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- (Tyres screech) MANSFIELD: What's he doing?

GEORGIE: I am a British citizen being held hostage

and will be executed at sundown tomorrow

if all Al-Shabaab fighters are not released.

Lance Corporal Georgie Lane.

(Sobs)

Extraction complete. Primary recovered.

Repeat: Primary recovered.

BAXTER: Raynott re-entered the country on August 28th.

And he's been following me.

And I'm shit scared because I don't know what to do.

ELVIS: Terror threat is now escalated to critical.

Attack expected imminently.

Come on.

I can't be happy with you again. It's too late.

- Georgie, don't go. - Elvis, please.

I'm leaving the army.

All I wanna do is marry you.

JAMIE: Wow. London looks incredible.

It's nice in here, innit? Up in the clouds.

It's just a little pre-wedding treat before the chaos begins.

Can't we stay here forever? Away from the world?

Hmm.

Away from them two, of course.

Yeah, I'm not gonna miss close protection.

We're so vulnerable, aren't we?

I thought you were about to say something romantic

about the night sky.

Well, you can take the girl out the army...

(Both chuckle)

You are gorgeous when you smile. You know that?

Hmm.

Well, how about when I frown?

(Laughs)

(Giggles)

- That's not a great look. - No.

Well, I promise I'll be smiling on Saturday.

One more week and I'll be out the army

and those two will be gone.

And no-one will ever bother us again.

Hmm.

Cheers.

Cheers.

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♪ 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

- Are you serious? - Yes, boss.

That's a massive error of judgement.

Why?

You're having a free bar with Two Section at your wedding?

Only one way that's gonna end.

You'll have to keep them in check for me.

Thought you were gonna start moaning about me leaving.

That's a massive error of judgement as well.

After what I've been through?

I've kept up to date with your psych evaluation.

- Is that allowed? - Not the details.

Just that you're progressing nicely.

Look, I've told you, you're a fine soldier.

Don't throw your career away so soon.

I've made my decision, boss.

I just wish the world could get along.

Good luck with that. Two Section can't even get along.

Oi, medic, you gonna find out how my recovery went or what?

Mansfield, button it. Parade!

Parade! Attention!

As you were, Kingy.

Stand at ease!

Stand easy!

Final mission-specific training before Syria.

Well, you look after them for me, boss.

Wish you were coming, so you could do that.

16-mile TAB. Full kit.

- (Inhales sharply) - Good stuff, Kingy.

Anyone not putting a shift in, you let me know.

Boss.

You're not coming with us, Georgie? One last time?

Nah, you're all right. See you all Saturday.

Where I have reassured her your behaviour will be exemplary.

- (Chuckling) - Exemplary, boss.

Right, guys, once you sort all your kit out,

see you down at the armoury in five minutes for weapons.

Let's crack on.

What are you doing here?

I am officially in Manchester

until Abu is apprehended or neutralised.

Any developments?

No. Still questioning his accomplice, though.

- And? - Nothing as yet.

Don't worry. He'll break.

- Big day, Saturday, then? - Yeah. Yeah, it's no secret.

All right, I'll crack on, then.

Yeah, Okay. Bye.

Have we got everybody? I feel someone's missing.

No, everybody's out there. We just gotta mix it up a bit more.

Let's put Dave and Janet and Polly and Pete on that one.

Why? Dave and Janet and Polly and Pete together? Why?

- Are you completely bonkers? - Probably.

She married you for starters.

If you have all his family on one side, ours on the other...

Dad, in't that supposed to happen?

Butt out, Marie.

People want to sit next to who they know.

In the church, yes, but not in the reception.

People want to sit next to new people. Georgie?

Each table should have family from both sides.

Thank you. That's all I'm saying.

I just want people to sit next to people they know!

- (Ringtone) - What you doing now?

(Arguing)

This is exactly why no-one should ever get married.

Thank you for your words of wisdom.

I can't speak. What do you want?

Cab driver's just called in.

He's picked up someone matching Abu's description.

- Was it definitely him? - Yes, we think it's him.

Almost certain. Matched it to CCTV in the street.

Did the driver say where he dropped him?

Somewhere by the canal. But there's no CCTV there.

- Oh, you're joking. - (Doorbell)

- Everything's gonna be Okay. - I've gotta go.

Shit.

(Exhales)

Mum!

BOTH: Hi. GEORGIE: Hi. Come in, come in.

Bit of a madhouse in there, so if you change your mind...

- (Laughter) - He won't change his mind.

(Laughter)

Thought we'd meet your family then get out of your hair.

Yeah. Come through.

- Hi. - Hiya.

- (Laughter) - Oh, how lovely to see you all.

Gary and Faith, my mum and dad, Grace and Max.

- Hi. - Nice to meet you. Hello.

- Hello. - Hi. Lovely to meet you.

And they're my sisters. Thing One, Thing Two.

Oh, and my nan.

- Lovely to meet you. - What's your name, love?

- Faith. - Fay.

- Gary. - Harry.

- No, Gary, Nan. - Gary.

- Gary. - Faith, Gary.

And can I just say,

with God's pencil, we could not have drawn a better son-in-law.

Aw, what a lovely thing to say. Thank you.

Should have got a two-bedder.

You got a one-bedder so your parents wouldn't stay.

Do you think they're shagging in our bed?

Ohhhh!

Don't pretend you weren't thinking the same thing.

Believe it or not, that is the furthest thing from my mind.

FAITH: I said we should have slept on the sofa bed.

- I wouldn't hear of it, Mum. - He's a gent, Faith.

That's because I was the pushy black mum.

All right, Mum, go to bed. Stop oversharing.

(Whispering and giggling)

MAN: Here, mind out.

(Camera shutter clicks)

Someone's been a busy boy.

Come on, Lane!

Could have made more of an effort

considering it's your last week.

Didn't look that fast to me.

It was a CFT, you thicko. Wasn't meant to be fast.

Thought you might like to know we raided Abu's safe house.

He'd long gone but found a big haul of explosive materials.

Forensics are going over it all now.

Tell your sister to update her privacy controls on Facebook.

What, you stalking me, you weirdo?

Not me, no.

Who is?

Abu?

He printed off pictures of you and stuck them to his wall.

(Sighs)

Do you think he knows about the wedding?

We're not discarding any possibility.

Well, is it safe to go ahead, what?

We just need to be certain you're safe.

How can we be certain when we don't know what he's planning?

That's why we need to figure out his target.

Cos it could be anywhere.

More likely to be somewhere important or significant to him.

It's personal now, George.

Anyway, the mother wants to meet you.

- Abu's mother? - Yeah.

Wants to ask your forgiveness.

Counter-terrorism think you might extract some useful intel.

Might reveal something to you she hasn't been revealing to us.

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

A word, please, mate.

I haven't got any cash if you're trying to tap me for a fiver.

Why did you get transferred up here, Elvis?

Well, you know, just thought I'd...

I'll stop you there, pal. Rhetorical question.

I think I know why, don't I?

She's leaving the army and starting a new life.

Back off.

What am I supposed to do?

- I know you, Elvis. - And you love me.

Indeed. Warts and all.

It's the warts I'm worried about and their effect on Georgie.

Now, leave her alone.

Understood?

Is that another rhetorical question?

Yes. Now fuck off and let me get on with some real work.

Yes, sir.

See ya later.

I mean, the thing is, the table displays are all very nice.

Something simple for the centre of the table, I always think.

- Is there a cost implication? - All taken care of.

Whichever one you think goes.

MAX: What about allergies?

I think you should meet her.

I'll come with you if you like. Moral support.

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

Thanks for agreeing to this.

Sir.

Top of the hill, first bench on the left, green jacket.

- Georgie Lane? - Yeah.

- How was your journey? - It... Yeah, fine. Thank you.

Did you come down from Manchester?

- Yeah. - On the train?

They say Guy Fawkes' conspirators came up here

to watch Parliament explode.

It's a good place to watch London burn.

Millions of people down there.

They've no idea we're up here watching them.

Do you know where he is? Where he might be?

If you only came for information,

you're going to be disappointed.

We need to find him.

I don't know where he is.

He had a girlfriend at university.

Saira.

Her parents took her up to Manchester.

She was a Muslim.

So do you think Saira got him interested in Islam?

I think he was in love with her

and ah...

he wanted to know everything about the religion. For her.

They started going to the mosque.

But then it went way... way beyond...

It... Sorry.

It's Okay.

Go on.

Then Saira finished with him.

I mean, he was heartbroken.

Then angry.

But I tried my best, you know.

I don't know who my son is.

(Inhales and exhales)

I was hooded.

Thrown in the backs of vehicles.

I was... beaten, kicked.

Abused.

Physically and mentally tortured.

I had my head held back... by my hair...

while they spat at me.

I got told that I was gonna die...

Filmed... begging for my life.

All for your son's pleasure.

And the more pain and torment I was in,

the closer to Heaven your son felt.

- I'm so sorry. - No, it's fine.

I don't want you to be nice to me, Okay?

You wanted to understand what I... went through.

My friend died in my... in my arms.

(Exhales heavily)

And I'll never get her blood off my hands.

You know, every day I look down...

and I can imagine it.

I'm so sorry.

My arms were chained... so high...

the pain was so intense that I wanted to give up.

I had boots on my head.

Their hands... all over my body.

- But they rescued you. - Yeah.

But, you know...

I wonder if... Abu...

Jason...

if he would have...

I wouldn't have these thoughts in my mind, you know.

Do you think he's evil? I mean, do you think there's no hope?

That he's just... pure... evil?

Yeah.

(Exhales)

Here.

Thank you. Right, so go on.

We're analysing every little flicker.

Upstairs?

Yeah. Psychologists working with counter-terrorism.

Anything else?

They found a phone that Al Shwadify's been using.

- And? - Photos of potential targets.

Including my wedding?

No. You're about to be called in to see the Brig anyway.

Why?

Wants to err on the side of caution.

Get you to move your wedding back a day or so.

- Oh, piss off. - I'm being serious.

On the back of your recommendation.

I'm only thinking about you.

No, you're thinking of yourself. You're a fucker.

Look, it's not a big deal, Mum. We're pushing it back by a day.

Tell her my mum's ringing round.

Do you hear that, Mum? Grace is calling round all the guests.

Yes, the honeymoon is booked.

Georgie says it's for everyone's safety. Yes.

Mum? Mum. Mum, I gotta go. I love you. Bye.

- How you doing? - Yeah, I'm about ready.

Okay, cool, we gotta go. Gotta go.

All right, close your eyes.

Go on.

Open.

What do you reckon?

Is this Wayne Rooney's house?

No.

But it could be ours.

- (Both laugh) - What?

- Hello. - Hi, hiya. Hi.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- Nice to see you again. - Lovely to see you again.

Uhm... shall I just leave you to it, then?

Yeah, thanks. We'll have a look round.

Thank you.

(Exclaims) It's so much bigger than it was on the internet.

This was the one you picked?

- Yeah. - Dream house?

Yeah. Wow. It's frigging massive.

We need frigging massive with all the kids we're gonna have.

Oh! Ha-ha! You see, all we need now...

- goal in the garden. - (Both chuckle)

I just, ah...

I can't imagine myself living in a place like this.

I know. It's amazing, isn't it?

- Yeah. It's beautiful. - Hmm.

Wow. The garden's huge.

- Well, we'll get a gardener. - (Chuckle)

What am I gonna do? Be a lady who lunches?

It is what you wanted, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah, course it is.

I just think...

I'll have to do something else, you know? For me.

- Hm. - Would you like a coffee?

Yes. Lovely. Thanks.

(Ringtone)

Sorry, I just need to get this, yeah?

Hello?

Hi, yeah, this is Georgie.

Oh, hi, Saira. Thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, yeah, it'd be great to meet.

Uhm...

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure that'll be possible.

Right, I'm off. See you later.

See you.

Elvis. I'm going to see Saira.

Yeah, I know she has already been interviewed, but...

if I have five minutes to chat

we might find something of significance.

Yeah. Yeah, at the university.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

With the vest...

I'll be in control.

This one means everything to you, Abu Jaseer.

So you won't fail.

He was always on his own...

Even in lectures, he'd sit apart and...

Dunno. I guess I felt sorry for him.

Is that the reason why you went out with him?

Pity?

No. Not really.

I... I'd go and sit with him in the canteen.

And he'd stare at me. I sensed that he was grateful.

We went out a couple of times, saw a film, went for a pizza.

And before I knew it, we were sort of a couple.

Then he said he wanted me to take him to the mosque.

Oh, I must sound like such a fool.

If I was sitting where you are now,

- that's exactly what I'd think. - No, not at all.

I just... floated along and then...

I sort of said that maybe he should chill out with the mosque

and he just lost it with me,

telling me I wasn't a good Muslim.

Is that why you ended things with him?

Well, I tried.

He started blaming all the other students

for turning me against him.

Did you hear anything of him after he went to Ethiopia?

He texted me from the airport when he left.

He said "I'll see you again".

- That's it? - And my name.

Well, he used to call me Saba.

My initials, SA...

and he'd joke that when I graduated I'd be S-A-B-A.

- Yeah. - So he'd call me Saba.

So when that text came in...

Well, he hadn't called me that in a really long time.

I don't know. It was...

It was like I had him back for a moment.

It's been really good talking to you.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Me too.

At least when I graduate on Sunday, I can leave Manchester.

So that'll be the first day of my new life.

Yeah. Mine too.

I'm getting married.

(TV on in background)

Hi. You Okay?

Shouldn't I be?

Yes.

That's Okay, then.

- (Sighs) Go on. - What?

You tell me.

Well, how about you tell me who you really just met up with?

I told you, an old friend.

You had to give close protection the slip to meet them?

Yes, because I didn't want the palaver of telling 'em!

Because they might know who he is.

When are you gonna stop fucking lying to me?

I promise you... I promise it wasn't Elvis,

if that's what you're thinking. I promise you.

I had to see someone so I can draw a line under everything.

But I promise, Okay, I promise it wasn't Elvis.

I went to see Abu's girlfriend from university.

Why? Why would you do that without protection?

Because... Maybe I need closure.

- Captain James. - Take it.

Boss?

Tomorrow? Okay.

All right.

All right. I'll see you in the morning, yeah, at the barracks.

Okay, bye. Bye.

I want you to come in with me tomorrow.

Why?

Because I want us to walk out together on my last day.

- New beginnings. - Exactly.

And I want a chauffeur.

(Both laugh)

- (Party horns blare) - (Cheering)

Pipe down, lads! Calm down!

Lane, we just wanna say goodbye and good riddance!

(Laughs) Oh, thank you.

Just a little token of my esteem.

Oh, Brain, thank you. Thank you.

It's a model of his arse made of chocolate.

(Laughter)

It was good to meet them.

- So, everything all right? - Yeah. Just a bit sad.

And happy at the same time if you know what I mean.

George. Can I have a quick word?

Er... yeah. Yeah, what is it?

I just need to brief you on something.

Well, DI Williams has already briefed me.

Yeah, well, this is classified, so...

Well, you two crack on. I'll wait in the car.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

Yeah. Okay.

- What's classified? - Don't marry him.

- Shut up. - It's too dangerous.

Abu is out there somewhere.

Don't marry him till your head's straight.

- I'm fine. Any new intel? - You're marrying the wrong man.

What? And you're the right one, I suppose?

Look, we only get one chance.

I'm not screwing it up this time.

Without each other, we're useless.

No, you are, for not turning up on our wedding day.

- Now it's too fucking late. - It's never too late.

Goodbye, Elvis.

Why have pictures of you on his wall

if he wasn't planning something?

- Do you love me? - You know I do.

- And you'd do anything for me? - Yes.

Then find Abu and neutralise him.

What if they're onto me?

Worked out my target?

How can they have worked it out when it's only up there?

(Chatter)

Nobody talks to each other.

Absolutely.

(Lively chatter)

Ssh. Ssh.

Ssh... Quiet. Boys, behave.

(Cheering)

Boys.

So sorry. They followed me here.

They're fine. They're not doing any harm.

No, it's just an intimate pre-wedding dinner.

- I can get shot of them. - He's kidding. No, it's fine.

No, it's fine. I'm joking.

It's weekend leave before Syria, so...

Here we are then, here's something to liven up the party!

Ooh!

- Pass 'em down! - Pass 'em down!

Gary. Gary.

Long day tomorrow.

Let's get these down our gullets.

- They're on Dangles' tab! - Thank you, Dangles.

Are you ready, everybody? One. Two. Three.

Ha-ha-ha!

I love that burning sensation.

(Coughs)

(Overlapping voices)

- Hey. - Sorry.

(Clinks on glass)

Lords, ladies and gentlemen... If I can have a bit of hush.

Dad. Sit down.

Unaccustomed as I am...

I thought the speeches were tomorrow?

Yeah, the proper speech is tomorrow but I've just...

I've got that sorted. It's moving and brilliant.

I just want to say tonight, with the coming together of

(as The Godfather) The two families...

That's the Tequila.

No, seriously, life is full of ups and downs...

pigs and troughs...

Our beloved daughter is marrying Faith and Gary's son, Jamie.

Georgie... is the most remarkable...

brave, beautiful... woman...

any of us will ever meet.

I mean, what she's done, most of us would have crumbled.

I know I would.

And now I look at her...

proud dad, I know, but... Sorry.

Dad, please...

Hey, how often am I gonna get a chance to say in public

how proud of you I am?

How much I love you and how it broke my heart

when I thought of you in that cage with...

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

I would have swapped places in a heartbeat if I could have done

cos you don't deserve... that.

You only deserve love.

And how lucky are we all, eh? She's back!

Home. And you've got us to look after you and take care of you.

With Jamie's help, Dad!

Look after her, lad.

I will do, sir.

Right, well, that's me done. Cheers.

(Applause)

Oh, caught me unawares there.

I've not cried since February when I got that big gas bill.

(Laughter)

I can't believe you're leaving me with my parents tonight.

You can't see me before the wedding. It's tradition.

I'll just have to see you at the altar then.

I'll be the babe in the veil hurtling down the aisle.

I'll be the cool dude in the corner

pretending not to be massively over-excited.

The hunt continues for a man wanted in connection

with terrorist offences.

Jason Raynott, who's 21,

is thought to be in the Greater Manchester area.

Police say that if spotted, he shouldn't be approached.

Anyone who thinks they know of his whereabouts

should contact police immediately.

(Message alert)

(Message alert)

(Message alert)

(Window rattles)

(Wind gusts)

(Muffled cry)

You really think you can stop me?

Nothing can stop me!

(Screams)

Hey. Are you all right?

What happened?

- (Exhales heavily) - Bad dream?

Yeah.

Oh... just ignore me.

Hey. Don't be daft.

Yeah, but I am daft, aren't I?

You should know me by now!

Georgie.

He'll be there.

I guarantee it.

He's a good lad.

You're bound to be worried after last time.

That's understandable, but... Jamie's mad for you.

He's properly madly in love with you.

I've never seen anybody dote on someone the way he dotes on you.

Is everything gonna be all right, Dad?

Course it's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be more than all right.

It's gonna be brilliant.

Trust me, I'm a butcher.

- Okay. - Lie down.

Okay.

- Thanks, Dad. - Okay. Love you.

Love you.

I know. Every time.

Okay.

- (Chatter) - Hello, people. How you doing?

All right. How are you?

Yes, I'm all right, yeah.

- Considering. - Yes.

Thanks, Dad. Thank you.

Hi.

(Organ plays, people chatter)

JAMIE: How you doing, man? Good to see you.

(Chatter and banter)

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Good. - Good.

(Clears throat)

(Takes deep breaths)

(Approaching footsteps)

Is there a panto round here?

Cos the Munter sisters are ready for their entrance.

Oh, shut up, you look beautiful.

- You all right? - I was having a dizzy spell.

Aren't you supposed to put your head between your legs?

Yeah.

- I'll get you some water, yeah? - Okay, thanks.

(Breathes heavily)

(Breathing echoes)

(Knocking on window)

It's not like you to turn up on my wedding day.

Well.

They've moved me to work with close protection on you.

- Who has? - I have.

Just to be safe.

You promised me you'd catch him.

- And I'm keeping that promise. - Oi!

What the hell... You, gone, now!

Dad, wait! Dad, it's all right!

No, it's all wrong. Clear off.

I'm working close protection now, Max.

I don't care. I don't want you near my family.

Dad, please, just one minute.

- It's your wedding day! - I know. Please.

Please.

One minute - one! - Then I never want to see his face again.

You're determined to fuck this up for me!

What, because I think your wedding day's a credible target?

Think about it. The first day of your new life.

You don't think he'd want to ruin that?

(Message alert)

Are you all right?

Who is it?

Georgie?

Do we have a presence at the graduation ceremony?

What graduation ceremony?

- It's Saira's graduation today. - So?

So, it is a revenge target and it is fucking personal.

It's not me.

It's her.

Bloody hell. What the hell's going on?

Dad, please... No. Dad!

(Lively chatter)

(Chatter continues)

Right, that's it. Me, you, right here, right now.

Max, you're making a mistake. Calm down.

For God's sake, Elvis, just go. Please.

You are not going! Come on!

Dad, we've got to go somewhere!

You're running away with that...

(Tyres screech)

Epic.

We need back up at the university now. We are en route.

First response heading there now.

(Chatter)

(Tyres screech)

It's here on the left!

I'm sorry, lad.

(Siren wails)

(Chatter)

Target confirmed. Eyes on.

Repeat, eyes on target.

(Tyres screech)

Allahu Akbar!

(Gunshot)

(Screaming)

Allahu Akbar!

- Stop! - Leave her alone!

Nobody move!

Nobody move or I will blow this place up!

Allahu Akbar!

- Abu, Abu. Let her go. - Jason, please.

You think this is about you?

It's not about you, it's about God.

It's fucking typical,

you and your fucking privilege thinking it is.

Abu... let her go.

Inshallah.

I'm being a good Muslim by blowing up the kafir.

I took you to the mosque. I was always there for you.

They wouldn't want you to do this.

You know that, don't you, Jason?

- (Whimpers) - I'm not Jason any more.

Please.

Please.

(Panicked shouting)

SOLDIER: In position, boss.

No, hold your fire and wait for my signal.

No collateral, repeat, no collateral.

Inshallah. Inshallah.

Abu Jaseer!

Elvis.

Why don't you be a man?

If you let the female go...

- Engage. - (Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Cries out) Elvis!

Contact!

Gunshot wound, right abdomen. Get me an ambulance!

(Panicked shouting)

(Siren)

I knew you'd pull a stunt to stop me getting married!

You're here, though, aren't you?

All is well in the world.

Elvis got shot.

He's in hospital.

Maybe I could finish him off on my next shift.

It's not him, though, is it?

No-one turned my head, Jamie.

I'm just not the settling down type.

I'm sorry, I really want to but...

You just can't seem to manage it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

MARIE: Georgie.

You're about to be court-martialled.

Oh, come here, love.

It's all right, darling.

It's all right.

Are you all right?

(Sighs) Bet you hate me.

(Scoffs) What you talking about?

We love you so much, Georgie.

Well, I mean, we're getting used to this.

It's not like it's the first time, is it?

(All laugh)

I didn't plan for this to happen.

When I woke up this morning,

I thought I'd be a married woman by now.

Maybe it's not for everyone.

Maybe not, no.

So what will you do now, Georgie?

I guess... you're heading off to Syria?

Come here.

GEORGIE: Thanks.

- (Laughs) - Hi.

It is so good to see you, Nafula.

And you. I wasn't sure if I'd see you again.

Well, I fancied coming back for my honeymoon.

- Just without a husband? - They're overrated.

And you don't have one?

I've got something much more important. A job to do.

With the army?

I can't leave now.

(Both chuckle)

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