All language subtitles for Our Girl s04e02_English

- Put your head up.

How do you know it's not
going to get blown off?

A dead medic is
no good to anyone.

- I could do with
another grown up

coming away on tour with me.

- Elvis isn't the reason
why I'm not coming back.

- Why aren't you
coming to Afghan?

- I'm a soldier.

I need to be able to handle
whatever the army throws at me.

- [Kingy] I knew you
wouldn't leave me to handle

that freak's role
call on my own.

- The situation is
improving though.

I mean now that the war's ended.

- The war hasn't ended for us.

Just for you.

- Haven't even been here a day

and you're already
a damn expert.

- A child would have bled
out if it wasn't for her.

- Look at me.

Don't look down there.

- It seems like the Taliban
are targeting the hospital.

- And Doctor Bahil?

- Oh that's me,
hospital administrator

and doctor when needs must.

- Attan Omar.

- [Kingy] He was behind
the special forces

fatality in Kabul, sir.

- Elvis Hart?

[phone rings]

[explosion]

[crying]

[melancholic music]

- That sounded like a bad one.

- Go back to sleep, Mimi.

- Wet the bed?

[chuckles]

- Thought it was
another earthquake.

Like being back in
Nepal for a sec.

- No, just one huge bomb blast.

What you doing up?

- Just wanted to
jump on the wifi

and call Marie before
everybody else gets on it.

- And what's the state
of the nation with Marie?

- Well she's found
something on Secret Escapes.

New York, Niagra Falls, Toronto.

Then the Queen Mary
back to Southampton.

- Nice.

- Yeah, except I
only get 10 days R&R

so we're going Lanzarote.

- No.

What?

And Marie's happy that
you're going Lanzagrote

for your honeymoon?

- Well, I told her it's
where Ariana Grande went.

It's the things you've gotta
say when you're in love innit?

- You are so in love aren't you?

You soppy bollocks.

- Yeah, it's true actually.

Mad.

She is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Right, I'm gonna get some
kip before it's another day.

Go to bed, you.

- Yeah I will.

- Sleep well.

- Night.

♪ Solitude

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ Can't let go

♪ Can't let go

♪ Break my heart

♪ Tear me apart

♪ I can't let go

♪ I know we are through

♪ But I keep on calling
your name out too ♪

♪ Running away

- [Voicemail] End
of saved message.

Message saved.

- There you are!

Come on, photo roll call.

You've done all the sorting,
thought I was doing that today.

Come on, Serg.

♪ 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

♪ Can you hear the
people marching ♪

♪ Louder than the drums

- [Throbber] This
is gonna be epic.

- Be careful.

- [Throbber] Our
group WhatsApp photo!

- Keep it still!

Hold it, hold it.

- My back!

- Oi.

Fall in!

The Brigadier is
waiting to brief us.

Sort yourselves out, get your
heads in the right space.

If any of you numb nuts
manage to get injured

titting around, I will
personally spoon out your eyes.

[distant fanfare]

Right, I recognise that sound,

all seated in the operations
briefing room, now!

- I think I got one good one.

- [Throbber] It's
you on your face.

- [Monk] What's that all, Rabee?

- Endurance run.

The British always lose.

- Endurance run?

How far's that then?

- 3.4 miles per lap.

On the hour.

Start again and keep going,

on and on till last
man is standing.

- Or woman, thank you.

- Poya will win.

- Lads, what d'you reckon,

who votes someone
taking this on?

I mean we've got a few
of us proper fit lads.

- What, like you?

- Oh my days, hurry up!

- Sit them easy,
Colour Sergeant.

- At ease.

- Double A.P. suicide bomb blast
outside the Kabul Hospital.

Another bombing overnight,
this time at a wedding.

- Initial thoughts
were random attack

organised by local
warlord Aatan Omar.

We think this is him.

- However, joint covert
operatives have confirmed

there was a specific target.

Dr Bahil, hospital
administrator.

Aatan Omar has been
targeting places of work

and launching attacks
on weddings and funerals

of anyone who opposes him.

Thus far his personal
death toll stands at

several thousand, including
a number of allied forces.

Of course he is not carrying
out these atrocities himself,

rather he directs
operations from

somewhere in the mountains,

making him particularly
difficult to locate.

And this is Dr Bahil.

The targeted hospital
administrator.

Her husband, Dr Dak Bahil,
was running for re-election

last year, assassinated.

She's standing for
his vacant seat.

Our task is to keep Dr
Bahil alive and well.

Carry on, Lieutenant Hurst.

- All right everyone.

You heard the Brigadier,
we're protecting Dr Bahil

whilst she's at the hospital.

With that in mind,
Sergeant Lane and Saunders,

you'll be working
with the local medics

at the Kabul Hospital today.

pick up any supplies
you need from the

American Role One facility.

- Sir.

- Take Rabee and Poya with you.

Prof, Fingers, Throbber,
you're joining Oscar Team,

assisting local
forces with security

and escorting the
medics in Kabul.

Spud and Monk, you're
heading to the airport.

Guardian Angel duty.

American civil engineer meeting
with a local council member.

Alright everyone, dismissed.

Get some Scoff, prepare to move.

- Should have joined
the scouts, Monk.

- What?

- Bruv, Guardian Angel
duty's basically driving

some muppet around all
day long, like an Uber,

have you got a Prius?

- Shut up.

- [Elvis] Where's Omar?

He says Omar's not here.

- [Georgie] Approximately
nine fatalities.

Emergency evacuation required.

- [Elvis] Has anyone
got eyes on Omar?

- I wasn't privy to the
intelligence briefing

back in the UK.

If I'd have known we'd still
be dealing with Omar...

If you need me to put out
a trawl for another medic.

- It's not going
to be us out there

hunting the UK's
most wanted, is it?

Omar's way above our pay grade.

Our job is to protect Dr Bahil.

So let's get on with it.

We need blast
bandages, ChitoGauze,

haemorrhage control
packs, trauma dressing,

and the S-rolled gauze,
which is at the bottom there.

- If it's not Kate and Meghan!

Splintage and immobilisation
kit available down the hall.

You can also pick up
pelvic and traction splints

and a couple of head
immobilisers too.

Come on, Princesses!

- I thought you
were a doctor, sir.

- I am a doctor.

Did you think I was
just pretending?

- I meant, I didn't
know you were military.

- Tend to not wear my uniform
when in downtown Kabul.

Don't know whether you've
heard but there's a war on.

- We've been tasked
with assisting Dr Bahil

with the inoculations whilst
working as close protection.

- Multi-tasking, saving lives
and preventing an epidemic.

We're honoured.

- Will you be helping us
at the local hospital, sir?

- I'm operating there today.

They blow each other up, I
stitch them back together.

Then it happens all over again.

- Politics.

- Don't be shy ladies.

You're welcome to
anything you need.

- Life-saving surgeon,
hero in a uniform,

nice chiselled jaw.

- Can we just crack
on please Saunders?

Arriving at the
hospital now Sir.

Can confirm check
point in place.

- [Throbber] Afghan
police for you.

Don't trust none of
them to be honest.

- [Fingers] They're just
the same as us really bro.

- [Throbber] Might be
the same as you, fella,

but I ain't about
to blow myself up.

- Because you haven't
had the life they've had.

- Well, we don't do that
sort of shit in Wolves.

- We've admitted 107 patients
in the last 24 hours,

most with major
bomb blast trauma.

The only trouble
is, we had six beds.

- Can we do anything
to help these patients?

- You're here to supervise
the polio inoculations.

These people will be treated
or beds found elsewhere,

eventually.

- Thank you very much.

On you go.

- Don't tell me we're
doing this all day.

- Look I'm sorry
to have to do this

but it's for
everyone's safety okay?

Just come forward arms out.

[speaking foreign language]

- I ain't really got
time for all that

mumbo jumbo bollocks, Prof.

No wonder your wife left you.

- Polio.

Eradicated in all but
three countries globally.

One of those countries
being Afghanistan.

The situation is
reaching tipping point.

At the moment the
disease is winning

and we're on a precipice.

Hence the urgent need to
vaccinate all the children.

We mustn't allow the disease
to spread into the city

or it will be
impossible to contain.

Looks like we're not going to
need anyone supervising today.

- Where is everyone?

- Would you bring
your child to a place

that is being bombed?

- So what about medical
outreach projects?

- We're trying to run them.

I'd trained up a
team of local medics,

but several were
attacked and killed.

It is becoming impossible
to staff with such risks.

- So what do we do?

- If the children
won't come here,

I need to go to them.

- This isn't exactly what
I signed up for is it?

Security.

My Doris' uncle is security.

McDonalds Westfield.

- You my security?

- Ma'am.

- Yeah two.

They'll do I guess.

Come on.

Door!

- Oh my days.

- Thank you.

- Man's not an Uber driver.

- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- We should be out
there, Fingers.

I want contact.

I'm itching for my first kill!

- Do you know what mate, on
my first tour I felt the same,

but now, very happy
being right at the back.

- We all join the
army for contact.

- My old corporal told
me on phase one training,

"Soldiering is 99% boredom,
1% extreme violence."

- Bring on the 1% then.

- Modern soldiering
is about much more.

Nowadays we make a difference
without having to kill people.

- I wanna make a
difference by dishing out

some extreme violence,
Black Country style!

- Muppet.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Let them know who's
in charge, Prof.

You don't need to
be workshopping

every fucker coming through.

English yeah.

- Thank you.

- Step forward,
come on, come on.

- Come forward.

Arms out.

- [Antonio] If it wasn't for
your quick thinking yesterday,

she'd have died in the street.

- Is she going to be okay?

- [Antonio] We're going
to need to operate.

- But you can save
her leg, yeah?

- Crushed tibia and fibula.

Shrapnel damage to the
tendons and muscles

linking upper and lower leg.

Sensible option would
be to remove the leg.

- What?

If the Queen was lying there,

we'd find a way to repair
her, wouldn't we sir?

- If it was the Queen I'd
imagine she might have

a ready supply of drugs
to keep the leg alive,

and a medical team
that would allow time

for the muscles and
tissue to rebuild

with months of
painful physiotherapy.

Rather than the risk
of infection setting in

and killing her.

- Saunders.

What are you doing with a
snow globe in your bergan?

- Sorry, Sergeant.

I got it in America, when my
parents took me to Florida.

My surprise Sweet Sixteen.

So now it's just
like my lucky charm.

- Look.

I'll see what I can do but,
at best that little girl

has an uncertain future.

- See, lucky charm.

- [Antonio] Nurse, let's
prepare for surgery right away.

- I need your help
with Dr Bahil.

We need to explain
to her that until

Omar's been terminated
it's too dangerous for her

to man an outreach programme.

- [Antonio] We can explain,
it doesn't mean she'll listen.

- Well just tell her she
can't leave the hospital.

Say that all the vaccinations
need to be done here.

Insist.

- You've met her.

- She'll be signing
her own death warrant

if she takes a team
in to the mountains.

- She's determined.

I've known her for years.

We used to work
together in New York.

- So how do we
guarantee her safety?

- This is Afghanistan.

There are no guarantees.

[speaking in foreign language]

- We need to speed
this shit up lads.

Turbo frisks or we're gonna
be here all pissing day.

- We're gonna be here
all day anyway Throbber.

- Yeah, he's got a point lad.

- Bins ain't got a point
man, he's so frigging P.C.,

it's getting right
on my Bristol Cities.

- I don't get how being
kind and gentle is P.C.,

you big melon head.

- Arms up!

- If you take an outreach
team in to the mountains,

we could provide proper
protection force.

We could assist ANA, ANP, ISAF.

- We're talking about
remote communities.

The people are suspicious.

They do not trust outsiders,

especially allied soldiers.

- Our team would
be fully briefed

and understand the
culturally sensitivities.

- [Prof] Oi, go easy on him.

- This one's dodgy.

He's carrying a girls bag.

Why are you carrying
a girls bag mate?

Eh?

Is it to go with your dress?

Steady sunshine, we
all got a job to do.

- Be polite, Throbber.

- Shut up.

You ain't my teacher, you
specky four eyed bollocks.

- Very culturally sensitive.

Evolved.

- Check his bag.

- [Prof] Come forward.

Arms out.

- I hear what you're
saying and I understand

your reservations, but
we need to get a move on.

We need to clear this area up,

Washington has given
us the go ahead

and we need to be sure
that we can get clearance

to move the resources.

You guys wanna
take a small break?

- Oh my days.

- Take whatever you
want, obviously.

Would you like some?

So let's move the compounds,

talk about the irrigation
and I'll get back to

Washington and we
will reconvene again.

- Don't be shy.

What you being shy for?

Come on bro. Bruv.

Fill your pockets.

- Her temperature's stabilising.

That's good, isn't it, sir?

- Yeah.

Let's see how she progresses
over the next 72 hours.

- Saunders, on me, let's move.

- And good day to you, too.

- [Mimi] She must have
some family somewhere.

- Well we know her
mum's dead already.

- I know, but if we
can somehow locate

the rest of her family.

- Look if she had
any more family

they would have
found her already.

- Maybe they don't know
she's been injured,

or maybe they've got no way
of getting to the hospital.

- There are thousands, hundreds
of thousands of orphans.

- Wish we could take care of
every one of them, you know?

- Yeah I know.

But we can't because
it's not in our remit.

We have other duties.

- Gotta say, that's
the first time

I've ever been into
any hospital ever

and not seen one fit nurse.

- Shut up, Throbber.

- I think you lot
better start being

a bit nice to me and Spud here.

- What's that all about then?

- Not good for your
complexion that Throbber.

- Who give you all that?

- It's what you get when you do

Guardian Angel
duty for the yanks.

- No wonder they're
all fucking obese.

- Not all mate.

Check that lot out.

- Right, we need to sort
out who's representing

the platoon in this
endurance race.

The yanks are taking it serious.

- They take everything serious.

Especially themselves.

- Right.

Who's repping the
platoon, Colour?

I'm not saying it's gotta be me,

but it ought to be the
best person for the job,

which is obviously me, yeah,

I mean we're winners aren't
we, me and you, Colour?

- How the fuck did
we survive before

you joined the platoon?

- Exactly.

- Do you think we need
to add anything else,

like phone numbers or?

- It says, "This child
is at Kabul Hospital."

- If we put them up...

- If someone is missing
her, they'll find her.

- Well someone must be
missing her, surely.

Just imagine if we can
unite this little lost girl

with her family.

I mean, how great would that be?

- We're deployed here for
training and mentoring,

sometimes security yes, but all
within a safe zone of Kabul.

- Yeah, but don't we have
a duty to protect Dr Bahil?

- Yes, within the confines
of the local hospital.

- Well, she's leaving
the confines of the
hospital tomorrow,

irrespective of what I say.

- Then we inform local forces
and she becomes their charge.

- What she becomes is a
viable target for Omar.

We need to be the ones
out protecting her,

not leaving it to
the Afghan Police,

especially after what
happened at the hospital.

- One bad apple.

- Yeah and all we
need is one bad apple

and we're signing Dr
Bahil's death warrant.

- We can't give her orders,
unlike you, Sergeant Lane.

- Surely it's not beyond
the wit of the British Army

to organise a security
team to travel with her.

- Look, I have orders.

I follow them.

I suggest you do too Lane.

- Stupid game anyway.

Yo.

Give us a Wonka Bar, wanker.

- Nah.

You need to watch your
weight before the race.

- Oh you're mugging it.

You know I'm the man
to beat the yanks.

Wankers.

- Is that Throbber?

- Yep, that's Throbber baby.

- Ooh Wank.

Wankers.

- Oh my God.

- Look we're running out
of time with Dr Bahil.

She'll listen to you.

- I wouldn't guarantee it.

- Alright, can you sort some
transport to the hospital then,

so I talk to her?

- She's here.

Collecting supplies.

- Really?

- Yeah, I invited her.

So, Manchester, you've
got two soccer teams.

- No, just the one.

Stockport County.

It's a Greater Manchester
thing, you wouldn't understand.

- [Antonio] I've told them.

- Who?

- The Brits.

I've explained that you
are the most determined

and passionate person I know.

You decide on a mission,
you undertake it.

- Ah, so that's why I'm here.

- Hey.

We know each other too well.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

- Well you did take me
to some insalubrious

dives in New York.

- Country and Western bars are
supposed to be insalubrious,

that's the point.

- Remember Dak and the lasso?

- One of the great nights out.

Dak loved it there, didn't he?

Sorry.

- I like talking about him.

- I always went with you and
Dak, and that's the point.

We can't afford to
let them kill you.

They kill you, they've won.

We need to be protecting you.

- Brace up!

As you were, guys.

We've been asked by my American
and Afghani counterparts

to assist with an
outreach mission today,

so, erstwhile plan, now on hold.

Lieutenant Hurst.

- Mine is not to reason why.

Right, some of you
we will be venturing

outside the walls of Kabul today

working close security
with a mobile clinic.

Alpha team, close protection.

Sergeant Lane, Saunders,
you'll be working with

Rabee and Dr Bahil's
medical team,

assisting as they head towards
the Kowt-e-Ashro region.

- Bravo, along with
a platoon of ANA,

will be that outer cordon
of steel around Alpha.

- [Team] Colour.

- We also need someone
to represent the platoon

at the endurance race.

We need someone who'll leave
it all out on the track,

hold nothing back and
do the regiment proud.

With that in mind there was
only ever one man for the job.

- This is like fucking
political correctness gone mad.

- Why's that mate?

- Prof!

Doing the endurance run?

It's like when the fat,
ugly kid gets picked to play

Joseph in the nativity play.

- You're revealing a bit
too much there, Throbber.

- I'd have been a
bare better Joseph.

Fact.

We're about to be made to
look like a right bunch of--

- Right.

Team Oscar, is everyone
happy with the plan?

- [All] Colour.

- Remember, stay where
I can keep eyes on.

Let's move.

- [Fingers] Here y'are lad.

I think that's called
the downward facing dog.

- Kill me now, I've seen it all.

- Shut up and get in.

- You okay?

- Yeah fine.

Good luck.

May the best man win.

- Right, on your marks, get set.

[horn]

[applause]

- Oh here's Bill and Ben
the high cholesterol men.

- Man.

They've got I love Krispy
Kreme all over their fat chops.

- You wish.

- Yeah this way gents.

We're your guardian angels.

- Ah, I know what
that nod means.

- Sir?

- It means, thank you, Doctor,

without you, none of
this would be happening.

- It's amazing what I can
do with a look, isn't it?

- Any news on Giti Sir?

- Intravenous antibiotics
seem to be working,

so now, it's just
a waiting game.

- Well great.

Surely that means
that everything's
going to be alright.

- There you go.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Not a bad turnout.

- 297 children under five
within this area alone.

We need to inoculate them all.

We need to go door to door.

- There's still
a few hours left.

- And 250 children
remain unvaccinated.

They're not going to come,
not with the military outside.

They think you're
here to poison them.

I hate to say I've
been proved right...

[speaking in foreign language]

- Saunders.

- Well no one had rocked
up so I may as well

keep myself busy.

- Make yourself busy
in here doing something

that you're paid to do.

[speaking in foreign language]

- Lane, leave her
to deal with it.

- Calm down.

Please, there's children.

- If you're supposed
to be helping,

just leave me to deal
with the situation!

- This girl here,
do you know her?

Her family or....

- And these stats are
predictions of next year's

opium production?

- Refreshments?

- Alright.

Are you ready to eat something?

- Happy to eat at
the American mess.

- Cultural sensitivity.

Our guests would like local
refreshments served here.

Gentlemen.

- Help yourself mate.

Oi.

Come on boys.

Can you see him?

- [Throbber] Oh here
he comes, Mo Farah.

- My blisters are killing me.

I don't think the
heat's helping.

- That should be me out there.

- Yeah.

And you should have been Joseph.

- Do not bring that up
again, I'm trying to move on.

- You don't understand.

How could you?

- You know why we're here.

- Here today, or in Afghanistan?

- Both.

- The children
will be kept away,

polio will spread and more pain.

Because of you because
of your presence.

- And what would happen
if we just pulled out?

- You did!

In combat terms you're here
training and mentoring.

And why, 'cause you'd
saved Afghanistan?

No, because your people
didn't like your soldiers

coming home in coffins.

It offended them.

But they don't seem too
offended by Afghani deaths.

- That's so wrong.

- Really?

The people of your country
suffer with my people?

I don't think so.

I don't think it even makes
your newspapers anymore.

- I lost someone who I
loved in this conflict too.

- And that makes us
sisters, does it?

- No.

- I take it your
husband volunteered.

My husband had no choice.

The people of Afghanistan
have no choice.

So many soldiers.

- We weren't actually married.

He was killed on the
day he proposed to me,

by Omar,

the same warlord who
killed your husband

and is now targeting you.

So maybe we have more in common
than you ever could imagine.

- Don't, don't try to
connect with me, please.

The only way we're going
to be able to reach

the children we
need to reach is by

having no military presence.

And that is what's
happening from now on.

[applause]

- I wonder where he's at.

There he is!

Go on Prof.

He's hanging in there.

- Just about by the
looks of things.

You alright Prof?

- Trying to do the
regiment proud,

but my nipples are chafing.

- Get the Vaseline out for him.

Sir?

The Prof's made the klaxon
for another circuit.

- Excellent.

I know today didn't quite
work out, Sergeant Lane,

but it could have been
a whole lot worse.

- They think we're
poisoning them, you know?

The Afghans.

They think the vacinations
have got poison in.

- Well what can we
do if they think

everything's a conspiracy?

- Yes, sir.

But if I was Afghan and
I saw military force

escorting medics, I might
think there was something

suspicious was going to go down.

Sir, with all due respect--

- Whenever you say
with all due respect

I know you're about to
start running your mouth.

- Look, Dr Bahil wants to go
out unescorted, because of us.

- Well that's her call and
it's nothing to do with us.

Training and mentoring,
security within the hospital.

- Shouldn't we offer
assistance sir?

- This is all about
Dr Bahil is it?

Nothing to do with
Omar and Captain Harte.

- Lane!

Hey, what's going on
with you, Georgie?

- Being back here.

Don't you ask yourself what
the fuck it's all been about?

Look at this place.

You telling me we've made
a scrap of difference?

Look I signed on to make the
world a better place Kingy.

Didn't you?

Are we making it a worse place?

- Look.

We trust the people above
to see the bigger picture.

- No.

Nothing's changed.

We've made no difference.

Big picture small
picture, people have died.

We've lost people
Kingy, and what for?

- Georgie.

- Colour.

- You wouldn't believe
it but the Prof

is still out there
staggering around.

- Thought he might need
some medical attention.

I'll make sure the
Prof's alive, yeah?

If he is, I'll take
the piss for us all.

- Good man.

You knackered?

- No, I'm all right.

You really going to Lanzarote?

[laughs]

- Yeah, why?

- Babe.

- Shut it.

[applause]

- How's your boy doing?

- Prof?

Amazing.

Just him and Poya now.

Americans fell like nine pins.

- Course they did.

- Yes Prof!

- Come on Prof.

[indistinct cheering]

- Hey, Prof.

That's over 50 miles.

You're a dark horse aren't you!

- Deep tissue massage,
arnica ice compression socks,

protein and carbs okay?

Rest.

- I feel like I'm dead.

No I am dead, just bury me.

- Something to tell the
folks back home hey?

- There is nobody back home.

She left me.

You only need one person to
be proud of you don't you?

- Well, we're all
proud of you, Prof.

- Hey Prof, Prof.

See that?

That's why we picked you.

We had every confidence
you were gonna win.

Ain't that right Colour?

- Oh, yeah, not half.

Top boy.

- My theory was, whilst
the other competitors

sprint round to
get more rest time,

I go at a more sedate pace
so need less recovery time.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

The old hare and
the tortoise story.

That one is it?

- A book even you might
have read, Throbber.

- Come on let's get him up.

I don't know how
you did it champ.

- He never gave up, sir.

Shame that we are.

- You alright?

- Hey it's all you this.

- She doesn't like taking
orders, does she Colour?

- No, not if she feels
those orders aren't right.

- That is our job
though, isn't it, Colour?

- Taking orders?

That's what we do,
you interrogate them.

Sir.

- [Elvis] I'm trying
to tell you that

I don't want a life
without you in it.

- [Voicemail] Message saved.

To listen to the
message again press one.

[cheering]
[applause]

- I can barely bend my legs.

Just had to take a shit
standing up, like a cow.

- How d'you feel, Poya?

Our boy smashed it.

- Brace up.

- As you were, guys.

Good effort and good
focus all round yesterday.

- Need you hitting
your pits early

because 04:00 hours we
launch Op Homeward Bound.

Sir.

- Thanks Colour.

Op Homeward Bound.

A security operation
to protect the medics,

allied and local,
as they continue

with essential vaccination
work in the field.

- Doctor Bahil is adamant
she wants to travel

into the Kowt-e-Ashro
region tomorrow, unescorted.

That means she wants no
visible military presence.

The area is a collection
of small towns

with outlying compounds.

- But, this region
allows us to secrete

troops into the mountains,
hidden but with eyes on,

ready to move in an emergency.

So Dr Bahil will be protected
but at a discreet distance,

which hopefully allows her
to do her job as we do ours.

What has been agreed
with Doctor Bahil

is that a plain-clothed
military medic

will escort her throughout,
working as close security,

as well as administering
vaccinations.

Doctor Antonio has offered
to work in this capacity,

Sergeant Lane?

- Sir, would it be better
if that was a female?

Last time, male presence
seemed to cause aggravation.

- Dr Antonio has offered to go.

- We think that's appropriate.

- Yeah but I have a good
working relationship

with Dr Bahil.

- And so does Dr Antonio!

- Sir, honestly, it
mustn't be a male.

- [Antonio] Set?

- Yes, sir.

- Weapon?

- Thank you.

For arranging this.

- It was Second
Lieutenant Hurst, not me.

- I'll keep her safe.

- Keep yourself safe too.

[tense music]

- [Prof] Eyes on ambulance Sir.

They've arrived.

- [Sandy] We work in shifts.

We need to keep our medics safe.

- We have the addresses
and dates of birth

of all the children
in the region.

We visit each dwelling, insist
on treating the children,

do it with speed and efficiency,

and move on to
the next dwelling.

- [Sandy] Keep a low profile.

Remember some are hostile
to female medics here.

Communication is
key, Sergeant Lane.

While we have light we
can see any movements,

in or out of the area.

Homeward bound
before dusk darkness

renders us effectively blind.

- [Prof] Vehicle has
been stopped Sir.

Two males approaching.

[speaking in foreign language]

- She will just made hers
down at the first sight--

- She's a soldier she
knows what she's doing.

- Just looking out for her.

- [Sandy] Stay focused.

Any problems, we
need to move quickly.

- [Prof] Two males appear
to be moving away sir.

- You need to hide the watch.

- Stay close Poya, yeah?

One zero alpha this
is one zero bravo.

Alighting car.

Side arm checked.

Poya monitoring area.

Over.

- [Sandy] One zero
bravo to one zero alpha.

Our primary mission is
to keep Dr Bahil safe.

- Roger.

Thanks for sorting this, sir.

- That sounded like
a thank you, Kingy.

Remember she's a known
target to local insurgents,

so we really need eyes on.

Over.

[speaking in foreign language]

- There are three children
here we need to vaccinate.

[knocking on door]

- One zero bravo
to one zero alpha.

Repeat.

We need eyes on over.

She's gone inside.

- They're not always
going to be able

to inoculate from outside sir.

- Let's speed this up.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Kingy] Eyes on Sir.

- Sir.

Sir, there's a busy
fucker on a moped!

- Throbber, how can you not
look busy on a moving moped?

- I don't like them
buzzing around like that.

How do we know what
they're thinking?

Shall I neutralise?

- You gonna shoot everyone
in Afghan on a moped

you're gonna need a hell
of a lot of bullets,

that's for sure.

- If you want me to,
Colour, be my pleasure.

- What on earth were we
thinking, giving you a weapon?

- Well done.

Her temperature's down.

- Good.

- You are getting better.

- Monk?

- Here'ya lad.

Give us a lug of that.

I'm parched.

Sharing's caring man.

- [Georgie] Nearly
finished this area.

About to move on sir.

- Roger that, out.

Colour.

- Boss?

- Soon as you've
finished your scoff,

I want you, Fingers,
Throbber to switch focus

to the south of the village.

- Boss.

- Lane's moving shortly.

We need to have eyes on
any potential threats.

[speaking in foreign language]

- [Bahil] Bring me the list?

Thank you.

- [Sandy] Lane we have
eyes on south village.

Keep vigilant for
threats to Dr Bahil.

Remember, compounds
of interest are

one five five,

one two eight,

one one four,

one seven nine.

- What's a compound
of interest Colour?

- Known insurgent
activity within.

- Antonio told me you
requested to join me.

Thank you.

- It was either do
this or my roots again.

- I shouldn't have said what
I said, about your fiancé.

I'm sure there's a part
of you that wants revenge.

They shot my husband in
the street like a sick dog.

Bang, walked away.

I'll get my revenge by
carrying on his work.

- My fiancé was killed
on a mission to get Omar.

- And that's why Afghanistan
has drawn you back.

- No they just send me here.

- The British Army
is all over the world

and you chose to come here.

- It was just chance.

- You volunteered.

These things don't
happen by chance.

[melancholic music]

- Sir, Giti's gone,
her bed's empty.

Where is she?

- She's not on the ward?

Maybe someone's taken
her to the wash block.

- Her uncle came.

- What do you mean
her uncle came?

- He took her.

- He can't take her
'cause she's not ready

to be discharged yet.

She needs 24-hour care,
he can't just take her.

- He saw a sign, your sign.

- Is he allowed to
just take her sir?

- What can we do if the family
decided to take her home?

- Did you even try and
persuade him not to take her?

How do we know that
she's being looked after?

'Cause we don't
know where she is

so she could have
been taken anywhere.

What are we gonna do?

- We carry on.

Get on with your
duties, soldier.

- Straight to zero.

Losing the light.

Security vehicles will be
monitoring and following

once you are outside the town.

Out.

- Infidel!

- [Sandy] One zero
bravo to One Zero Alpha.

Dusk closing in.

Prepare to move.

Need you withdrawing and
heading back to zero.

Over.

- Roger that.

Out.

We need to head
straight to zero.

Not allowed to leave the
vehicle for any reason.

It's getting dark soon and
they won't have eyes on.

- Sir, excuse me, sir.

There's one particular moped.

It's been following them.

I clocked it a while ago.

- Stay in the vehicle,
straight to zero, roger?

You're being followed.

Leave immediately.

I repeat leave immediately.

Nice one Prof.

- It's the woman from the
other day at the school,

with the irate husband.

[speaking in foreign language]

- No don't.

- Sir, they've got out.

- [Sandy] Stay in the
vehicle and keep moving,

repeat stay in the vehicle!

Over.

- [Kingy] Suspect
following on foot Sir.

- She's not responding.

- Sir, Lane has company
and they're armed.

- We need to get
to the village now.

Everybody on me.

Let's double away, zeros,
fives and twenties.

- She wants us to
inoculate her children.

Get the bag and
let's do it quickly.

- Right Poya, stay close.

- I'll be right there.

- Monk let's go.

Lane, Lane.

Multiple insurgents approaching.

Do you copy?

- Sir, Sir.

We need to get to
Georgie and Dr Bahil.

- Bag.

There are two children here.

Uninoculated.

- She has a
fractured eye socket.

We need to get
her to a hospital.

- [Bahil] Not our
immediate business.

- Should we take her
and the children?

- [Bahil] We can not
interfere in their lives.

- Shit.

Come.

Come.

[speaking in foreign language]

[gunshot]

- Shit.

- Throbber, easy.

- Follow me.

Keep low.

- You're being ambushed.

Move, move.

- [Sandy] At least five
insurgents surrounding Lane.

Engage at will.

We have to get them
back to the vehicle.

- Right, move, move, move.

- [Sandy] Throbber!

Around the corner.

- Coming through,
coming through!

[gunfire]

- Prof on me, on me!

Corner, corner!

Protect Georgie!

[gunfire]

- [Georgie] Keep your head down.

- Clear.

- Right let's move.

Move.

Right come.

Follow me, follow me.

- Monk, Kingy!

On me, on me.

- [Georgie] Stay down.

- [Sandy] Clear the
alley, clear the alley!

Clear.

Move, move, move.

- Right let's go.

- Kingy!

On Lane.

Prof's killed the last one.

Prof on me.

All clear.

Get her to the vehicle.

- [Georgie] Get in the car.

Poya.

Wait!

Where are you going?

Poya!

She's gone!

They've got her!

Kingy!

Poya.

They've got her.

Kingy.

Alright.

Poya.

Shit.

She's gone, they've got her!

- Alright two section.

All round to base.

360.

- Shit.

- Unless the elections are
called off I will be killed.

- Come on, we've gotta
do something here.

It's down to me.

I mean was I that
determined to get to Omar.

- [Brigadier] Her
emotional involvement makes

unpleasant listening, Mr Hurst.

- I don't think I can
do this anymore Fingers.

[dramatic music]