Original subtitles

- [Antonio] Doctor Bahil is adamant,

she wants to travel into the Kowt-e-Ashro region tomorrow.

[guns firing]

- She's gone, they've got her!

- [Dr. Bahil] My death will be justified.

- Omar was luring British soldiers

into that building to kill them.

- [Prof] I don't mind what you're telling people, right?

- What do I tell people?

- I thought you said your mom was a teacher.

If she's not a midwife, you need to say.

[gun firing] [suspenseful music]

- [Blue] Dr. Bahil rescued alive.

[gun firing]

- [Sandy] Fingers, get in!

[guns firing]

- [Blue] Omar captured.

- [Jackson] You want me to do the honours, boss?

- Not happening.

- [Georgie] Fingers's been hit.

Man down, man down!

Fingers.

[dramatic music]

[Fingers screams]

Fingers!

Calm down.

Fingers, stop, stop.

Look at me, look at me.

Fingers, Fingers. - Get off me!

- Stop it!

I'm gonna make you better, all right?

What's happened, why have we stopped?

- [Throbber] I've stalled it!

Shit!

- [Kingy] Hey, get in the back.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, come in, please.

- Eyes on rear, move, move.

Monk give Throbber a hand!

- [Monk] Colour!

- Look at me, I need you to be Mr. Calm, okay?

- [Throbber] Yo, wait!

- [Monk] Come on Throbber, grab my hand.

Look, I've got you, come on.

- [Georgie] Prof, keep going further, please.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read, over.

- [Throbber] You've got this, Fingers, you've got this bro.

- [Georgie] Get this off him.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read me?

- [Fingers] Am I bleeding out?

- No, no, bleeding nuisance.

Calm down, it's all right, he's fine.

You're fine, aren't you, Fingers, hey?

Oh shit.

- Georgie, is it bad?

- No, no it's not bad.

- What's up with you, there's nothing wrong with you.

- Calm down, all right, calm down.

Get me a pack.

- Is he gonna be all right, Monk?

- Let's just do what we gotta do.

[Fingers screams]

Eyes on rear, Throbber.

Rear.

- Prof, how we doing with that MERT?

- Can't get through, there's no signal.

- Well, you keep trying!

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read, come in.

- Press that in really hard, yeah.

[Fingers screaming]

- Should we morphine him?

- Not with a possible chest injury, no.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read please?

- How's he doing there, Sergeant Lane?

- He's all right, he's fine.

Tell him. - Fine, mate!

Gonna make that plane in the morning,

don't worry about that. [screams]

- How long by road, Colour?

- No, no, no, no, no.

There's no way we're gonna get him

all the way back by road, Sir.

He'll bleed out.

- Colour, what do we do?

- We carry on until we can establish comms

and get evac-ed out of this hellhole, Sir.

[Fingers moans]

- [Sandy] Okay, but there'll be bandits

in these hills, Colour.

- [Kingy] Come on, let's focus.

- [Throbber] Yo, Monk!

- 4x4 in the distance, and a moped.

- Any sign of weapons?

- They're gaining on us!

- [Kingy] Shit.

- [Throbber] They're getting closer!

Look, let's just go out there and take them out, yeah?

- Do not engage.

- Georgie.

- First round fired,

and they'll be on us from every direction.

- No, man!

- Keep your eyes on the rear.

Stop panicking, what's wrong with you?

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero,

emergency medical assistance required, one cat A.

- Georgie, I can't breathe.

- Well, stop talking then.

- The blood pressure's dropping, Georgie.

[Fingers mumbles]

- Huh? - Don't sugar coat this.

- Hey, listen,

I'm getting you home, yeah, yeah.

Prof! - Pulse 30.

- I can't get through!

- [Georgie] Fingers, nice and slow breaths.

- [Sandy] What the hell is this, Kingy?

- Bollocks. - What's happened?

Why have we stopped?

- [Sandy] Farm vehicles blocking both roads.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read, please?

- [Sandy] They've got weapons!

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero,

emergency medical assistance's required.

- Boss, we're trapped.

[dramatic music]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ This is our battlecry

♪ Can you hear the people marching ♪

♪ This is our battle cry

- Let's ram our way through?

- They could be IED-ed.

And there's the little matter

of a rocket launcher at our rear.

- [Georgie] It's on, yeah.

Right, I need to get him up.

We need to check for exit wounds.

No, no, no, no, Fingers, Fingers!

Fingers, I need you awake, all right?

I need you in the wide awake club.

[Fingers screams]

Let's get this off, let's get this off.

- [Mimi] Shit, Georgie.

- Oi!

Prof, Prof, we need that MERT now.

- [Prof] Oscar to Zero, do you read, please.

We need emergency medical assistance.

- Boss.

- [Monk] They got reinforcements coming!

[cars' engines revving]

- [Georgie] Nice and tight, two more seconds, Fingers.

- [Throbber] It's the bloody SAS.

[guns firing]

- [Georgie] Watch his head, watch his head.

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

- [Man] Don't look!

[guns firing]

- [Spanner] Incoming!

[dramatic music]

- [Blue] You took your time, Spanner.

[gun fires] [man groans]

- What do you think, Taliban?

- [Spanner] Might regret letting them go, boss.

- We'll regret it even more if they turn out to be farmers.

We need to bum a lift with you guys.

- Our car's bolloxed.

[shots firing]

- This is a bit, it's not good, Georgie.

- Right, Two section on me!

- [Kingy] Monk, on me!

[rifles firing]

[soldiers screaming]

- [Soldier] Move!

- All set, boss.

Keep that coming.

- Hello Zero, this is Oscar, radio check, over.

[Fingers breathing heavily]

- I need to speak to Marie.

- Yeah, well, we'll think about that

when we're back at camp, eh?

- I need to speak to her now, Georgie.

- Mate, there's no signal.

- Let me record something then.

I need to tell her.

I need to tell her.

[guns firing]

♪ 'Cause I already know

♪ I'll lose you

- You ready?

♪ Don't bring

- Marie,

how you doing?

♪ I already know

- I've got myself into a spot of bother, babe.

Might have to have our honeymoon at the QE in Birmingham.

[melancholy music]

♪ Lose you

[dramatic music]

♪ By tomorrow I'll be left in the darkness ♪

- I love you, I'm sorry.

♪ Cold sheets

♪ And your shoes will be gone

♪ And your body warmth

♪ No longer beside

- I've got them!

I've got through!

Cover me!

Coming through!

[guns firing]

- [Monk] Prof, what the hell are you doing?

- Contact with the Brits, UK comms room.

- All right, any word from Sergeant Lane?

- Why?

Where are they?

Where's Georgie?

- The comms have been down,

couldn't get hold of them.

- But where are they?

- They were the support group for Special Forces

looking for you.

- That whole area is enemy territory.

Go!

- Doctor, please.

- Georgie!

I've got Antonio on the wire.

- It's all right, Fingers, we've got a line now.

We've got a line.

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.

- Lane, Antonio.

- Yeah, one man down.

Cat A, gunshot wound.

- Where? - Right side of the chest.

There's an exit wound.

We did our best to contain the bleed but his pulse is weak.

Yeah, and he's struggling to breathe.

I feel like I'm losing him.

- Describe his breathing, Georgie.

- [Georgie] One second.

- [Antonio] Shallow?

- Yeah, yeah, he's breathing shallow, yeah.

- All right, if he's struggling to breathe,

the bullet must have penetrated the lung.

We're looking at a possible hemopneumothorax.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

I need to release the air, I've done it before.

- Great. - Right, I need a syringe.

Syringe.

- Make sure he's lying flat.

- Yeah, he's lying flat.

Thanks, Prof.

[guns firing]

[Mimi shrieks]

Hey, listen, Mimi, the bullets can't get

through this vehicle, okay?

Carry on, carry on, concentrate.

- [Prof] Georgie's talking to Antonio now.

[guns firing]

- 11 o'clock, two hostiles!

[guns firing]

- Make that one now, Monk!

- What the hell are we doing about getting out to them?

There's incoming!

- We can't get the helicopters that side of the mountains.

It's all Taliban, and they'll be blown out of the sky.

- Fantastic.

- [Georgie] Antonio?

- [Antonio] I'm here.

- Second rib to the mid-clavicular line, Roger?

- Roger.

You need a steady hand for this, Georgie, okay?

So take your time.

- They can't get the helicopter any closer.

- Chance of getting to the RV point?

- We've got one cat A.

Not sure we can stretcher him over the mountains.

Think the movement will be too much.

- Blue!

10 o'clock, bandits approaching!

- [Blue] Hold your fire guys, white flag!

- Look, we need to take them out!

- Hold your fucking fire!

- What?

- You're surrounded.

Give us Omar, and we'll let you through.

- Listen, fella, we could put a bullet

in Omar's brain right now.

- Give us Omar or we'll kill you all.

We have plenty of men and many bullets.

- [Kingy] No way we're giving them Omar.

- We're not in a strong bargaining position here.

- Let's move.

Monk.

[suspenseful music]

- Think we're gonna have to do a deal here boys.

Hold me weapon.

Move your vehicles, give us safe passage

to our onward transport, and we'll give you Omar.

I give you my word as an Englishman.

- And a Welshman.

- And a Scot.

- Show us Omar and we have deal.

- [Blue] Let's hope he's still alive.

[Taliban speaking in Pashto]

- [Antonio] Talk to me, Lane.

- [Georgie] So I'm gonna insert the needle, Sir.

- At a 90 degree angle in the space

between the second and the third rib,

in one motion, Georgie, okay?

And you gotta push it in hard.

- Okay, Roger that.

Inserting the needle now.

- Hard, Georgie.

- [Georgie] Yes!

[Fingers breathes heavily]

- [Antonio] What's happening, Georgie?

- He's breathing.

He's breathing.

- Okay, remove the needle

and leave the IV cannula sheet inside

and tell me how his breathing is.

- [Georgie] It's less shallow.

- Pulse returning to normal.

- Stop worrying me, you bell-end.

Prep the IV.

I need him on that MERT, Sir.

- Out you come, Sugar Tits.

[Omar groaning]

We'll meet again.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

We need to evacuate our injured comrade.

Move your vehicles.

Let us through,

and we'll give you Omar back.

- [Kingy] What is he playing at?

[dramatic music]

- [Blue] Right, lads, load up!

- Right, let's move. - Into the vehicle now.

[yelling in Pashto]

[dramatic music]

[yelling in Pashto]

- [Georgie] Span out, Mimi, on his face, on three.

One, two, three. [Fingers groaning]

All right, Fingers, don't move.

Come, come, come.

Keep breathing, Fingers.

We need to make room, okay?

Watch your head.

Over this.

[Fingers groans]

[Fingers breathing heavily]

- Georgie.

Thank you, thank you, Georgie Lane.

I'm sorry. [breathing heavily]

- Eh.

Shut it, you big Doris.

Listen, I'm getting you home.

[gun firing]

- [Blue] Okay, you have arrived at your destination.

- [Voice On Radio] Zero, three minutes to RV point.

[helicopter roaring]

[Taliban militants screaming in Pashto]

- [Throbber] They've got him, Colour.

Put your foot down!

- Looks like this mountain path stops,

so we're gonna have to foot the last half a kilometre.

- No, we can't do that, we need to keep him level.

- [Prof] We can all just carry the stretcher together

and keep it as steady as possible.

- We're getting him back alive, Prof.

- Too fucking right we are.

- [Kingy] Right, that's it.

Everybody out, we're on foot!

- [Georgie] All right, put him down.

Watch his head, watch his head, watch his head!

Keep it still.

One, two, three.

[all groan]

- Right Two section, let's move, on me!

- [Voice On Radio] Zero, I have eyes on Two section.

- Come on you lot, move!

[dramatic music]

It's all right, Fingers.

[helicopter engine roaring]

[Taliban militants speaking in Pashto]

[guns firing]

Shit, for fuck's sake!

Fucking concentrate!

If you drop him, I'll never forgive you.

Any of you!

[guns firing]

- Move it! [suspenseful music]

[helicopter engine roaring]

- Fingers, we're there now.

Don't you be going to sleep on my watch.

We're right there, we're gonna make it!

Come on, Fingers, we're there.

- [Kingy] Get him in, move team, move team!

[all screaming simultaneously]

- [Georgie] All right, put him on.

- You mother!

Let me go!

Get off me!

Let me go!

- Calm yourself!

Calm down, get on the chopper now,

go! - All right!

- Enter to chest, no exit wound.

Pulse is very erratic.

He's conscious.

He's breathing, he needs blood.

- Medic, you keep my boy alive!

- [Sandy] You've got this, medic!

- [Pilot] We gotta go!

- Hold on, hold on!

We've got three of our guys still coming!

- You're gonna be all right, okay?

Keep focused.

- [Pilot] We gotta to move, guys!

- We're not going anywhere yet!

- Colour, eyes on!

Where the hell are they?

- No one there yet!

[Jackson groans] - [Blue] Get him up.

Cover him!

- Use that selection, boy, don't you die on me now!

- Wait! - They're there!

They're there!

- Eyes on, guys! - Wait up, hold it!

Wait, wait, wait. - Get hold of him!

- Grab him.

[all screaming simultaneously]

- [Georgie] Hurry up, hurry up, we've got you in!

Can you hear me, Fingers?

You're gonna be all right, all right?

- [Sandy] Blue, Blue get in!

- Got this.

[gun fires]

- [Throbber] [cheers] Shot Colour!

- Oh, shit.

- Let's get out of here! - Let's go!

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

- Hey, don't go to sleep on me, stay awake!

[helicopter engine roars]

- You'll be all right, Fingers.

We've got you now, yeah?

You're here.

You're gonna be all right.

You'll be fine, we've got you.

I'll get him in.

Oh my God!

We got him here alive.

- You got him here, Georgie. - Yeah.

- You got him here.

- He's gonna be all right? - Yeah.

Now you go take care of yourself, okay?

He's in good hands.

- [Georgie] Thank you.

- [Antonio] All right, guys, let's do a primary survey.

His tension has been decompressed.

We need to put in a chest drain.

Let's get some blood into him.

We need two large port cannulas.

- Gentlemen, seat of pants, but at the end of the day,

hostage rescued and target captured.

History will say we did well.

- One Cat A and a few close calls, sir.

- I guess the chaps will have a good

after-dinner story to tell.

- Well, all very worthwhile then, Sir.

- Shame we had to leave behind

a two-million-pound bit of kit.

Hey-ho.

Thank you, Sergeant.

- Well done, Mr Hurst.

Could you shut my door, please?

Wind picking up.

- "Forward", he cried, from the rear.

- All right, look after yourself, you Welsh tart.

See ya.

- You all right, what's happening?

- Just waiting for my work-shy homie to man up.

He got lucky.

Muscle and flesh damage.

Few weeks off and he'll be in a ditch somewhere near you!

He loves me really.

- Did we get medical assistance to Mrs. Arush?

- Mother and baby doing well, I hear.

- Oh, good. - Not so the husband.

He was in the back of the truck.

- What, that exploded?

- Aye. - Oh shit.

When,

when you stayed behind and we went to the RV point,

did you think you were gonna make it?

- No.

- You were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

- Like Elvis.

Get some sleep, yeah?

Omar's currently being guarded

by several hundred Yanks and your man,

he's in the best possible hands.

- Thank you.

[gentle music]

- How far is it to the moon and back, do you reckon?

I'm just saying, you know,

'cause that's what people say, don't they?

Love you to the moon and back.

But surely it's not as far as Mars or,

that's infinity, innit?

I don't know.

- [scoffs] I wish I'd listened in school.

[Mimi chuckles]

- [chuckles] My biology teacher, yeah, told me

that when you have sex, the bollock yoghourt

comes out of the right testicle,

whereas if you do it yourself, it comes out of the left.

- One of yours has come out look like a raisin,

and the other one a melon! [Mimi laughs]

- Boy, I'm telling you, I tested it every 20 minutes.

- Was that what your teacher told you, Throbber?

He's a bit cruel, isn't he?

- She.

- This is so much better than going out on the lash.

- You lot do realise that we will remember today for like,

well, always, actually.

Even when we're 100, you know.

- Well done today, Mimi.

Delivering a baby.

Some real downstairs action, girl.

[Mimi laughs]

- Yeah, well her mom does that stuff for a living,

so, it's kinda like cheating, innit Mimi?

Hey, here he is!

The man that saved Special Forces!

- All right, okay. [all clapping and cheering]

All right, look, this ain't an episode of Long Lost Family,

so let's all cut the clapping bollocks, all right?

- How's Fingers, Colour?

- Still in surgery, so I need you all cracking on

with your after action reports in the morning.

Then normal duties resume.

- Colour. - Colour.

- [Throbber] Here'ya Prof.

- Yeah. - Freak. [laughing]

[heart monitor beeping]

- [Antonio] We struggled to access

the injury the bullet caused.

He'll need more surgery in the next 24 hours.

- [Georgie] Again?

- We've achieved hemostasis,

but it's only a temporary solution, Georgie. [sighs]

One thing's for sure, though, he's a fighter.

Come.

Go get some rest, okay?

There's nothing more you can do here.

- [Georgie] I'm going nowhere.

[gentle music]

♪ These are your thoughts

♪ Fighting for temperature

♪ Bouncing for fun

♪ Alone

♪ This is your role

♪ Grown up in starlight

- Georgie?

You all right? - Yep.

- I brought you some scoff.

- Oh no, I'm fine.

- It's a cheese omelette, get it down you.

You all right?

- Is it cheese?

- Goat's cheese, we do get it in Manchester, you know.

- Do we?

- Maybe not Stockport.

- [laughs] We've just got brown bread.

[alarm beeping]

What's going on?

What's going on?

Antonio?

Antonio, what's going on?

Fingers?

Fingers?

Oh, shit!

Oh, no.

- Charging 200 jules.

200J, everybody clear.

[heart monitor beeping continuously]

VF, start compressions. - Fingers!

- You don't need to see this!

- [Georgie] Please.

- Everybody's got a job to do

without you getting in the way.

Take her to my office, stay with her.

- It's gonna be all right.

- Oh, shit.

[monitor beeps continuously]

- All right, I've got this.

[dramatic music]

Come on, Fingers.

[suspenseful piano music]

- How can it take them this long?

- Get the adrenaline please.

[suspenseful piano music]

Come on, mate.

Come on.

[suspenseful piano music]

[heart monitor beeps continuously]

[Antonio exhales]

[heart monitor beeps continuously]

Time of death

08:49.

[sombre music]

[melancholy piano music]

- I need to call Marie.

- Fingers was the first person to welcome me

into the platoon.

His

enthusiasm never waned.

We've all lost a terrific soldier

and a friend.

The platoon will stay here, complete the tour,

and we'll do it in his honour.

- If any of you guys need to talk,

my office door will be open 24/7.

[melancholy music]

[phone line ringing]

- I just wanna go out there now

and kill every last one of them fuckers.

- I keep seeing his face.

I see it every time I shut my eyes.

- There's nothing that can make this better.

This is

just it.

[melancholy music]

- [Mimi] You okay, Georgie?

- Just need to sort everything.

[melancholy music]

[watch beeps]

[sombre music]

- Georgie, we can do that later.

- [Prof] Yeah, we can help, Georgie.

- I can do this!

[melancholy music]

- Hi Pa, it's me.

Yeah, just thought I'd touch base, say hello.

Okay.

Yeah, no.

Of course.

Yeah, okay.

I'm sorry, just say hi to everyone for me then.

Okay, bye.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

- All set, boss.

- Wondered if it might be one of the guys.

- Nope.

Me.

- Any sage advice before you go?

- Boss?

- I never expected to lose a man on Op Toral for fuck sake.

It's a training and security tour!

- Yeah, but we have, Sir, and we carry on, because

there's no option.

Look, you've given them an opportunity to talk,

now keep them busy.

They're counting on you to take charge.

[door slams]

[sombre trumpet melody]

Up.

[melancholy trumpet music]

[plane engine roaring]

[dog barking]

- I can come in with you.

- Something I have to do by myself, Kingy.

- Have you?

- Yeah.

And

thank you for--

- Everything?

- [chuckles] Well, I was gonna say driving me home,

but yeah, for everything.

[gentle piano music]

Hiya, Mom.

- Thank you. - Y'alright, Grace.

[melancholy music]

- [Grace] Come on, let's get you inside, yeah?

[melancholy music]

- [Prof] Yo, is that Omar?

- Put me on guard duty one night in his cell.

- What time is the funeral?

- 3:00 p.m.

- Stand up!

Stand easy, guys.

Right, all eyes on me, please.

We're very aware of what today is,

but it's business as usual.

We go on.

We have no choice.

So we do Fingers proud.

Okay, let's go.

- Sir. - Sir.

- Hi Prof, I knew your phone was gonna be off,

I just wanted to borrow some of your wisdom.

[gentle piano music]

- She looks done in.

I don't know what to do.

What can I say to her?

- You don't need to say anything to her, Mom.

She knows you're here for her.

- We're both here for her.

Georgie, don't go back.

I couldn't bear it, if I lost you too.

- Mom.

You're not gonna lose me.

But I am going back.

Mom.

- I'm sorry.

- There you go. - Thank you.

- Wait.

Are you sure now?

- I need to hear it again.

- Okay.

- Marie,

how you doing?

I've got myself into a spot of bother, babe.

Might have to have our honeymoon at the QE in Birmingham.

I got so much I need to tell you,

tell you how you put my life in focus.

[breathes heavily]

I didn't even know my life was out of focus

until you came along, Marie,

and sharpened me.

[moans] Oh, Marie,

I'm coming home.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

- What happened after that, Georgie?

I need every detail.

[sombre music]

- He loved you.

- We've both been loved.

Everything's just a fluke.

You bringing Fingers home that day,

me actually being home,

him slipping me his number when you were in the kitchen.

[both laughing]

- It's all a fucking fluke.

- Obviously, I knew he was a soldier.

I just, I didn't think it was gonna end like this.

- I know.

Please just make everything okay, Georgie.

Like you used to do when we were kids.

- Come here, come here.

Everything's gonna be okay.

[Marie sobbing]

Promise.

[guns firing]

- Move your thumb.

What's wrong with you?

Don't look at me, concentrate on your weapon!

You fire with your thumb there, and it'll be ripped off

when the top slide springs back.

Well, he should fucking know this.

[guns firing]

[church bells ringing]

- Fingers and I,

we served together.

Experiencing things that we could never share

with anyone else.

And then he met my sister.

And he fell in love, and he wanted

to spend the rest of his life with her.

A comrade of ours found a book underneath Finger's bed.

It was a present from Marie.

It's called "The Fault in Our Stars".

[Georgie sniffles]

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me,

because there was no longer anyone to remember with.

[guns firing]

It felt like losing your co-rememberer

meant losing the memory itself.

As if the things we'd done were less real and important

than they had been hours before.

[melancholy music]

- [Sandy] Detail, unload!

- What the hell are you doing?

Never point a loaded weapon at anyone!

Are you stupid or what? - Monk.

- We're trying to help you here.

- Maybe you need to learn a bit of respect.

- Shut up.

- You're a guest in this country.

- Are you taking the piss?

- Monk, Throbber move away right now.

- Let's go, move.

- [Sandy] I'll see you in my office shortly.

- I'm gonna knock that geezer into next week.

- Yeah, and if you do that, what's gonna happen?

You're gonna get kicked out.

- I saw him when we were repatriating Fingers.

- Mate, they don't care.

I don't know what you saw,

but Fingers was nothing to them, man.

I know how you feel.

I miss him too.

- You'll never know how I feel.

So don't give it the big 'un about knowing Fingers,

'cause you weren't his mate, or mine.

Move.

- I know what you must be going through,

but you've got to keep yourself in check.

You feel something bubbling up, you count to 10.

- He looked at his watch, Sir.

- What?

- When we were repatriating Fingers.

It's not on.

He was being disrespectful, Sir.

- It must be unimaginable, Monk,

to lose your friend and to stay on the tour.

- I was his best man and saw them pack his life

into a little box.

I don't want my son handed a box with all of me in it.

It makes me think, Sir.

What would happen to him if anything happened to me?

- I was a child of the regiment like your little boy.

- You were like my Thumper?

- In the sense that my dad was always on tour too.

But you know what,

if you make your time at home with him special,

and you let him know how much you love him,

all will be well.

- Is that what your father did with you?

- My door is always open, Monk.

[gentle music]

- Hi. - Hey.

- I used to come here every day after school.

I'd meet my mates.

Had my first bit of alcohol here.

My first snog.

Brendan bloody Lewis.

On this roundabout.

He told me about his mom's suicide.

So, out of sympathy, I let him give me a love bite.

Anyway, next day went round to his, knocked on.

His mom answered the door.

[Georgie chuckles]

Should have had it sussed out then, eh?

It's bullshit.

- What?

- Everything, Kingy.

- Everything?

- Mm-hmm.

Or are we just cursed?

[Kingy clears throat]

Two sisters.

Two sisters both losing their partners in Afghan.

Marie asked me this morning

if everything was gonna be all right.

There was nothing I could say.

No words will ever make it easier.

It's just this

fucking hollow pain that never goes away.

Ever.

I think about him, Kingy.

All the time.

I put my head on the pillow and there he is,

there's Elvis.

I think about him so fucking much.

[Georgie sniffles]

You know,

sometimes I wonder whether he's alive,

and all this is just a sign.

I know it's crazy.

- Hmm.

- Kingy, I didn't even check his fucking pulse.

- Come on, Georgie, you didn't have to.

- Oh, come on say, all right,

say he wasn't dead when they took him.

You're looking at me like I'm mad.

- You are

mad.

[Georgie chuckles]

Look, why don't you stay here for a bit,

get that head right?

- No, I'm going back to Afghan with you.

- No, we can finish the tour without you.

- Kingy, don't you dare kick me off now.

- Easy, no one's kicking you off, your call.

But I've a right to be concerned,

and you can do me the respect of listening, that's all.

- Okay.

Thank you, I'm fine.

I'm coming back with you.

Got unfinished business.

♪ Go to sleep

♪ Go to sleep

♪ Little baby

♪ Go to sleep

- Well that ain't gonna happen with you

warbling down the line at him.

- I'm soothing him, Doris.

- Yeah, righteo.

[baby crying]

- Tell him I love him.

- He knows that.

- And I love you too.

- And I love you back. [baby crying]

[sombre music]

- Do you know what?

There are parts of my life

that I choose not to tell everyone, right.

- Okay, I don't know what you're chatting about, by the way.

- I'm just being friendly.

- [Mimi] Okay.

- I don't care who your parents are.

Whether they're teachers or chess champions or doctors.

It doesn't matter, it's not relevant.

- I just don't wanna talk about it,

because it's not important.

- But you don't have to lie to impress us, right?

We like you for being you.

We're here to escort you to the American base, Sir.

- Fine.

What are your thoughts?

- They all want a deal.

- And we want his intel on Taliban activity,

here and across the border.

He has known links with ISIS.

His evidence would potentially damage

the insurgency in the region.

He's willing to collaborate.

- [CIA Representative] They'll say whatever they think

we wanna hear.

- Look, we'd only get a deal,

if he gave us something concrete.

What have we got to lose?

- The sooner we pull out lock, stock and barrel,

the better it will be.

[dramatic music]

- [Monk] How was it?

- We did him proud.

- What, don't I get a hug?

Or am I a bit ripe post flight?

- I didn't wanna say anything.

[all laughing]

- Good to have you back Colour.

- Hello. - Y'alright?

- Good to see you.

- [chuckles] How's your clicky knee?

- [Prof] Clicky as ever.

- You know what, it could be your boot.

I'll give it a check when I get in.

- How did you get on with a "Fault in Our Stars"?

- I got to the end, just about.

- Good.

- Thank you for keeping in touch.

- Always.

[people chattering]

- [Georgie] Come on, Cheese.

[people chattering]

- [Kingy] Cheese, this is Two Section.

- [Cheese] How do?

- Guys, we got a new member

for the duration of the rest of this tour.

Prof, can I charge you with settling him in?

- Yeah, you know me, Colour, mother hen.

Come on, Cheese.

- [Cheese] All right, mate.

- Come on, Cheesey Lad. - I'm Throbber, yeah.

- All right, soldier. [laughs]

All right, Georgie, all right Mimi.

[knocking on door]

- The wanderer returns.

[Georgie chuckles]

How you doing?

- How's Dr. Bahil?

- Driving me crazy wanting to be discharged.

How are you?

- Fit and ready for anything the army has to throw at me.

- I wanna make sure you're ready to dive straight back in.

- 100%.

- You're a good soldier.

It must have been a difficult few days.

- It hasn't been easy.

- Yeah, what's that saying.

God places the heaviest burden on those who can carry it.

- Sometimes I can feel my knees buckling.

- I hope you always know that I'm here.

If you need me.

- I know.

Thank you.

- So he was like on the bench, and the manager goes,

"Get yourself warmed up, fella, you're on!"

- Sort of.

I was at Woolwich, they put out a trawl.

What's up, mate? - It's all right.

It's been a right clusterfuck, this tour.

- I was briefed.

I'm sorry to hear about all the shit.

Look at you fella, you look like a Victorian boxer.

[both laughing]

Wish I'd had my protein shake this morning now.

- I used to be able to bench nearly twice my body weight.

- I can believe it.

Some guns you're packing there.

[Throbber imitates hitting noises]

- Yo, I'm sorry about the other day.

- Few more hours in Op Massive,

and I reckon I'd be able to bench the whole bloody platoon.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- [Prof] You ready for me and my clicky knee?

- Get in.

- [Prof] Oh, you want me on your couch?

- Go on, hop on.

[Prof moans]

It's all right.

- Yeah.

- Just put this underneath.

- Thank you.

- Any discomfort?

- Ooh, other than them cold hands?

- I'll wear my Marigolds next time. [chuckles]

How's it been here?

- It's hit everyone.

- The enemy's been captured.

I mean, it's not the end, but at least, you know,

I feel like it's--

- Some kind of closure?

- Yeah.

Maybe.

What?

- I think I may have inadvertently overheard some intel.

About Omar.

- What?

- Don't shoot the messenger,

but I think they may be planning

on cutting him some type of deal.

- What do you mean, what sort of deal?

- He's gonna give them information

on various other warlords and in return--

- They let him off?

- I'm not sure, I don't know.

I mean, probably not.

But there has been instances where warlords

have been given a new identity

and started life in a new country.

Georgie! - No.

- No, Georgie.

- [Throbber] Medic, I need to hydrate!

- [Mimi] Here.

- [Cheese] I'll just grab me a bottle.

[Cheese whistles]

- Not being rude, but I'm a bit busy.

- Look at you, all respectable in your uniform.

Butter wouldn't melt.

What would people make of this new you back home?

- Sergeant?

- Is it true?

They're thinking about doing a deal with Omar

and letting him off?

- That's enough, Sergeant Lane.

- Countless killings,

torturing, beheading,

blowing people off tops of buildings,

but you grass on a couple of your mates,

and it's a slap on the wrist, innit?

- You finished?

- Right, get outside, shut the door, knock on the door

and wait until I say, "Enter" before opening, understood?

[door slams]

[knocking on door]

Enter.

- They just looked at me, it was so obvious.

- [Antonio] What?

- That they're complicit in this arrangement.

I mean the Brigadier certainly is.

Otherwise, he would've said it wasn't true.

I wasn't saying anything to him that he didn't already know.

He knows they're cutting a deal with Attan Omar.

I could see it in his eyes.

- Yeah, it's awful, this bigger picture crap.

- Come in.

You knocked, Lane.

On me.

[suspenseful music]

- Sir, firstly please accept my apologies

for my previous outburst.

It won't happen again, Sir.

- At ease, Sergeant.

We have a duty of care.

We're constantly evaluating what is best for the regiment

and for the individual soldier.

- Sir.

- With regard to the current situation

that we're dealing with,

you have a personal involvement

that isn't beneficial to your well-being.

- We've all got a personal involvement, haven't we, Sir?

- Sergeant Lane.

- Omar's killed one of our platoon.

He also happened to be behind the murder of your fiance.

- Judging by your erstwhile behaviour,

there is a cause for concern.

Can you perform your duties

in a dispassionate and professional manner?

- That's bullshit, Sir.

- Sergeant Lane.

You are rather proving his point.

- This is not a matter for debate.

- And [clears throat]

we need you to see the psych for evaluation.

- God.

- You will be confined to barracks

and placed on restricted duties

until further notice, and until it can be determined

whether you are fit enough to continue this tour,

or indeed continue in the army.

Thank you, Sergeant Lane.

- Can I just say-- - No.

Thank you, Sergeant Lane.

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

- [Sandy] Tensions are running high,

we just lost one of our men.

- What's your game? - Hey!

- Crack us a smile, son.

- I'm so sick and tired of you, British people.

- [Georgie] Omar is trying to cut some deal

with the Americans.

- [Antonio] I think it's best you leave.

- [Kingy] Your psych assessment

has been arranged for this morning.

- [Georgie] You think I've got PTSD, don't you?

- Let's not rule anything out at this stage.

[explosion blasts]

- Hands up, hands up!

- All rooms are clear, bomb making factory found.

- [Cheese] Please, please! [crowd shouting]

- What the hell went down with you and that old man?

- You keep my secret, and I'll keep yours.

- I want to hurt him.

[upbeat music]