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You told them we were coming!

I tried to warn you.

I shouldn't have trusted him.

Don't drive yourself mad,

- trying to make sense of it.
- We could have lost everyone.

I miss Elvis.

Can't ever really ever get
over something like that.

Vest! Vest!

- How you doing?
- I'm all right.

I'll tell you when I'm
not, how about that?

Have you seen Rab?

MUSIC: Good Thing Going by Sugar Minott

♪ Ooh, see that girl ♪

♪ She does something
to my chemistry... ♪

INDISTINCT VOICES

Here we go, where's the intel? Oh...

LAUGHTER

- Culture.
- Fuck's sake, weren't you feeling it?

Were you not feeling it?

- The old monk.
- LAUGHTER

You need to sit down, you,
mate. You've had too many.

- Yeah, sit down.
- Maisie, drink that.

What, are you, drinking my... ?

- Come on now, don't start.
- LAUGHTER

- Come on.
- Take that away.

- No, no, I don't even want it.
- Keep them going.

- No, literally, man.
- No.

Well, it's lager,
just not as we know it.

Would it be rude to order a wine?

Would you like me to
grab you the wine list?

- Seriously?
- Nope, I'm taking the piss.

Right, guys, one more beer each
and then it's back to the barracks.

- Up the rant, then, Brains.
- Yeah, one more jog, then, is it, Kingy?

Yeah, one more.

- Yeah, I'm good.
- I'll help you.

Hi, love, how are you?

Beer?

I don't suppose you've
ever been to Liverpool?

It's where The Beatles come from.

Beer?

Yeah, lovely, thank you.

Brains, you're trying too hard.

It's a nice beer, that,
it's quite refreshing.

I'm going to the toilet. SHE LAUGHS

Are there any clubs around here?

All right.

Thank you.

- Cheers.
- LAUGHTER

Shit, I think that barmaid
just tried to pull me.

Did she have a Labrador
and a white stick?

That'll be going up
your arse in a minute.

You need to sort your khazi
out, love. It was that ripe,

- I couldn't even use it.
- HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Yeah, all right, whatever, mate,

don't be expecting me to give
you five stars on TripAdvisor.

HE SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

- We just wanted a drink.
- What?

Oi!

Come on, we better just get out of here.

- Come on.
- All right, guv. All right, all right, all right.

- No harm done.
- Hey!

- Now, that's smart, isn't it?
- All right, mate!

What are you looking at?

- All right, cool.
- All right, that's fine.

All right, guys, we're withdrawing.

Go, go!

- Out, now!
- Adios, si!

Como perros! Bye-bye, adios!

- Thank you for a memorable evening.
- HE SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Very sensitive about their toilets.

Get back to the vehicle
before anyone speaks.

"British Army in tactical withdrawal."

- You using your hotspot, Rab?
- Yeah.

- And, no, you can't share it.
- What?!

- Shittin' 'ell!
- What?

This used to be British Honduras.
Anyways, it's Belize now,

and there's been some scuffles
up by the border with Guatemala.

It's always the same.

People scrapping over a bit of
land that's no use to man or beast.

Well, World War III almost started
up over the state of their shitter.

Didn't think they liked
us much from the off.

Hmm. Apart from the barmaid.

Ugh, you're a sucker for a pair
of boobs, aren't you, Brains?

- If only, mate.
- Oh, and it's banged out with drugs around here.

Drugs and alligators. Winning combo.

MUSIC: Battlecry by Jordan Mackampa

♪ 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? ♪

♪ This is our battlecry ♪

♪ Can you hear the people
marching louder than the drums? ♪

♪ This is our battlecry. ♪

- With respect, sir...
- When you are taking a bollocking, Captain James,

you accept, apologise and move on!

Sir.

The forward action reports
do not make good reading.

Mea culpa, sir.

I let you down.

- I let the guys down.
- You let yourself down, Charles.

- Sir.
- Relax, take a seat.

I'm surprised this Captain Azizi

was able to pull the wool
over your eyes quite so easily.

- I was naive, sir.
- Naive at best.

You were lucky. One Cat A, no deaths.

One special forces fatality, sir.

The finding of the board
of enquiry does not link

Captain Elvis Harte's death

with your piss-poor
judgment of Captain Azizi.

- KNOCKING AT DOOR
- Sir.

Come in.

Sir.

Thank you, Lane. Come in.

- Why do you think I asked you here, Lane?
- Sir?

"Corporal Lane was emotionally
involved with Captain Harte."

- Who's saying that, sir?
- Somewhat taken out of context, sir.

Is it not true?

Elvis's death had nothing to do
with our emotional involvement, sir.

Elvis' death meant that
you were not in a fit state

to administer medical assistance.

When you are on duty,

we do not expect lines to be
blurred between our troops,

it rarely ends well.

Will that be all, sir?

Yes, Lane.

- Dismissed.
- Thank you, sir.

I thought Central America was
supposed to be famed for its coffee!

You knew they were emotionally
involved and you didn't call it in.

I'm sorry, sir.

I need you, as Commanding
Officer, to call everything in.

If you are too emotionally
involved with this unit,

then maybe it's you
who needs to move on.

That won't be necessary, sir.

Lane's actions after the
explosion were understandable

given the circumstances.

We are not linking the
events at the compound

with the incident or the death in Kabul.

He was my best friend, sir.

I'm aware of that.

It's one of the reasons
you're not being disciplined.

It's on your record.

Sir.

2 Section!

2 Section, shun!

As you were, guys. This is Captain
Roger, Belizean Special Forces,

expert in jungle warfare.
Served with the SAS.

- Morning, guys.
- TROOPS: Sir.

I trust you've all read the casualty
extraction plan and programme.

- Sir.
- Monk?

- Unconscious casualty.
- A medic would assess any further danger

- to everyone then carry out a CABC.
- Carry on, Lane.

Catastrophic bleed, airway,
breathing, circulation.

Told you they were good.

The jungle is a hostile
and unforgiving environment.

Yes, this is an exercise,
but as with all exercises,

there must always be a plan.

We'll be dividing you into two teams.

Each team will be given a grid
reference of where their casualty is.

You collect your casualty,
put them on the stretcher,

and return to the RV point as
quickly and as safely as you can.

Time is life.

The longer you take, the more
chance this casualty has of dying.

Lane, Kalil, Kingy: Alpha team.

LOCSTAT of your casualty,
MIST AT attached to patient.

Carry out the appropriate
treatment, call it in and evacuate,

being mindful not to worsen
the casualty's condition.

Brains, Monk, Richards
and myself: Bravo team.

- You all checked your kit?
- Sir.

Then check it again.

With me watching.

Right, double away.

Move!

Your kit could save your
life, this jungle is lethal.

Kit, out.

- All of it, sir?
- Quite hard for me to inspect it

- if it is at the bottom of your kit bag.
- Fair enough.

Sir.

- Unnecessary.
- I just thought there might be some time

for some tunes, sir.

You need 100% concentration
on this exercise,

or you could die.

That should shut your mouth.

- Check the battery.
- At maximum.

- Weapon checked?
- And double checked.

Right, guys, you forget anything
in the jungle, you're kyboshed.

Bravo team, on me.

Alpha team, on Roger, he won't
be accompanying you in the jungle,

as this is a medic-led exercise.

We don't have a medic in Bravo, boss.

I have completed my team medic course

every time I've deployed
in operations in Afghan,

which is five times
more than you, Richards.

Get your rations from these guys.

- Is it like a race, boss?
- It's a jungle casualty extraction at speed, Brains,

- were you not listening?
- It's a race, basically, isn't it?

OK. Sort your kit out.

Right, get on!

The most important thing

is that you all make it to
the RV point in one piece.

- Casualty intact and on your stretchers.
- Will we need leech socks, sir?

Have you got some?

- No, sir.
- Then I guess you don't.

Guys, come to attention.

Right turn!

By the front, quick march!

Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left.

- Good luck, mate.
- Don't patronise me.

You, Georgie, Kingy, versus the rest.

- Oh, you getting competitive, man?
- I am, we're going to win.

- Oh!
- Yes, we are.

Kingy, Kingy, do you
think there's any chance

of nipping back to
that bar at some point?

Got as much chance as
getting back to that bar

as your team have of winning!

- Whoa!
- Wahey!

- Yeah, put them up.
- Hey, Brains, you in love?

LAUGHTER

Go!

- Right, Bravo team, form up.
- Yeah, game on.

Oh, fresh air.

- Alpha team.
- Sir.

You are entering the jungle, over there.

Your lives depend on
sticking to your roots.

- Over the river?
- Indeed.

- What about my boots?
- I wouldn't advise taking them off,

- piranhas love toes.
- LAUGHTER

On your casualty you will find a
grid reference for the RV point.

I will be there waiting for you.

- Prepare to move.
- OK.

- Move!
- Let's go.

- Good luck.
- And you.

Bravo team, back on the truck.

What?

You are obviously entering the
jungle at a different point.

OK, Charles? Move!

- Isn't that giving them a head start?
- We'll just have to tab it, won't we, Brains?

OK, kit on.

- Was he being serious about them piranhas?
- Think so.

- Can they bite through boots?
- Oh, Rab, shut up, he was winding you up.

What else is in here, then?

- Alligators.
- Oh, ha-ha!

LAUGHTER

Why don't you Google
where piranhas live, Rab?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

- Whoa!
- It's not funny!

I think I've got trench foot already.

- I can feel my toenail varnish peeling off.
- Yeah, ditto.

LAUGHTER

I bet this place is a
mosquito's paradise at night.

You are wearing your
repellent, aren't you, Rab?

Yeah.

How long will it take for
our clothes to dry out?

You shouldn't get wet and let
your clothes dry out on your body,

my mum said it's a bladder
infection waiting to happen.

- Shut up.
- Thanks for the information, Rab.

Come on.

I'll see you at the RV
point, Captain James.

I'm just going back to base
to pick up the Brigadier,

he wants to be there to
congratulate the victim.

And what would you
say our ETA is, Roger?

Two hours to casualty, then,

depending on diagnosis after
assessments, three hours to the RV point.

All right, guys, do me a
favour, let's win this one.

You're not after impressing
the Brigadier, are you, boss?

I'll feed you to the alligators
if you slow us up, Richards.

All right, guys, on me.

Path's run out.

Right, we've got the casualty grid
reference. Let's just forge on.

- What about all this shit in the way?
- Well, this is when we take out

our military-issue machetes
and hack our way through.

- Excellent.
- Your enthusiasm is commendable, Rab.

When that Roger bloke handed
these out, I was like, "Stop it!"

SHE LAUGHS

Kalil, that is a lethal weapon you
happen to be swinging around like a

ten-year-old with a lasso.

- Sorry.
- Lasso?

- Yeah, cowboys and Indians.
- Bit rude.

Oh, ha-ha. Right, one
person hacking at a time.

You can never stand still in the jungle.

- Oh, go on.
- Panthers.

- What?
- You can never see them

because they blend in with the bark.

- Bark?
- Tree.

I know what bark is, I mean,

why would a panther blend in with bark?

You're sucking the life out of my story.

- Oh, was it a joke?
- No, it's fact, I Googled it.

Anyway, panthers sit up in trees,

and when something or someone
stands still below them, they pounce.

CHIRPING

- What are you two doing?
- He's winding me up!

- Right, come on, double.
- It's a true story!

- Panthers!
- They are, they do, they knock them out in the trees.

- Kalil, do you ever shut up?!
- No, he does not.

It's not a case of shut
up, I Wikipedia'd it!

- Fallen tree ahead.
- Bloody hell.

Ugh, we can't get under
it, can't get over it.

- Oh, no, we'll have to go around it.
- My mum used to read me that book.

- Loved it, Sgt King.
- We can get over that, Kingy. I mean,

they must know it was
there. We can't go off track.

We can all get over that,
surely. Come on, let's go.

Come on!

SNARLING

Animals live in the jungle,
surely that isn't news to you.

What sort of animals, boss?

- Man-eating ones.
- Yeah, I'm all right, then(!)

Fuck's sake! Man-eating animal!
Ain't no shit coming near me.

Right, Rab, you top-marked
in the assault course,

we get you to the top of this trunk...

- Using the rope.
- One end of.

Make sure it's safe to jump down,
then secure the rope to the tree.

We get the medic to the top of the
trunk and you will help her down,

I'll then use the rope
to get myself up and over.

- All clear?
- Er, isn't this medic-led?

This was your suggestion, Lane.

Eh, I'll be very happy
to take the credit.

Will we get a cup or something?

You get a handshake from
the Brig if you're lucky.

Right, come on then, Rab,
a little less rabbit...

And a bit more hopping,
over that. SHE LAUGHS

One, two, three.

HE GRUNTS

- "I'm on top of the world, Ma!"
- I'm not your ma, Kalil.

There you go.

GROWLING

Safe to jump down?

RAB YELLS

- Rab!
- Kalil!

Are you OK?

Of course I am. I'm only messing about.

When I get over there, you are
going to get a kick up the arse!

- Kalil!
- Rab!

HE GRUNTS

What are you doing now, Kalil?

Um... just securing
the rope to the tree.

Do you think anybody's
been around these parts?

What are you talking about now, Rab?

You know, do people live around here?

Secure the rope and
stop talking shit, Kalil.

Rope secured, guys.

Better be, or I'll be
hanging you with it later.

- All right, good.
- (SHE LAUGHS) All right. Thanks, Kingy.

Right, three, two, one.

- I'll catch you, Georgie.
- Get her down safely, Kalil.

- Or what, you'll hang me twice?
- Careful jumping down, Lane.

Rab, wait. Put me down.

- Down, release, release.
- Down.

- Yep.
- OK.

- Down safe, Kingy.
- All right.

Thanks.

- Bergens, yeah?
- Ready?

- Yeah.
- Dropping.

- Georgie.
- Got it.

Shall I untie the rope
and we can crack on?

Yep.

- By my reckoning, chaps, we are very close.
- Oh, mate!

- That's me with wet socks!
- Yeah, my jungle boots

aren't massively waterproof,
it's got to be said.

- Mine are fine.
- You've probably got the Doris boots on.

Focus up, guys, casualty
approximately 200 metres ahead.

Seen!

Hold there, guys, hold there.

No further danger. On me.

- Well, he ain't going anywhere.
- Deep laceration to upper left arm.

We dress the wound and tourniquet.
I'll contact Charlie One-Zero,

let them know of our progress.

Maisie, Monk, dress the wound,
cat tourniquet, blast bandage.

- Brains, get the stretcher out.
- Boss.

Charlie One-Zero, this
is Bravo fire team,

we have now located and
treated the casualty.

- Over.
- Charlie One-Zero, roger your last.

- Over.
- Please confirm

that we are the first call sign
to recover the casualty. Over.

Charlie One-Zero, I can confirm
you are the first call sign

to collect casualty.

You've got 53 minutes to beat the group

of Royal Engineers' time last month.

You've got no chance. Out.

We're in the lead, guys,
and we've got 52 minutes.

Let's move this casualty fast.

Let's hope Alpha's casualty
has got a well mashed-up spine.

We're going to do this.

- All OK?
- Boss.

Watch your footing here.

That's the boss's team on the way
back to the RV with a casualty.

Let's move!

Hold up here a sec, guys.

I think if we take this route,
we could make up some time.

We get to the Brigadier first,

we beat the Royal Engineers'
time, and the beers are on me.

We could go back to that bar,
boss. This barmaid, yeah...

Oh, she so fucking didn't!

- What?
- Fancy you, Brains!

Right, let's move.

- Nah, she did.
- Get over it.

Can't believe we get
a bloody neck injury.

This is going to slow us down a bit.

No, it's not. I mean, let's face
it, he's not going to feel it,

- even if we drop him, is he?
- Her.

- Is it a she?
- Rab, what do you think these are?

Let's get her back safely
and Brains can marry her.

He's in love with the barmaid, isn't he?

- Aw, I think it's sweet.
- She doesn't even seem to know, though.

Not sure you're the one to take the piss

when it comes to affairs
of the heart, Rab.

What's that supposed to mean?

What?

We'll pick some nice flowers for
her on the way back to the RV point.

Don't worry. That'll placate her.

- Who?
- "Who?"

- "Who?"
- "Who?" (LAUGHTER)

Right, keep the neck steady and
let's transfer her onto the stretcher.

Ready, Kingy?

- One, two, three.
- Lift.

- Fucking leeches!
- We'll burn them off at the RV point.

- Burn them off, boss?!
- Exactly.

- That all sounds a bit alarming.
- Not with a blowtorch, you doughnut.

Just cos Rab's not here, don't
act like the clever clogs now.

You burn them off with
a cigarette end, Monk.

- You don't even smoke!
- Do you reckon my barmaid smokes?

Only if you don't oil her up properly.

- Eh, don't diss my bae, Monk!
- LAUGHTER

- Boss, can we take five for a drink?
- No, we're forging a bit further.

HE SCREAMS

- Boss, boss!
- Boss?

- Boss, what's happening? Boss!
- Fuck!

- What the hell was that?
- Shh, shh!

- Was that the boss?
- Shh!

Hello, Bravo fire team, this
is Alpha fire team, over.

Kingy, we need to get to...

Hello, Bravo fire team, this is
Alpha fire team. Acknowledge, over.

- It was the boss.
- Rab!

Comms are down. Must be under a canopy.

Right, let's follow the screams.

- What shall we do about her?
- Leave it!

Let's tab it as best
we can. Stay safe, guys.

SCREAMING

Get on the comms, Monk, now!

What the hell is it?!

- It's some kind of trap.
- Keep still, boss!

- Zero, this is Bravo fire team.
- Keep still, boss!

It sounded like it came from over there.

- Sound travels differently in the jungle, Rab.
- Shh! Listen.

- SCREAMING
- That way.

Zero, this is Bravo fire
team. Acknowledge, over.

- Guys, guys, over here! Guys!
- He stepped on some kind of trap!

Right leg torn through.

- Boss, boss...
- I didn't want to move anything because,

- well, I didn't know.
- Well done. Well done, Richards.

- You called it in, Monk?
- Comms ain't working.

- Keep trying!
- Hello, zero, this is Bravo fire team,

message, over.

- Come on, you piece of shit.
- Richards, cut off his trousers for me.

- Boss, you're going to be OK.
- Hello, zero, this is Bravo fire team.

Message, over.

Shit. It's gone straight
through the bone.

I can't risk moving these spears.

All right, let's cut him
free, let's cut him free.

Kingy, I need some twinings
to make some bandages, OK?

Right, Rab... Rab! On me.

Boss, I'm going to give
you some pain relief, OK?

Keep breathing for me. Keep breathing.

He's free.

All right, get him on the ground,
quick. Nice and steady, come on.

- HE CONTINUES TO SCREAM
- Get him to lie down.

- Grab his leg.
- You're all right, sir, you're all right.

- Hello, zero, this is Bravo fire team. Message, over.
- Monk, anything?

- Nothing, sir, comms ain't working.
- Richards,

- I need a tourniquet, I need a blast bandage.
- Hello, zero, this is Alpha fire team.

Message, over.

Right, we need to evacuate
him back to the RV point.

We need to get a medivac from here,

there's no way he'll be
able to make it up there.

Well, they've got
a stretcher down here.

Yeah, we're lucky
the patient was a dummy.

Look, I can't risk the branches
smashing up against his leg

- and moving the spear.
- Look, we can clear a path,

- if that's all you're concerned about.
- The quickest and simplest solution

is you take the guys to the
RV point, sort out the medivac.

You know our grid reference,
I'll stay with the boss.

From a medical point of
view, that's my advice.

- OK, do you need me to stay with you?
- No, it's unnecessary.

We need to get him out of
here and into a hospital, ASAP.

On it. Right, guys, on me.

I've given him the
last of the pain relief,

so he should be stable for
the next couple of hours.

- Do you want me to stay with you?
- No, you go with Kingy.

We're going to tab it back as
quick as we can to the RV point,

leaving the patient and
the medic here. Let's move.

Rab, let's move.

- Keep hydrated, guys.
- Brains, come on.

Brains!

- Brains, Richards, Rab, on me!
- See you later, boss.

HE SCREAMS IN AGONY

Keep breathing. Keep
breathing through it.

Well done, guys.

200 metres ahead.

Foot it.

Ah, not bad. Four hours, 45, huh?

Yeah, pretty good.

Sir... we've got a problem.

- I need some more pain relief.
- It should be here soon.

I think I'm burning up.

Yeah, you've got a fever.

That's to be expected
with a fracture, though.

- Come on.
- Are you all right, Lane?

Shouldn't I be asking you that question?

MOVEMENT IN TREES

It could be a wild boar.

- It could be our guys.
- SOMEONE WHISTLES

Hey!

- Lane.
- What?

Move me. We need to hide.

Move me.

- Ready?
- Lane.

Go on now, move, move!

HE MOANS

Shh, shh.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

GUN CLICKS

Drop the knife!

- I said, drop the knife!
- HE GRUNTS

It's all right.

- We're not going to hurt you.
- Boar.

I was hunting boar.

You speak English?

Yes.

He stepped on the trap.

Do not pull! They are...

I think he's trying
to say they're barbed.

Yes.

- We're waiting for help.
- You cannot wait here.

- We need to wait here for our men.
- Bandits here.

- We don't want any trouble.
- We just need to get him to a hospital.

They see you, they kill you.

- What type of bandits?
- Drugs!

MOVEMENT IN TREES

Move! Move, now!

GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING

Get down!

Get down, get down, get down!

THEY SHOUT IN OWN LANGUAGE

Drug runners.

- Ground support to follow.
- Roger.

We've never seen them this
far south. This is a problem.

They just fired. They
didn't even know who we were.

They wouldn't care.

They've slaughtered entire villages.

- Why?
- They say it's business.

Their livelihood is worth millions.

Let's go.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Lean on me.

Ready? Let's go.

Let's go. That's it.

- Down, down, down.
- Quick!

One, two.

HE GROANS IN PAIN

OK.

Good. Go back. Lean back,
lean back, lean back.

Keep your leg elevated.

Are you OK?

Anyone they suspect of talking
to the authorities is killed.

Sometimes they take one
person from a village

and kill him as a warning.

Why?

They don't want anyone
getting in their way.

Well, what about the
police, or the army?

They're as corrupt, or
as frightened as we are.

They let the drugs through
the Guatemala border,

- along the rivers to the sea.
- Hmm,

- and around the world?
- Yes.

If they saw me talking to you...

- Well, why don't you just leave us here?
- They killed my father.

They are not good people.

- You shouldn't have to be frightened.
- Be frightened?

We all are. And you should be.

They'll kill us cos we're Army?

Tortured and killed.
They hate Army most.

We're here.

That's it. Straight ahead.

Straight through here.

- Where are they? Shit!
- Sir?

Georgie?

What the fuck do we do?

- Boss?
- Scout the area.

Right, Richards, Kalil,
search front, left and right.

Brains, Monk, check the rear.

- Lane!
- Monk, on me.

Fuck!

If there's no sign, we head
back to the RV point before dark.

- I'm not liking this.
- Sir? Dummy.

We're not leaving them out here alone.

- Clearly they had to move.
- Or were forcibly moved.

- We stay here until we find them.
- Sergeant? Boss's Bergen.

They've taken the medical Bergen.

- We need to leave here before dark.
- We're not leaving without them.

Sir? Blood!

We'd be endangering everybody,
staying in the jungle at night.

We head back to the RV point.

Wherever they are, James
will set off his tracker,

- we rescue them from there.
- How do we know he even has his tracker?

Why do you think I had
everybody double-check their kit?

Right, guys, listen in.

Brains, organise a 100-metre
search, and stay on comms.

Mais.

And, Monk, push this way.

Mais, stick to that path.

Rab, eyes on this area.
I'll take this path.

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

I think they got away by boat.

Or they were taken.

Now we go back to the RV point.

- Maybe we should head further.
- This area is extremely dangerous.

People who work this river would have

no qualms about slaying all of us.

We shouldn't be here.

- JAMES GROANS IN PAIN
- I've got you.

Come on.

Right, oh, oh!

Slow, slow.

There you go.

Oh! (JAMES MOANS)

Good.

Help me!

Quick, there's a bed.

Right, lay me down.

HE MOANS IN PAIN

- Stay here.
- Is it safe?

Stay here and stay quiet.

Here. What do you think, boss?

Well, this is as safe a place as any.

If I activate this now,

they'll be here by first light.

First light?! Why not now?

They can't reach through
the jungle at night.

First light will have to do.

Here.

Do you have to do that again?

Just want to shut you up talking.

Glad to see you haven't
lost your sense of humour.

VILLAGERS SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

How is he?

Yeah, he's running a temperature,

and I'm worried about his fever.

Do you know anywhere we could
get medication or any pain relief?

We need to get him to a hospital.

Erm, tomorrow,

- I can take you downriver to a town.
- No, no, no. We need to wait here for our men.

You can't bring people here!

- The Army mustn't come here!
- Of course not.

We'll move downriver.

Was that your mother?

- She will be fine.
- Well, should we explain, should we talk to her?

She doesn't speak English.

I will get food.

And water, please.

- What do you think, boss?
- We need to get out of here ASAP.

It's a clusterfuck.

If we get seen here,

there'll be repercussions.

How long before my leg gets infected?

We need to get you to hospital.

How long, Lane?

You'll be all right until tomorrow.

Thank you.

Tell your mother we said thank you.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

What's wrong with her foot?

Tell her I'm a medic,
I'll have a look at it.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

How long has it been like this?

- One year. Maybe more.
- OK.

Right, so, what's happened is

she's obviously stood
on something sharp,

like a stone or a bit of glass,

and it's embedded itself into her heel

and her skin has grown over it.

She probably didn't notice it at first,

but now every time
she stands on her heel,

it's agony for her.

- Can you help?
- Yeah.

HE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Can you get me a bowl of
clean water, please? Thank you.

Is she OK, Lane?

Are you going to put it in
your, er, after action report,

and how I got myself
emotionally involved?

- I tried to give an honest account.
- Yeah, well,

maybe you should question
yourself and not me.

There you go.

That's the guilty bastard.

- You think I don't question myself?
- I'm going to bandage your foot, OK?

- It's going to be two minutes.
- All I do is question myself

and the role I played in Elvis...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

I question myself, all right?

Have you asked yourself if
Elvis's death is down to you?

I know Afghan was my fault.

I was naive.

I took my eye off the ball.

I asked myself if there was anything
I could have done differently

and the answer is, yes, a hell of a lot.

I trusted Azizi.

It doesn't make me a good soldier.

How can you be a good soldier when
your judgment's quite so fucked?

I'm emotion... I'm emotionally
involved with every person I work with!

Yeah, well, we know when it
crosses a line, though, don't we?

Yeah, like you and Molly.

Yeah.

And you and Elvis.

And perhaps I've crossed a line
when it comes to my feelings for you.

You have feelings for all the guys.

Elvis has bonded us, Lane.

Me and you.

Lane?

There you go.

KETTLE CLATTERS

What?

Ezra, what is it?

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ezra, what's going on?

What is it?

Ezra.

EZRA'S MOTHER SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ezra?

THEY SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Shit! We need to get out of here.

- Do you think you can move?
- I'm going to get up, Lane.

Right, after three. One, two, three.

Boss, hurry!

Quick. Quick.

Lean on me, lean on me.

- Wait.
- Come here.

OK, let's go.

Come on.

I just wish there was
something we could do now.

First light.

It's frustrating.

I mean,

we know roughly where
they are from the tracker,

- right? So why don't we...
- We can't access the villages

on the river in the dark.

- Can't we just take a vessel and... ?
- People will die if we try to get them now.

Understand that, Sergeant,

because that is real.

Anybody other than Georgie
and the boss, I'd be worried.

What, so you're saying
you're not worried?

- Maisie...
- Just leave it, you two, yeah?

Us two? Hold on a minute,
all I'm being is nice.

It's her! What am I
supposed to have done, Mais?

Leave it, Rab!

Just sort out your hammock
and try and get some shut-eye.

Yeah, early start tomorrow.

Right, what the fuck
is happening to them?!

They've been forced to move.

They're laying low in this
village, waiting for us.

Move into there, next
to the trees. Hold on.

JAMES GASPS

You all right?

I need to get these
spears out of my leg.

Every time I move,
they cut into the bone.

I can't risk removing
them. You'd bleed out.

I'm sorry, Lane.

- Ready?
- Ready?

- Yeah.
- Lean on me.

- HE GROANS
- That's it.

Got you. I've got you.

I've got you.

- There you go.
- Oh.

- I need to loosen this, boss.
- HE GASPS

There you go.

How's it looking?

Yeah.

- "Yeah"?
- Yeah, fine.

I'll be happier when I get
you to a hospital, though.

Is Kingy still out there?

Nah.

Nah. He won't be asleep.

Not a chance.

The tracker was set off here

and continues to send
intermitten signals.

Is that the closest we can pinpoint?

At the moment.

Once we're able to access
3-D satellite imagery,

we should be able to track
them to within 250 metres.

Had I known they were there, I
would never have given the go-ahead.

And all along this river
here, what's going on there?

A collection of small villages.

They could be anywhere in that strip.

- What time's first light?
- 0536.

- HE GRUNTS
- Look, rest, rest.

You need to rest, too.

How's the pain?

It's just every time I move.

HE GRUNTS IN PAIN

There you go.

MOVEMENT IN BUSHES

We're not safe here.

DISTANT MACHINE GUNFIRE

DISTANT SCREAMS

They're terrorising the village.

There's nothing we can do.

We need to find somewhere
to hide. We can't stay here.

The tracker's still in the hut.

Once they've picked up the
signal, they'll come and find us.

We'll move to the village. There
was a signal there 20 minutes ago,

so they haven't moved yet, thank God!

You guys, you're
monitoring drone footage.

If that's Bones and
his posse, who's that?

We are safe to rest here.

We're here.

They were last seen at the village.

Where would you go if
you were fleeing, Roger?

They know the river
will lead down to a town.

GUN CLICKS

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