?

Why wreck it all by telling a journalist?

It's very simple -- true
independence is not given away,

it's taken.

You want me to write a
story about secret talks?

People in Britain need
to confront their shame.

I'm thinking about Great
Britain as well as Aden.

The benevolent terrorist.

Oh, now, Miss Franklin.

What is this word? Is Mandela a terrorist?

Kenyatta? Nehru?

And, anyway, the British government,
they don't talk to terrorists.

Most certainly not about
handing over of power to them.

You're using me to expose the hypocrisy.

Absolutely.

Who have you met with?

A very distinguished and rare old bird.

The Minister for Colonies.

How can I verify this?

Your laundry is back in
your drawer, your fan is off,

the light on your desk is off,
and the photographs destroyed.

You've been spying on me.

Not us.

What are you doing here?

I don't have time to talk.

I have to write a story
and it has to be now.

You look terrible.

Joe has a past I didn't know about.

You found out?

In court.

Barristers are bullies.

We all have secrets, Honor.

Apart from you.

They think that by telling me
something I don't know about Joe,

they'll turn me away from him.

They're wrong. I love him
and I don't know him,

but both things can be true.

Right?

It's the first one that matters.

- I thought you might be dead.
- Ha! Why?

Well, because without the
photographs, it all depends on you.

I have a story to write. It's
the biggest of my career.

Then Joe will go to prison.

What is it that you said?

The... the little man has to
pay the price -- every time.

What are you doing?

Whitehall, London, please.

Martha Franklin, Washington Post.

Can you put me through to
the Minister of Colonies?

Oh, just a few questions.

He's... He's overseas?

Oh, he's in London.

Thanks.

This is the man you saw
talking to Tilbrook.

Officially, he's not here.

You know what they say at Sandhurst?

If you can't see your face in
your shoes, they're not ready.

And can you?

Sir.

Something for you.

Sir. What is it?

Redemption.

What about the German cars?

- You're home early.
- I thought I could take George swimming.

Yay! Swimming!

- Colin Calvert. Cabinet Minister.
- Yes, that's him.

That's the man I was
taking to The Gordon Hotel.

His code name's Owl.

There, Owl. Date, time.

Pick up 12:55 hours, delivery 13:30.

Co-ordinates eight,
eight, four, triple one.

No. That can't be right.

Triple one?

I remember that. That's
where I was taking Kadir.

Starfish.

Starfish and Owl.

The Minister was here to
meet with the terrorists.

The Government have
been talking to the men

who would have killed George Markham.

I know you've been talking with Kadir.

I know the distinguished Cabinet
Minister is in Aden to hold

secret talks with the leader
of a terrorist organization

who kidnap small children.

I know his people in London are
lying about his whereabouts.

I know all this, because there is a
military logbook that verifies it.

And I know just how
embarrassing all this would be

if I were to publish it.

What would the headlines be?

There'd be no story.

You'd give up your story.

Mr Bishop.

After much careful consideration,
the Crown has taken the view that

there are now compelling reasons
why it is not in the interests

of justice or the national interest
to pursue this prosecution further.

What's he saying?

He's saying you're a free man.

All rise.

~

What?

Kiss.

Oh.

Well...

I've done everything I can.

There's just one more thing.

No, two.

What?

I'm thinking about leaving the
Army. I don't think it helps us

to be fighting all the
rules all the time...

It helps them.

What?

The Army.

It's good for the British
Army to have you in it.

It's what you were doing in court --

saving Joe Martin,

and making them think very
hard about what they should be.

They need you.

What was the second thing?

No.

Ed.

Nothing.

What?

I'd leave you.

If it would make you happier...

.. I'd go.

How do I look?

You look terrible, awful.

Thank you, darling.

I love it when you call me darling.

What do you mean "terrible"?

- No!
- Come here!

I've got you!

They lied to us.

They lied and they lied,

the world upside down.

And then you did the right thing, Harry.

And the world righted itself.

Go out there, inspect your men.

Tony! Come! The sun is going down.

- Quick!
- Yeah, wait, Yusra!

Quick, come!

No, no. Yusra! Yusra! No, Yusra!

No, no, no, no, no, Yusra!

No, Yusra, no, stay with me! Stay with me!

Can you hear me?!

No, no, no.

Where are you?! Where are you?!

Show yourselves!

Shoot me!

Come on, kill me!

Kill me! Shoot me!

Show yourself, you fucking coward!

Shoot me! Kill me!

Shoot me!

Kill me!

Shoot me!

When you join this regiment,
you commit yourself to working

and fighting for Queen and Country.

But these are nothing, compared
with the deep understanding that

when we stand together, as we
do today, it is with the certain

knowledge that the man you
stand next to will die for you,

and that you will die for him --

and that is the promise
by which we all live.

Squad, by the left!

Dismiss!

Come on, Armstrong.