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(Транскрибировано с помощью TurboScribe. Обновить до Неограниченного, чтобы убрать это сообщение.) Pass us the nan, Rory.

Do you two ever just watch the football?

This is watching the football.

Offside, was that offside?

My dad'll have this match on, he never

misses it.

Is it still nil-nil?

One nil, keep going.

I'm looking for Rory Whitlocks.

I'm told he lives here.

And you are?

His father.

Dad.

A month.

I've had the police, the regiment, and a

private detective looking for you for a month.

Your phone's dead, your club says you've vanished,

and I find you here.

In that.

A month, and you couldn't pick up a

phone?

They took mine.

Chalices aren't allowed one.

Dad, I didn't choose this.

I know you didn't choose it.

Stand still.

Dad, don't touch it.

Dad, no.

Let go of it!

Let go, you're making it worse!

Brigadier Whitrock, at 9.41 this evening you

laid hands on the collar of a chalice

in service.

He's my son.

He's a chalice.

The edict's very clear, Brigadier.

Any man who tries to take a collar

off takes one on.

Do you know who I am?

I do, Brigadier.

It doesn't change the edict.

The Ministry of Defence has asked the Magisterium

for chalices.

Wexcrobb barracks, 1,200 men, and not one

chalice within 40 miles.

You're assigned to the army, the three of

you, for a fortnight.

The van's downstairs.

And me?

You'll get them back when the army's finished

with them.

Wexborough is my garrison.

Then you won't need directions.

Barnes, one platoon.

Whitlock, R, two platoon.

Whitlock, E, three platoon.

That's the brigadier.

See you in a fortnight.

You're ours, are you?

For a fortnight, eight of you.

Who's in charge?

Me, Lance Corporal Mallory, wreath.

Tommy, then you're first, wreath.

Rank has its privileges.

Ah, harder than that, wreath.

I've had the navy.

You've not had the navy.

No, but you believed it.

Oh,

oh,

Is he always like this?

I don't know mate, he's been here an

hour.

Don't go anywhere, you're next.

Check and he's right, you're Rory Whitlock.

You played scrub half of the county.

I used to play.

I watched you take us apart at the

Army Cup.

You had the ball away before our flanker

was off the floor.

I've been trying to copy that pass for

six years.

I'm the battalion scrum half, Tanner.

Your pass is too slow off the base.

Everyone says that.

Whitlock, in the showers mate.

Tanner, you found him, you go first.

Breathe out, push back.

That one wasn't paid was it?

Shut up.

Don't stop.

Go on Whitlock.

Oh mate.

Sir.

Don't call me sir, sergeant.

Not in this.

20 years sir, I'm not stopping now.

Right.

Nobody makes a show of this.

Nobody films it.

And nobody says a word about it in

the naffy.

I'll go first, so you lot see how

it's done properly.

Better me than them sir.

Permission to go next sir.

You'll wait your turn Kemp.

And when it comes, you'll still call him

sir.

They've seen it now sir.

No good hiding.

Nearly done sir.

Go on.

Is that chips or wedges?

Wedges.

I've got you a pudding.

Sponge.

You're a good man Rhys.

You actually like this don't you?

Don't tell Kit.

Quicker Tanner, get it out.

I signed your promotion Frank.

I never thought you'd see me like this.

I know sir, drink your tea.

Well?

It was alright.

The food was terrible.

They had me on the lunch table most

days, so I ate off the trays round

my head.

Sounds awful.

They made me an honorary member of one

platoon.

I've got a beret.

I'm not allowed to wear it.

I watched the battalion beat the navy.

Tanner scored.

I'm going back for the final.

Every man on that base saluted me for

six years.

Now they all know what I sound like

getting my arse destroyed.

Right, you've been gone a fortnight.

My room, one at a time.

Tommy first.

Missed you.

You didn't.

But say it again.

Missed you.

Missed you.

Kit.

You never made that noise for me.

Tanner.

Tanner.

Could we get this over with?

We'll get it over with when I say.

You've had a barracks full of your own

men.

You can manage one more in my flat.

On the bed, Edward.

Brigadier.

Not in my bedroom.

Say thank you, Edward.

Thank you.

Lads, the army wants you back.