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Leave her.

Do what you want with me, but please leave her.

Please don't harm my baby!

No!

Conway, stay with us.

Stay with us, Conway.

Hug the trees!

Let's go, Mo, let's go, let's go.

I'm coming. - I got it.

I got you behind me.

For the mound!

Shit.

See anything? - No.

Ollie, give me the radio.

It's blown to shit, sarge. - Fucking hell.

All right, throw down some smoke.

Yes, sir.

Okay, heads up. Smoke out.

All right.

Head for those tree lines. Okay, two groups.

Mo, you take the path on the left, on point.

Conway in the middle.

Swiftee, come on Conway's back.

Okay. - Yeah, okay.

On my mark, first group go.

You ready? - Yes, sir!

Okay. Move, move, move!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, Conway, go!

Go, go, go! - Go, Swiftee, go!

Go, go, go. - Okay, sir.

Let's go!

Come on! - Let's move on.

Get a move on. - I didn't see anything.

Did you see anything, sir?

Fuck all.

Come on, come on, keep going.

Let's go.

There's a steep hill up here.

Come on! - Let's go, let's go!

Let's go. [soldier groans] Get up that hill.

Let's pick up the pace.

Um, wait, guys, I've got an opening.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Anything? - Uh-uh.

I think I just swallowed a fucking fly.

Okay, guys, take a breather, take a breather.

Okay, everyone okay?

Yeah. - Yeah?

Fuck knows how we got out alive.

No moaning, Mum.

I've got my fucking vest on.

That's my boy.

All right. - You're okay,

you're gonna be okay.

All right! Okay.

We move out east.

We keep in cover of those trees.

Okay. - In the same order.

Ready? - Yes, sir.

Okay, let's do this. Go!

We'll cover back. Go, boys, up you get!

Let's go. Over we go.

Go, go, go! Come on!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

And go.

What have we got? You see anything?

No. - Anything?

No. - Okay.

Everybody on my back.

We're going forward, okay?

Let's go, let's go. - Yes, sir.

Sir. Up here.

Which way?

Uh, we'll go right.

Let's go.

What the fuck is all this, sir?

British engineering, that's what.

Leftovers from the first Afghan war.

The silly sods in Westminster

have been sending us back ever since.

Swiftee, Swiftee, go with him, go with him.

Bet you didn't sign up for this, Conway, huh?

I'm all right.

Split, split.

They're Brits, sir, and they found a door.

Let's go, let's go.

Yeah? Right, in front.

Follow me.

Yes, yes. Go.

Go on, Swiftee, quick.

Go.

Okay, Mo, cover the door.

Mo, you stay there.

We're clear? Clear?

Last person in? - In here. Go.

Okay, cover those stairs.

Where the fuck have they gone?

There was five of 'em. Brits.

Seen anything? - Nothing, cap.

All quiet.

I say we take these stairs.

We clear? - We're clear.

Okay. - Clear.

Clear?

Right side clear.

What's with the Tony Blair mask?

Some of the lads

like to put 'em on dead Terry the Ts.

Come here.

Right, I want you to, uh,

let's see if you can find those other British troops.

[panting] Where are you, boys?

We definitely saw you.

Jesus.

Fucking hell.

Ah.

Fucking hell. Why am I laughing?

This just isn't funny.

Oh, fuck it.

Oh, fuck it.

All right. [gasps] Fucking clear.

Where the hell are you guys?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Don't they know it's time to go home?

Hold it.

They must run low on ammo too, huh?

All right, Ollie, ammo.

I haven't got it, boss.

Who's got the ammo pouch?

I gave it to Conway, boss.

Shit.

Must have dropped it back out there.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

You know the score, then.

Reserve ammo, one shot, one kill and all that.

Can someone give me a fucking bayonet?

Pistol'll do fine.

Here, take mine as well.

There you go, it's got a full clip.

Thank you. - Try not to fucking lose it.

All right, it was my dad's.

Nothing like a fucking babe with a gun

to turn me on.

Eh? - Swiftee.

If you call me babe one more time,

I'm gonna cut your fucking balls off.

Remember I'm a nurse, all right?

Snip, snip?

All right, stay alert.

I can see the ammo bag, boss.

It's about 20 feet out. I'm going for it.

Stay where you are, sergeant.

[grunts] Fuck, fuck.

Bollocks.

Fuck. That's a lot of fucking money.

Fucking deal with that.

Bastards.

Whoa! - It's Mo, it's Mo!

It's me. - Fuck, Mo.

Don't do that to me.

You okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Did they get you? - I'm good. I'm good.

Don't you ever disobey a direct order from me again.

Jesus, Captain, chill.

I didn't fucking hear you.

Like fuck you didn't.

And where's this ammo?

There is no fucking ammo.

There's just hundreds,

thousands of fucking American dollars.

No ammo.

You really left all that money behind, yeah?

What?

You really expect us to believe

that you left all that fucking money behind?

What, do you think I'm fucking storing it in my helmet,

do you, Swiftee? - Yeah.

What the fuck- - Just shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up!

Talk to me like that. - I don't give a fuck

what was in that bag.

All right, bottom line is we still have no ammo.

Got about 15 minutes until sunset.

Right, we'll hunker down and we'll sneak out when it's dark.

Right, you stay on the door.

You two back in the main room.

And you come with me.

Don't fucking talk to me like that again.

Now!

I will fucking come after you.

Cheeky fucker.

I don't fucking get it.

Well, I saw them come in.

You saw them come in, so where the fuck are they?

Don't ask me, boss.

I've looked everywhere.

And nothing. Nada.

I mean, this place is a fucking maze,

but they can't just have disappeared.

There must be another way out.

Which means there must be another way in.

Yeah, you're right.

Soldiers don't just evaporate.

Ah! They must have fucking legged it.

We're probably bringing in too much heat.

Fuck!

Swiftee, for fuck's sake.

What are you doing?

I was just looking for somewhere to take a shit.

Well, go and find somewhere else to take a shit.

Does this look like a shit-hole to you?

With all due respect, sir, this country is a shit-hole.

Come on, back to your post, buddy.

Oh, by the way,

I found a genny, and it's got fuel.

Gonna fucking light this place up

like a Christmas tree.

Makes it easier to see the boogie men, sir.

Fuck me, a place this big

and nobody even bothered to build a fucking toilet.

Fuck me, man.

Holy fuck.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Captain?

Can anybody hear me? Sarge?

I'm at the end of the corridor, if yous can hear me.

Captain? Sergeant?

Can anybody hear me?

I'm at the end of the corridor.

Can anybody hear me?

Identify yourself!

Who is it? - It's us. It's me.

What happened?

Fucking hell.

Huh? - Someone opened

that fucking door.

Someone what?

Someone opened that fucking door.

I've cleared this whole place.

There's no one here.

I knew you'd come in handy one day.

[chuckles] Well, this puts us

back in the game, boss.

Aye, it does. - Where the fuck were yous?

Huh? - Where the fuck were you?

Well, I wasn't coming anywhere near you,

out there looking for somewhere to shit.

You didn't open that door two minutes ago?

No.

What? - Chill out.

I've cleared this whole place.

Nice. A bit of light.

What's in here?

I don't know.

Then open it up.

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck?

Oy! What about this one?

Boys, boys, boys.

Well, open it, then.

There we go.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell!

There's fucking money everywhere!

Fuck me.

Fucking fuck. - We are rich, boys.

What the fuck? - Oh, Jesus Christ.

That is fucking incredible.

What the fuck do we do now?

Fucking hold it together.

That's what you do.

Hold your arms out. - What?

Hold your arms out.

What are you thinking, cap?

You take these and go back and give them to the others.

And keep your fucking mouth shut about this, okay?

Yeah. - All right, off you go.

Okay.

Go on, then.

What are we gonna do with all this?

It's a hundred million dollars.

A hundred million dollars.

That's what I call a fucking army pension.

Pull out, head back to the cop.

And then I get a couple of LRs,

we come back here under the cover of darkness,

take the money, fuck off over the border to Uzbekistan.

There you go.

We'd be on the run for the rest of our lives.

Nah, we get the others in on it too.

We bring 'em back here with the LRs,

and once we've got the money, we just fucking kill 'em,

mash up their bodies, burn 'em,

stick our ID tags on Mo and Swiftee, Bob's your uncle.

Fucking footballers' lifestyle here we come.

Shit, Ollie, we fucking earned this.

You've fucking lost it, haven't you?

You've completely fucking lost it.

We can't kill our own lads.

You know what?

I really thought you were different.

I really thought

you were just gonna fucking fall for that.

You should have seen your fucking face.

You looked like a right mog.

The money's not gonna keep us alive, is it?

At midnight, that's in seven hours,

this war ends.

Yours and my job for the next seven hours

is to keep our personnel safe

and get them home in one piece.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

I am fucking sick and tired

of looking at all those empty seats on the plane

at the end of the tour.

It's already happened on my watch.

It ain't happening again.

You get it? - Yes. I do.

All right.

Pull your fucking socks up.

Let's go find the others.

Did you do that?

Must have been the, uh,

the cap or the, the sergeant.

Where did you get those?

Oi.

Yes, boss. - Go and relieve Mo.

He's up on the door.

Yes, sergeant. - Give me one of those.

Okay, off you go.

All right. - Run along.

Okay.

Conway, a little prezzie for you.

Have you ever fired one of those before?

No, sarge. - No, don't worry,

it's child's play.

A sad fact proven by child soldiers

all over this fucked-up world.

Mo. - Yeah?

Where's Swiftee?

He's gone to find the cap.

Swiftee? Swiftee?

Where are you, you little runt?

You fucking snidey little bastard.

I knew he'd pinch some fucking money.

Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck?

Swiftee!

Fuck. Go, go, go!

Go, go, go! - Let's go. Let's go!

Conway!

Conway!

You okay? - Where are you?

You all right, darling?

Is she okay?

You all right? You all right?

I'm okay. - Mo, contact over here.

Ollie? Come and give me a hand.

Christ, don't try to cop a feel.

Give her to me. Give her to me.

Guys, come on, let's go, let's go! Come on!

Hold her there. Hold her there!

Okay, okay.

Mo, take over here. Go.

Sorry, sorry.

You okay? Can you hear me?

She's deaf. She can't hear.

Okay, come on, come on!

Sarge, bring her in this way, come on.

Okay, okay. - This way, come on,

follow me.

You're gonna be okay, Conway.

You're gonna be okay.

Sarge, take her down here, take her down here.

Put her down there. Put her down there.

There you go. On the wall, on the wall.

Look at me. You're okay.

It's me. It's Swift.

It's Swift. Are you all right?

It's me, all right? It's me.

Okay? You okay?

You okay? Are you bleeding anywhere?

No? Jesus.

That shit me right up.

You must have one of the biggest rabbit's foot ever.

There's not a mark on you.

Oh, no, shut up.

How lucky is that?

Don't think it ended too well

for the rabbit, huh?

Look at me.

What happened?

I don't know, Captain.

Uh, just nothing and then there was a bang.

All right, Mo, keep your eyes peeled.

You keep an eye on her. - Okay.

Ollie, you're with me.

Let's go.

After you.

Mo! - Here. Here!

Captain, I need a mag.

Why do they keep doing that?

They like to let off a couple of pot shots

from time to time, keep us on our feet,

try and make us use up our ammo.

Why don't they just go home, wait for us to leave?

Yeah.

Could be a few young rags

looking to chop off a few more heads.

And then we fuck off

and they start killing each other all over again.

God, it's all so fucking pointless.

Hm.

Tell that to the boys in the body bags.

God's got nothing to do with it.

We have to keep fighting to keep each other alive.

We have to watch each other's back.

That's what this is all about.

Yeah?

Speaking of keeping each other alive,

I need to get some more ammo.

What about you? - No, no, I'm good.

You sure?

I better get going.

I'll see you later, yeah?

Fuck 'em if they think they're getting this fucking money.

It's fucking my money.

You okay?

What the fuck you doing here anyway?

I was, um, getting ammo.

Go back to Conway.

Yes, Captain.

Do you see back there?

All right, behind all that, the ammo, right?

There's a packing case,

with must be, what, a fucking hundred million dollars,

right, in hundred-dollar bills, yeah?

Yeah. Pull the other one, mate.

Look, mate, I'm fucking serious.

Look at me, I'm serious, all right?

And what's more, right, what's more,

is that the captain and the sergeant,

they wanna keep it for themselves.

That's not true.

Why else wouldn't they tell you and Conway about it then?

You're so full of shit, Mama's boy.

Look, look.

Look at me, right?

Go and have a look at it for yourself.

I'll fucking watch here, man.

Go and have a.

Go and have a look at it for yourself.

You better not be bullshitting me.

I'm not, I swear to fuck.

The sarge is gonna have my balls

if he finds out I left my post.

I swear. I swear on my life.

A hundred million dollars.

A hundred million dollars.

That's what I call a fucking army pension.

Pull out, head back to the cop.

And then I get a couple of LRs,

we come back here under the cover of darkness,

take the money, fuck off over the border to Uzbekistan.

There you go.

We'd be on the run for the rest of our lives.

Nah, we get the others in on it too.

We bring 'em back here with the LRs,

and once we've got the money, we just fucking kill 'em,

mash up their bodies, burn 'em,

stick our ID tags on Mo and Swiftee, Bob's your uncle.

Fucking footballers' lifestyle here we come.

What are you doing off guard?

Swift's holding the fort.

Well, then get back and relieve him.

Send him down to Conway.

Yes, sarge.

You were fucking right.

What? - And on top of it all

they're gonna top us.

What are you talking about?

It's a hundred million dollars.

You'd top your own grandma for a hundred million dollars.

No, I wouldn't.

Okay, well, you wouldn't top your grandma,

but I bet you'd top mine.

They're gonna tell us once we're back at the cop.

Then we're gonna come back here

and that's when they're gonna to do it.

Look, we all got that money together, right?

It should be equal fucking shares.

And I'm telling you, what we should do

is we should take the equal fucking shares

and we should do a runner.

I'll go with you on the equal shares plan,

but the rest I don't know,

maybe I just misheard.

I'm warning you, they're gonna stick a bullet

in the back of your head.

You understand that, don't you?

Mind the door.

I'm gonna go tell Conway what's happening.

Found anything?

Well, found another staircase.

I think it goes to the sky.

Could be a way out.

All right, we need to go and check it out.

Okay.

Do you know where the cap and sergeant is?

No.

Sit down beside me. I wanna ask you something.

Do you wanna make some money?

What kinda girl do you take me for?

You been at the morphine?

There's a hundred million dollars and guns and ammo

at the top of that fucking staircase.

You shitting me? - No.

And Pawlo and Ollie are gonna fucking do a runner with it.

But I've got a plan.

You got a plan? - Yeah.

Great. You got a fucking plan.

Look, just leave me out of it, all right?

All I wanna do is get home in one piece

to my baby and my husband.

You've got a baby?

Yeah.

What, you think I was a dyke or something?

Even lesbians have babies, for your information.

I just don't happen to be one.

Do what you want, but if you endanger the unit,

I will shoot you my fucking self.

Okay.

Well, you fucking suit yourself, yeah?

Hang on.

I hope it's not a fucking clown.

I fucking hate clowns.

My great-granddad was a clown

and he was so shit that they fucking hanged him.

You sure you've not been at the morphine?

I'm gonna go and see if Mo heard anything.

Swiftee, is that you?

Sarge?

Captain?

Where's Conway?

Fuck. All right, Mo, you get back on your post.

Ollie, you and Swiftee go and look for her.

Yes, cap.

Move.

Fuck. You made me jump, sir.

Any movement out there?

The odd possible contact, but nothing that could be ID'd.

All right.

Okay, on my mark, I want you to lay down some cover,

right, right to left,

see if anything comes out the woodwork, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Okay. You doing fine.

You show me the staircase, yeah?

All right. - Give it some, boy.

Is this it?

Fucking hell.

Let's not fuck about.

Let's go take a look, yeah?

Captain, get back, get back, get back!

Move back.

There's someone there.

Someone is fucking watching.

No. Nothing.

Fuck. Something was fucking there.

I don't like this. - You fucking having me on?

No, it was there. I saw it.

Yeah, well, you're fucking seeing things.

Yeah, well, I fucking am, actually.

Strange things.

Where the fuck you going? - Come on.

What was all that fucking firing about?

Wake-up fire.

They've gone to find some staircase.

Right, well, look, now's our chance to go.

What you mean, now's our chance?

We grab the fucking money. All right, well, look, we grab

as much fucking money as we can and we split.

And what about Conway?

Wait, you're- you're not

getting all fucking soppy on me again?

What, what? Have you got a fucking love thing for her?

Fuck off, man.

Yeah, well, hard luck, mate.

All right, she's got a fucking husband and a kid at home.

Look, I don't like this anymore, okay?

You talking about splitting on them.

Yeah, well, look, mate, you fucking heard them, okay?

They wanna shoot us in the back

and they wanna fucking burn us.

All right, man, I- I- I don't understand

why we don't just fucking kill 'em.

What?

Well, Terry the T takes the hit. All right?

And by that time we'll be, we'll be, we'll be home,

we'll be free, we'll be rich.

Yeah, you know what? Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Right, let's just go pop-pop everybody, yeah, gangster boy?

Fucking pop them.

Look, mate, I was only having a fucking joke, all right?

Yeah!

I was only laughing with you, mate.

Hey! - Yeah!

I was only laughing with you, mate.

But look, Mo, seriously, though,

will you come upstairs with me?

Because that room scares the shit out of me.

You want it, you go get it.

Captain? Sergeant?

Captain?

Captain?

What the fuck is that?

Fuck.

Swift? Swift?

Sarge? Cap?

Anybody?

What?

Yeah, it's me.

Any sign of her?

No, sir.

All right.

You need to take this.

We've gotta sweep through the rest of these rooms.

All right.

She's gotta be around here somewhere.

Okay.

You good? - I'm good.

Let's go.

Mo, Swiftee.

Meet us in the main room.

Sarge? Cap?

Is that you?

Fucking hell, Ollie.

Where's Swiftee? - He went to the ammo room.

That was the last I saw of him.

Did he take any money?

I don't know.

What money, sir?

Fucking take the piss out of me.

Did he take any of the money and fuck off out of here?

I don't know.

Gettin' the fuck out of here.

What about Swiftee and Conway?

Fuck Swiftee.

All right, Conway must have been taken.

And if we can't find our way to her directly,

then we'll try and buy her back with some of this.

We head north by northeast.

Keep your eyes peeled for IEDs.

For fuck sake, Ollie, take off that fucking mask.

Every time I see his face, it makes me wanna puke.

Ready? Go.

So what we gonna do then, boss?

We just gonna walk up to Terry and be, like,

"Uh, can we get our bird back, please?"

Yep, pretty much.

Great plan, boss, great plan.

That's why I get paid the big bucks, innit?

My foot is on an IED.

Ah, shit.

Hold up, Ollie.

What?

Okay, gimme some light.

Stay there.

Boss, I don't want to be rude,

but do you know what the fuck you're doing?

Careful.

You got any better suggestions?

Rent the "Hurt Locker."

Stay there.

Okay.

What you gonna do?

I don't fucking know.

All right. Slowly lift your foot.

Shit. Take cover!

Right, what now, boss?

Try not to get fucking shot!

Mo! Mo, hit the deck!

Mo! What the fuck?

Ollie, grenade!

Okay, head for the trees!

Go, go, go! - Go, go!

Get to the trees, get to the trees!

Go, Mo. - Take cover!

Okay.

Shit. - Long grass is good.

Fuck!

Can't see anything, Captain, can you?

Fuck all. - Can you see anything?

Uh-uh.

Yeah, straight ahead, straight ahead,

to the tree on the left.

I can see it. See the muzzle flash.

Captain, if we stay here, we are goners.

Yeah. All right, we'll make a run for it.

Okay, head north. - Okay.

And we try and stay together,

but it's more important

that at least one of us gets back.

If anyone goes down, I'm sorry,

you're on your own, you understand?

Okay, okay, okay. - Yes, sir.

That's mission fucking orders.

Okay, on you, Mo. - All right.

You ready? - Yes, sir.

Okay, move! - Cover fire!

Ollie, go! - Let's go.

Take left, Mo, take left.

[panting] Okay.

Keep it moving. - Hug the trees.

Come on, let's go.

Move it! Move it!

Hello? Mo?

Swiftee? Anybody?

Oh, God.

No. No.

Conway, is that you, darling?

Oh, my God, yeah. - Can you hear me?

Yes. - Yeah?

Yeah. - Conway,

where the fuck are we?

I don't.

I'm so scared. - Where the fuck are we?

There's something in here with me.

What?

There's something in here with me.

Shh, shh. Listen to me, listen to me.

Have you got a pistol loaded?

No. - Have you got a light?

[sobs] No.

Okay, listen to me very carefully.

What I want you to do is I want you

to turn your head cam onto night vision, okay?

You remember how to do that?

Yeah. - I want you

to use the LED screen as your eyes, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Have you got it?

I think I've got it.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Keep it going. Don't slow down.

Keep going. Keep going.

Don't slow down!

In here! - In here.

Left here.

Fuck.

All right.

Fucking hell. - Fuck.

My bottle. - Straight through.

Jesus, boss, someone up there must fucking love you.

Yeah, I thought I saw you take two or three rounds.

I seem to be all right.

Okay, we're 5K out from the fort.

The cop is 35K that way. - Okay.

Seeing as Terry doesn't seem to want to do a deal.

Uh.

Question is, we sit it out here till help comes

or head back to the fort?

It's up to you, boss.

We head back to the fort.

Fucking carefully and slowly.

Okay. Let's go.

Go on, Mo.

Okay, careful of these trees.

Please.

Please, God, let me go home.

I wanna go home!

I need a drink.

You know what, boss, I've been thinking.

What if this is just about the money, huh?

Maybe it's just the money they want and not us.

Or maybe it was even those five Brits we saw

going into the fort and not Terry after all.

If it's the money they want, then why come after us?

Cheers. - I don't know. No witnesses?

The money and the ammo was walled-in

until Swiftee found it.

Well, maybe they robbed the money from Mr T.,

walled it in and then came back to get it when we showed up.

With no transport? I'm not buying it.

They were probably jarheads.

No, they're not.

I told you, they're Brits.

Boss, they're Brits.

So you keep saying.

Well, I saw 'em.

Swift? Swiftee?

Is that you?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck!

That was Mo!

Come on, let's go.

Sergeant, you heard my orders.

Get back here.

Boss, it was Mo.

I don't give a fuck who it is.

One of us needs to get back to base.

What the fuck has gotten into you?

What has gotten into you of all people

that you're willing to leave a man down?

Orders.

What fucking orders?

Just orders, Sergeant, all right?

Orders above your station.

Well, you know what?

Fuck your orders and fuck you, sir.

You take one more step, Sergeant.

Oh, you're gonna fucking shoot me now, are you?

If I fucking have to, yeah.

Yeah, go on, fucking shoot me.

Go on. Huh?

What orders are so fucking important

that you are willing to leave a man behind?

Money.

Money? Fucking money?

Yes, fucking money.

American fucking money, all right?

The Americans were supposed to use it

to buy heroine off the farmers, but they fucking lost it.

Our mission was to find it and get it back.

You know how many fucking bombs

those ragheads could buy with that shit?

We haven't found that money yet, have we?

Yes, we fucking have.

Next one's going in your fucking head.

Yeah? Well, fuck you.

Loser!

No, it's me, darling.

No, get off of me! - It's me. Relax, relax!

It's me, darling, relax! - Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! - Relax, it's me!

Don't touch me! - Shush, it's me, darling!

Don't touch me! - Just shut up!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

It's me, all right? It's me, okay?

It's me. Now, shut up, please.

It's me. I'm here, darling.

It's okay, relax, look.

I'm here, all right? I'm here.

It's me, darling.

It's me. Relax, relax, relax.

Give me your head.

Good girl. That's a good girl.

You all right, darling? Look at me.

You're okay. It's me.

Look, it's Swift.

It's Swift, darling, all right? It's me, all right?

Okay. See, look, it's me.

I saw you hanging.

What the fuck you talking about, you seen me hanging?

Darling, I literally went to go and get some fucking ammo.

What are you talking about?

Everybody's here, darling.

Everybody's here.

Come on, get up. I need you to get up.

No. No, no, no. - I need you to get up.

Get up. - Stop, stop.

Get up. - Can't you feel them?

Can't you feel them?

Feel who? Who's here?

Who's here with you?

They're gonna kill us.

Yes, darling.

They're gonna fucking kill us.

All right, they're called the fucking Taliban

and they're gonna fucking kill all of us, all right?

I need you to get up.

Get the fuck up! Get up!

Get on your fucking feet!

Get on your fucking feet now!

I need you to come with me. Get on your fucking feet now!

Do you think that the fucking Taliban tied me up

and left me here like this? - Look, all right.

Are you fucking brain-dead?

I don't know who the fuck tied you up, all right, darling,

and that scares the fucking life out of me.

But I'll tell you what I fucking do know, all right?

This is your first tour and you,

you shouldn't even fucking be here, all right?

You shouldn't even fucking be here,

but you are fucking here, all right,

and you're, you're doing okay, so,

so catch a fucking grip!

Mo, can you hear me?

Mo, is everything okay with you?

Can you hear me?

Fuck it!

Who was the last person you seen here?

I saw you.

No, here, in this fucking room!

Who was the last person- - I saw you

and then you left me

and then I was here in the blackness with them!

Boss, hello? Anybody?

Hello? Anybody?

Guys, can yous fucking hear me?

Those fucking cunts.

What did I fucking tell you all along, like?

They, they, they've, they've tied you up

and they've done a fucking runner with the money.

Where, where are you going?

Where are you going?

I'm going to see if the fucking money's there, all right?

Swiftee, Swiftee, Swiftee, Swiftee.

What? - Please don't leave me.

Well, grab that fucking gun and come on then.

Eyes up.

[sniffling] Swiftee, wait.

Swiftee, wait for me.

This is it.

Who put the fucking lid on?

Hold the torch.

Go easy. Go easy. - Okay, okay.

Right, up here.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Keep an eye on the fucking door, will ya?

Okay, okay.

Keep an eye on the door.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Put the fucking gun down.

Put the fucking gun down now.

Put the fucking gun down now. - Let me out!

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

No! - Mo, Mo, Mo, it's Swift.

Get me out of here. - Mo, it's Swift,

mate, come on, gimme your hand.

Gimme your hand. Gimme your hand.

Aim the fucking gun. - You have it!

Mate, get the fuck out. - What the fuck, man?

Keep an eye on that door.

Keep an eye on that door.

Get the fuck out. Get out, mate.

Get out, mate. Get out.

Get out. - What the fuck you doing,

Swift?

It's Mo. - Get over again' that wall.

It's me. - Get up again' that wall.

I ain't gonna tell you again,

I'll blow your fucking head off.

Get up again' that wall. - Swiftee, it's Mo!

Get up again' that fucking wall now, mate.

Conway, you listening to me?

Mate, put the fucking pistol down.

Fuck you, Swift. - Put the pistol down, mate.

Swiftee. - Fucking me, Swift.

I will do, I will blow- - Swiftee!

Your fucking head off.

What the fuck's going on, man?

I don't know, okay? I.

It's down.

One minute I was with Ollie and, and the cap

and the next I was in this fucking bag,

and that's all I remember.

Don't you get it?

What? - Somebody's fucking with us.

It's as if we've been fucking drugged.

Feels like a bad trip, guys.

What the fuck do you know about drugs?

Look, it's fucked up, but it is real.

I mean, how the fuck is it real?

Hold on a wee second.

How the fuck is it real, huh?

How the fuck is it real, Conway,

when you've seen me dead lying in front of you?

All right, I'll fucking explain it to you, dude.

How the fuck, how did you see me dead?

I don't know! - How did you

fucking see me lying dead in front of you?

Tell me, how the fuck he get in that bag, huh?

I don't know. - Well, where's Ollie?

Where's Ollie and the captain then?

Well, I don't fucking know, do I?

I mean, I think, see, you, you fucking dick,

I think you're in on it.

What?

You're fucking in on it.

Fucking in on what?

Don't play dumb, man.

You're trying, you're trying to cut me out.

I know what you're fucking at, mate.

I know what you're fucking doing, man.

You're trying to cut me out of the fucking money.

Swiftee, will you just shut up

about the fucking money?

Swiftee, Swiftee, listen.

Something's happened to me and to Mo,

so it's gonna be on the head cams.

Conway's right.

If we play back those cams, we should see whatever happened.

But not here.

We don't know what's in here with us.

We need to keep an eye out for Terry

or, or whoever the fuck is out there.

So let's just head up on the roof

and we can look out for all that.

Yeah. - Shh, shh.

Shush.

Grab that AK.

Shh, be quiet.

All right.

Sh, sh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Guns up, guys.

Guns up.

On point, on point.

What the fuck just happened?

I don't remember.

I just remember we were firing at each other, and.

Fucking look at us. There's not a mark on us.

We should be dead.

What if we are dead?

Don't be so fucking stupid.

Maybe the ammo we found were blanks.

No, that's bollocks.

What if, what if this is what it's like to be dead?

But we wouldn't know because we're already dead.

How do you go about proving that?

Well, I don't know. I'm j.

I'm not the philosopher, am I? You are.

What I do know is, we're sitting ducks out here.

Well, it doesn't matter if you're dead.

You're so fucking stupid sometimes.

Let's go find the others, huh?

Come on, old man, on your feet.

I'll give you old man.

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking shit.

What the, what the fuck was that?

Conway, what the fuck just happened there?

That was you.

I told you, I saw you burning.

What do you mean, you fucking saw me burning, huh?

Do I fucking look burned to you?

If it wasn't you, then who the hell was it?

What about the, the, the fucking soldiers

that we seen down at the moat?

No.

Let me see your cam.

No. - Yes.

Look, I know what I saw. - Let me see your fucking cam.

I'm not doing it again!

Look, none of this is helping us, all right?

Whatever is going on is happening.

We don't understand it, but it is happening.

Look, look.

All this shit only started to fucking happen

when it got dark, okay?

But I think it could be

vampires or demons or something.

Fucking kid, yeah, yeah,

there's a full moon tonight.

You know what, there could be werewolves.

Fake, real, horror movies, LSD, whatever.

It's all bullshit.

I know what fucking happened to me

and I know they fucking wanna get me

and that's what fucking matters!

Whoever or whatever it is,

it's already got the cap and the sarge.

Maybe they made it back to the cop.

Maybe help is on its way.

Or maybe they're in on it.

Maybe they're in on it and they've got a bag of fucking cash

and they're doing a fucking runner, huh?

Will you just- - Swiftee-

Shut up about the money!

Look, they already had all three of us,

so if they wanted us dead, we would be dead.

That's why I said it was some fucking whack drugs test.

All right?

And it's only you that's saying that they all got us.

And Mo's cam.

And they hooded me.

Look, just because you can't remember

it doesn't mean that they didn't get you.

How the hell did I end up in the body bag

with the money? - The fucking captain

and the sergeant, you fucking idiot.

Not enough brains to blow a fucking candle out.

Listen Mo, I will, I'll shoot you

in the fucking head, mate. - Will you shut the fuck up.

Are you kidding? - I saw something

move out there.

What? - I saw something

move out there.

All right, I'm gonna try work our way round.

You ready? - Yep.

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Quickly. Quickly.

Come on.

Look at this.

What the fuck was that?

I don't know.

I don't even know if our weapons

are any good against whatever it is.

What I do know is,

we can't just roll over and die, can we?

What about fire?

What about it?

I saw some jerry cans over in the other buildings.

If there's any petrol in them,

we could burn those motherfuckers.

It's worth a try, innit?

You go get 'em. I'll cover you.

Fucking hell. Okay.

Don't fucking lose this, all right?

Yes, Captain.

Wish me luck.

Oh, God.

"Go to war," they said.

"Have loads of fun," they said.

Fuck!

Fuck you. Fuck!

What the fuck!

What the fuck was that?

Jesus Christ.

Shit! Shit!

Oh, fuck.

What's that?

I don't know, but it's coming our way.

It's Ollie and the cap. Come on, let's go!

Conway, no, don't go,

you don't know what's down there.

Just leave her.

It's up to us to keep ourselves alive now.

You don't know what you're talking about, man.

Conway.

Conway.

What the fuck?

Fuck. Fuck, Swift.

I almost pissed my pants.

What are you doing here?

Conway, come back!

I'm here.

Conway where are you? - I'm here.

Come here!

Oh, my God. Mo.

Okay, go, go, go, go.

Mo!

Did you hear that?

Yeah, what the fuck was that?

Light me up.

Light me up.

Mo!

Did you feel that?

Can't breathe.

Darkness down here. Not again.

No. No!

Fuck.

Did you feel that?

Guys, what the fuck just happened there?

Swiftee, it's me. Don't shoot.

Fuck's sake, Captain.

I could have blown you away.

Swiftee, it's me.

Captain?

You there?

What the fuck?

Did you feel that?

Let me out of here!

Okay.

Give her to me. Give her to me.

Guys, come on, let's go, let's go! Come on!

Hold her there. Hold her there!

Okay, okay.

Mo, take over here. Go.

Sorry, sorry.

Come on, guys, with me. Come on, let's go.

You gonna be okay.

You okay? Can you hear me?

She's deaf. She can't hear.

Okay, come on, come on.

[panting] Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, please just let me go.

Please just let me go.

Please just let me go.

Please just let me go.

Please just let me go.

Please just let me see my baby.

Oh, God, please just let me go.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

This isn't fucking happening.

This isn't fucking happening.

Thy Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil, amen.

Come on.

What the fuck's going on, man?

What the fuck?

Okay.

Okay, come on.

Where the fuck are you?

Okay.

Where are you?

Yes, this is it.

Let's fucking do this.

Ah, fuck this.

Yes!

Fuck! Fuck!

Ah, fuck!

Mummy loves you very much.

Mummy's always gonna be by your side.

Oh, my God.

Here you go, Conway.

Look at me, Conway.

Look at me.

You're okay? All right?

You take this.

Look at me and don't take your eyes off me, all right?

Okay. Let's go, let's go.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Are you shitting me?

Hey!

All right, let's get this show on the road.

Times a-moving.

Course I'm not. - War ends at midnight.

Hey, don't shoot!

British troops!

Help! Help!

British! Help!

Is all the money on board?

Yes, sir.

Ten bags. Ten million a bag.

Hundred million in total.

It's all present and correct, boss.

You ready?

All right, let's get this show on the road

and let's get moving.

No! Wait!

Sir, where are you going?

No!

Swiftee! Swiftee!

Oh, my God, help!

Swiftee!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, please, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry, baby.

Don't worry, baby.

Mummy's here.

Mummy's here.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Please.

Leave her.

Do what you want with me, but please leave her.

Please don't harm my baby.

No!

Not my baby!

Please don't kill my baby!

No more, my God!

Just fucking kill me!

Oh, my God.

They're Brits, sir, and they found a door.

Hold up

Go! Go!

Let's go. Let's go, let's go, pal.

In front, in front.

Yes, yes. Go.

Go on, Swiftee, quick.

Go on, go on, go.

Okay, Mo, cover the door.

No, let me out!

Let me out of here!

Let me go, you fuckers!

Let me out of here!

Let me out, you fuckers!