All language subtitles for Our Girl - 03x05 - Episode 5 - Nigeria Tour.MTB.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Help me!

Come on!

Left! Left! Left!

I've got to say, I never in a
million years thought Nigeria

would look like this!

You blowing out your arse, Khalil?

He usually talks out of it!

Tell me everything's going to be
all right, Kingy.

I'm not your mum, mate.

- I need a medic!
- When's she back, Kingy?

She's in transit.

Richards, did you get the memo

that this is not actually a nature trip?

But look at that, though, Kingy.
Bit nice or what?

Aww! Put it to your ear and see if
you can hear me tell you

to drop the bloody thing and run!

Can we increase the pace, please?

You tossers are starting to
do my head in.

Seriously, text Lane,
and tell her to bring my inhaler!

Idiot, man.

I didn't think she was coming back,
to be honest.

She's made of much tougher stuff
than that, Richards.

Lane?

Never normally get a royal welcome.

- You calling me royal?
- If the cap fits.

I am posh, but I'm not that posh.

- How was the flight?
- Good.

Ready for another tour?

Six months of regimental duties
and press duties

enough to cure anyone from anything.

Did you need curing?

Maybe I needed time to heal.

Oh, and... we are allowed to say
the Elvis word, by the way.

Yeah...

Seeing you at his funeral was...

...odd.

Did I make a tit of myself?

Mum said I was high.

Of course you didn't make
a tit out of yourself.

I felt so hollow. You know?

Empty.

I don't even remember the funeral.

But anyway, I'm back,
and I won't let you down.

Training and mentoring
a section of Nigerians.

Working in a medical outreach
project up country.

Towards the Boko Haram territories.

What could possibly go wrong?

- It's good to have you back, Lane.
- It's good to be back, boss.

_

Eyes, ears, and intelligence!

Check room, and shout "clear!"

Clear!

Good man.

Bogey! Nine o'clock!

Switch on! Shoot him
before he shoots you!

- Sorry.
- Don't say sorry to me, my friend.

Say sorry to her as they
spoon her into a body bag.

Carry on.

You do not shoot until you are certain.

Waste of bullets otherwise.

It's a waste of
an innocent person's life,

and a waste of your own life to boot.

If you kill an innocent person,
it will haunt you forever.

Ray, can you step out?
Brains, you're up next.

Good to have you here, Captain James.

Well, I'm pleased to help.

There have been over 80,000 deaths
since the emergence of Boko Haram.

It is a war we must not lose.

Their strongholds are in the
northern part of the country,

where they control swathes of land
through fear.

And we try to reclaim that land?

You make it sound very easy.

Nigeria's a complicated country.

Shh! Get down, get down.

- Oh, you ruined it!
- You doughnut!

- Hey! Hello!
- Hi!

- Group hug!
- Nice to see you.

All right! Get off me, grease!

- Always greased.
- Shut up.

- Good to have you back, babes.
- Medic, to you. Thanks.

I'm glad I won't be the only Doris
on the firm any more.

- Where's Brains?
- Don't ask.

- What?
- He's being a right sulky Sue.

- Welcome home, Lane.
- Thanks, Sam.

All right, unpack and head to
the med facility. Medic on duty.

Oh, joy.

Obstacle course, 15 minutes.

Yeah, I'm on the track.

All right, guys.

It's a full circuit, with a sprint
to the finish line.

The first pair to finish are
obviously the winners,

and go through to the next round.

All those that get knocked out,
it's an eight-mile tab, full kit.

So it's worth your while to not
leave your compadre behind!

You're on my shoulder, all the way.

- Yeah.
- We're not losing this, understood?

- Yeah.
- It's about teamwork.

And remember, there is
no "I" in "wanker".

- Me V you, then?
- Oi, oi, clash of the clever clogs!

You're joking, right, Brains?

Are we?

On my whistle.

Go, boys!

Come on, boys!

Showing commitment.

It's kind of like the Army V Navy rugby.

Come on. Hey, get a move on!

God's sake!

Brains, what are you doing?

What's gotten into
Brains all of a sudden?

Yeah, what's he doing?

- Place your bets.
- I'm going for Rob.

Actually wait, no, no,
Brains is doing it. Oh!

Brains is doing it!

Ooh, it's close.

- Come on, boys!
- Yes!

Come on! Come on!

Condolences and all that, lad,
but the best team won.

Now that's eight miles, full kit,

and don't forget to pack your
bruised ego.

Ungentlemanly conduct, Khalil!

You'll find yourself on that run too now.

How is that fair, boss?!

And technically, I beat the
jumped-up Yorkshire gobshite!

All right, enough now, Brains!

If only he had enough brains, son.

I've got more brains than
you'll ever have!

What's the capital of Albania?

- Get out of my face.
- What's the square root of 1 million?

What's the capital of Australia?

Canberra.

You think you're so funny, don't you?

My wit and natural good looks have
got me this far.

Yeah, well, careful. Someone might
just wipe that smile off your face.

Oi! Oi!

Calm yourself, you nutter!
What's his problem?

At the moment, you!

All right, shut it! The pair of you!
Enough.

I don't know what the hell
your problem is,

but you will sort your shit out,
understood?

- Boss.
- Boss.

Now shake hands.

Shake hands.

One more episode like this,
and you can square your kit away

and see our your days digging holes
for the Council.

- It's an embarrassment!
- You've really let us down.

- Make amends.
- Now get out of my sight.

You, that way.

Oh, nice to meet you.

You all right, Brains?

- Why shouldn't I be?
- I didn't mean... I meant...

Yeah, I'm fine. OK?

Sit up.

Now, relax, guys.

You've all now had a chance to study
the brief.

We'll be escorting the Nigerian Army
to the north of the country towards

Boko Haram territory to deliver
and dispense medical supplies.

Lane, supervising inoculations.

This is primarily a training
and mentoring exercise,

but with the added benefit of
reassuring local communities

affected by Boko Haram that they've
not been forgotten about.

Our final destination is
approximately 800 km north of Lagos.

Now, it was this area where the
schoolgirls were taken from.

As you know, there was global
coverage of the kidnapped girls,

but there were another dozen or so
girls taken from this village here.

About six months ago, Lampese.

About 3km or 4km from the outreach
project that we're headed to.

Boss, are the girls being taken,
like, all the time?

They promise brides to their fighters.

Once they're pregnant, it's always
hard to get them back.

Sometimes, they sacrifice the life
they had to raise their child.

The mothers do not want
to leave their babies.

That's a proper "what the heck
do you do?" situation.

We defeat Boko Haram,
and that is what we do.

- It does make you think, doesn't it?
- What?

Why are the beautiful places
so messed up?

You know, Boko Haram and all that.

It's God, levelling it all out.

Do you reckon?

You can have glorious sunsets,
nice beaches,

and a murderous gang
of fanatics slaughtering everyone.

Do you reckon God speaks in your
funny little accent?

Oh, aye.

So God made you funny,
but he gave you a big schnozz.

- I haven't got a big schnozz.
- Well, it's a nice schnozz, but...

...let's face it, mate, it's a whopper.

What, so God made you beautiful
but with a wonky eye?

I haven't got a wonky eye.

Well, you have if I've got a big schnozz.

- My mum says it's perfectly chiselled.
- Really?

You've made me all self-conscious now!

No, I'm just joking!

No, I make your mum right.
You've got a well-chiselled nose.

Chiselled by a blind chiseller,
obviously.

How's your knuckles?

I pulled the punch.
Didn't want to hurt him.

Well, it looked to me like they
pulled him off you

just before he killed you.

- He just went all like...
- Yeah, I know!

He's suddenly got anger issues.

Well, at least you haven't got that
to go with everything else you got.

Charmed, I'm sure.

20 km to Kebbi.

There was a suicide bombing in the
market there in October.

You do take us to
the nicest places, boss.

Well, we could always just leave you
there, Richards?

You couldn't function without me, boss.

Oh, really?

Eyes on the road, driver.

I was just thinking, boss,

we're bringing up daughters
in the UK, right?

That can be a caution.
Could you imagine around here?

I guess we're lucky,
to come from where we come from.

If I was from around here,
and I had kids,

I wouldn't let them out of my sight.

Yeah, you'd want to scoop them up
and take them somewhere safe,

- wouldn't you?
- Mm.

You're not sprogged up, are you, boss?

Do you mean, have I got children?

Yes. One, boy.

Is he just like Prince George?

Does he wear posh shorts and have
blonde flicky hair and that?

Yes! Exactly like that.

Doesn't seem like too much of a
hotbed of hatred to me.

That's because you's
from London, innit, fam?

That's the worst accent ever!

Yeah. I'd say Scouse is.
What do you reckon, eh, Brains?

So you were the first medic
at the scene of the blast?

In the market? Yes, ma'am.

You don't have to call me "ma'am".
I work for a living. It's Georgie.

I just had basic supplies.

I tried to keep them alive
until help came, but...

The suicide bomber was a young girl.
They don't arouse suspicion.

She just walked up to a stall,
to all the crowds,

saying she was looking for her mother.

Don't make sense to us, does it?

Don't make sense to anyone, Richards.

They are brainwashed into thinking
they are doing something good.

17 died.

I did my best.

The captain said you excelled yourself.

Bodies everywhere. No medical supplies.

There was a stall selling bags,
so I was ripping off the handles

and straps and using them as tourniquets.

The Nigerian army are lucky to have
you in their ranks.

Are you OK?

It's the first time I've been back here.

Yeah, I know.

The toughest bit is...

...once you've seen something,
you can't un-see it.

Your colleagues have told me
the things you have seen.

Yeah, well... That's the thing
you've got to carry on.

- And do what we can.
- Exactly.

Since the bombing, we have
prioritised this region,

so the local population feel safe.

Are Boko Haram, like, around here, then?

Mm-mm. This is all government.

Boko Haram want an Islamic state
to bomb themselves into power.

No, no, no!
Get out of here! Get out of here!

Boy. Catch you doing that again,
I will snap you in half.

- Do you understand?
- Oi!

- What do you think you're playing at?
- Why don't you run along, love?

Because you're going to look
mighty fucking silly

doing your make-up with a broken arm.

If you were a man,
I'd beat the shit out of you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Corporal Lane, step away now.

You all right?

10-15, guys.

Businessman in the motor,
and that thug is his hired help.

- Ex forces.
- How did you work that one out?

- Mercenary. I make you right, Rab.
- Would've earned shedloads.

Yeah, if I don't get
put up for SF selection,

I might get myself a bit of that.

- Mercenary?
- Why not?

I just don't see you as that sort.

Saying I couldn't hack it?

I just think you're too nice.

It's a compliment, Fingers!

Take that dude he's a bully.

There you are, all better now.

All right, who wants to see
a magic trick?

Come around, come around. OK.

This is an English pound coin, yeah?

I'm going to put this bottle
on top of it, like that, OK?

Then I'm going to get this cloth,
and put that over the bottle...

...like that. And with my magic powers...

I've got magic powers, haven't I,
Richards?

Yeah. I can guarantee she's
a bit of a witch, guys.

OK. Well, with my magic powers,

I'm going to make that coin
jump into the bottle.

On three. One, two, three!

Right, I need a volunteer to check.

You? OK, bend down.

Get your face quite close to the
bottle, cos you need to see inside.

That's it. After three.

One, two...

All right, guys, listen in.

- What did we learn out there today?
- Stay focused at all times, boss.

- Indeed.
- Who do you reckon that guy was, boss?

Yeah, Fingers fancied a bit of
mercenary work.

Yo, tax-free. What's not to love, bro?

Getting your head blown off.

Can we focus up and concentrate, please?

- Kingy.
- We're heading to Lampese.

400km.

All right, Lane. You're on me.

All right guys, let's load up.

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

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

It was interesting to see

your aggressive side back
to the fore just then.

You wouldn't let me
deck him one, though, would you?

Well, I didn't want see a grown man cry.

He did seem a bit unstable.

Yeah, I make you right. Wanker.

That was a nice magic trick, by the way.

I've got to learn me a magic trick.

There's nothing like a good magic trick,

and that was nothing like
a good magic trick.

Remember when we was in Kenya,

and I said Africa smelled funny,
and you all laughed?

If this is neither funny nor informative,

please may I suggest that you zip it?

Hear me out, Kingy.
It's the same smell round here.

You do know it's 2,000 miles away
from Kenya, don't you?

About the same as from London to Moscow.

Whoa, weren't your grandad from Africa?

I'm not saying it's a bad smell.

Where's your grandad from, Monk?

Somalia. Like Mo Farah.

Oh, my heritage is from around here,
actually.

- Shut up!
- Well, not literally here, but Nigeria.

Oh, mate. I remember my great uncle
come and stayed with us

when I was small, right? And they
told me that he was a prince.

This guy turns up in flip-flops
that had seen better days,

a pair of ragamuffin jeans and a
T-shirt with his last three weeks'

dinner down the front.

Turns out his name was Prince.

He worked in a bicycle repair shop.

Oi, oi!

You should be laughing, it's funny.

All right, guys.
Go out and stretch your legs.

OK, piss stop.

Right, don't touch anything,
and wash your hands after, please.

Bicycle repair, right?
Runs in my family too.

Go on.

After partition, right, our bit of
the family went to Pakistan.

Before my time, but, you know.
These two uncles went to Tanzania.

I get the feeling they were a tad
on the illiterate side.

One ends up a bicycle repair man,

the other taking the tops off
drinks bottles.

- Guess what their names were?
- Harry and Rumpelstiltskin?

Once my branch of the family
settled into the UK,

they came over and had to change
names. Their names were

Bicycle Repair Weller
and Soda Bottle Opener Weller.

I absolutely shit you not, hand on heart.

How's that for witty and
informative? All rolled...

Don't forget to wash your hands.

Bicycle Repair Weller?!

Go out with me, Maisie,

and you can be married into the
most interesting family in Leeds.

Steeped in history, exotic,
and yet strangely patriotic.

Rab, if you were the last fellow
on earth,

I would become a card-carrying lesbian.

So would it be OK if I watched?

Why do boys always say that?

I can't answer for all boys, but me,
I was hoping to make you laugh,

and then maybe make you change your mind?

- You know you love me.
- Yeah, I do love you, Rab.

But as a mate. Deal with it.

Hold your fire! Hold fire!
What the hell's going on?

- They think they heard something.
- Heard something?! That's ridiculous!

Fellas, do not engage!

You do not engage unless the enemy
makes contact!

You can't just fire randomly
into the thicket!

- There could be innocent civilians there!
- Is everyone OK?!

- Boss!
- Has anyone got eyes on Rab?

- Here!
- We're ready!

Anybody want a soda?

Rab will open it for you!

Soda Bottle Opener Weller!

- Think you might have over shared.
- There's no secrets in the army.

So, my nan was like...

_

I don't even know what you're saying.

- I don't know why I find it so funny.
- So I was like...

_

Why are you looking at me like that for?

Don't know.

- Who you texting, Lane?
- Oh, my wayward sister.

You should get her to join.

She won't even pass two-day selection.

What, you'd let your daughter enrol?

It's not that shit a life, is it?

Nah, well...

- ...except sometimes.
- Yeah.

That's a cartoon amount of food, Fingers.

You would know,
with your little cartoon face.

You're going to have a cartoon belly
after that lot.

- I'm trying to bulk up, bro.
- But that's all carbs, no protein.

Need my carbs, protein AFTER training.

I've got bulk up if I make selection.

Got it all sorted out, then, eh, Fingers?

What about you, Brains? You going
to try for special forces, or what?

Knock, knock.

- Who's there?
- Lane.

Lane who?

It wasn't meant to be a joke.
I just meant... it was me.

Oh.

For tonight, hydrate.

What do you want, Lane?

Water run.

OK, well...

...thank you.

OK, look.

My dad once jumped into
the Manchester Ship Canal

cos he saw all these kittens drowning.

Couldn't save them all, but
he did manage to save a few.

Apparently, the QE2 once
traversed that canal.

Shouldn't we be doing more, boss?

Right, even if we save
half a dozen schoolgirls,

- at least then on this tour, we...
- No.

Goodnight, Lane.

I think we are failing in our duty
if we don't at least try.

Don't be naive.

We're guests in someone else's country.

- Is everything OK?
- Yes.

Why shouldn't it be?

Well...

...maybe you needed some more time.

Sitting in Preston is
not going to change anything.

Yeah, I realise that. But at least
in Preston, you have some space.

You're not out here on tour
getting het up about things.

So I'm het up about children
being abducted and abused?

Now, excuse me for being idealistic.

You finished?

Yes, boss.

Look, you're doing great work out here.

Like today, in the village with the kids.

Thank you.

Just a shame about the dick
in the Hummer, hm?

Yeah, he's a bully.

Are you sure everything's all right?

Everything's all right.

What's going on over there, boss man?

Oil pipes. People siphon
them off, causing fires.

I didn't even know Nigeria had oil.

Oil and gas, diamonds and gold.

So they're, like, rich, then?

Well, clearly, only some people are.

Why don't they just share it all
out, than everyone can be rich?

What, a just and fair world, Richards?

Then what would we do for a living?

Pull over!

Contact...

Kingy, defensive positions.

Medical, on me.
Brains, give covering fire.

Defence now.

Guys, peel there, give cover.

Fingers, down there.

- Colonel, what's happening?
- Child soldiers.

And you just start randomly firing?

You open fire or not?

Yeah, copy that.

Kingy, hold the ground.

You two, on me.

Oi! I need to treat that boy.

We have to question him first.

Fucking do what the medic says.

- Brains!
- What?

Get back on the truck now.

Brains, move.

Colonel, he needs treatment.

Has he been shot?

No, he just cut himself
on his way, he's fine.

Let me treat him before you question him.

Get down, sit down.

Easy!

What's your name, hm?

My name's Georgie.

Can he understand?

OK.

Let's get the cut cleaned up.
Let's put a few stitches in.

- We don't behave like that.
- They do.

- We don't.
- Colonel!

We need to get back to
the fort before nightfall.

We take the kid back for medical
treatment and then we question him.

Is that understood?

- You all right, Lane?
- Yeah.

What's your name?

This lady will take care of you.

- Cala.
- He looks about eight.

The bullets he's firing still would
have killed you, though, mate.

Well, who knows what kind of
shit life he's had up till now?

Just saying, he still would have
killed you given half a chance,

- that's all I'm saying.
- Best nobody say anything.

How many stitches we looking at, Georgie?

- Oh, try some on your gob, Monk.
- I was only asking.

About 18.

I need more gauze. Thank you.

She'll look after you.
You're in the best possible hands.

I will look after you, Cala.

He'll be wanting compensation, next.

We'll treat him in the same way

if you have a laceration
to your leg, Fingers.

Stitch him up and lock him up.

No, stitch him up, course of antibiotics,

and change the dressing every day,
if that's all right with you.

You got told.

_

Monk, Fingers, get him in the med centre.

You see, the only way we
can get them to talk

is to frighten them a bit.

Well, he looked frightened enough.

He needs to be treated
before you question him.

Right, guys, choose a bunker and I'll see

what's occurring on the score front.

I fucking swear there's better
facilities in Strangeways.

Have you done time, then, have you?

Do time for you, mate.

Right, what were you telling me?

- What?
- Oh, very homoerotic.

Yeah, well, you'd know.

Oh, boys, put your dicks
away and choose a pit.

Good call, Richards.

Right, I'll be back in five, so get
washed up and stop arsing around.

- Boss has already had words.
- Sarge.

- Sarge.
- Sarge.

Do you mind taking over for me?
There you go.

Boss.

There's information they need from
him, Lane.

Right, well, we'll need to give him
medical attention he needs.

- Well, be careful.
- Boss?

He's not some innocent kid there.

He's a child soldier who kills,

and he'd have no qualms about
killing you.

- Understood.
- Lane...

Don't compromise your own safety.

Brains...

Talk to me.

I'm genuinely worried.

I want the old Brains back.

If you're not stable
enough for this tour...

It's my... parents.

What's happened?

I'm a grown-up. I shouldn't be
reacting like this.

What? Come on.

- I'm a dick...
- Brains.

Talk to me.

I got a voice message from them,

just before we left for Nigeria.

They're splitting up.

I mean, everyone's parents split up,
don't they?

Why am I being such a dick about it?

- You're not being a dick about it.
- I am.

Well, you are a bit.

Look, it's traumatic and it's awful.

I completely understand.

- Do you want me to get you home?
- No.

No, honestly, that's the last thing
I want.

Right, well, you need
me not to worry, then.

I can't have you out there with a weapon.

I'm never going to do anything stupid.

You have been a bit stupid, haven't you?

Now I've told you, it feels like...

You've had a weight lifted off your
shoulders?

Yeah.

Please let me stay.

I'll discuss it with Captain James.

Won't he just send me home?

I'm a medic.

He'll listen to me.

I'm sorry.

Hey, come on.

Relax. OK?

Come on.

I just...

- I find it hard.
- I know.

Everybody thought they were perfect.
I thought they were perfect, but...

...my mum, she...

She wants a new life.

I know how she feels.

Come on. I'm trusting you.

No more daftness. And if you ever
feel discombobulated,

you come and talk to me. Yeah?

OK.

I feel about fucking ten.

Right, get on with your duties.

And remember, I'm your mate.

- Thank you.
- OK.

- He's not going to escape!
- Now he's not.

- What about your men?
- They are staying there.

All right, well, I need to check his
blood pressure.

Yeah.

We will kill you all.

You are the enemy.

We will kill you or die trying.

- You don't want to die.
- It doesn't matter.

My death doesn't matter.
Your death is important.

You're a young boy. You should be...

Allah says the best fighters are
those who fight at the front.

I don't think Allah wants
young boys killing innocent people.

- Who is innocent?
- The people that you're killing are.

The Nigerian colonel wants to
question you.

If I betray my leaders, I'll be
executed, with my hands bound.

Is that what happens in Lampese?

Go there and they will kill you.

I'm not afraid of dying either.

I know you're from Lampese.

One of the guards said.

Do you know where the girls are?

Lampese.

Here.

On the border of Boko
Haram-controlled territory.

The plan was always to go to the
outreach clinic, boss.

It's only a mile or two from Lampese.

That's why we're here.

I think, while we're there, we make
enquiries about the schoolgirls.

We're here to assist on the
outreach project,

not locate the missing schoolgirls, Lane.

Boss, but if we left at first light
we can assess the situation in the

town before we get to the outreach
project.

Look, if we gather any bit of intel,
surely that is a good thing.

We're not going off-piste
and risking lives.

We're not going off-piste.

It's a town next to the outreach clinic.

We're going there to
hand out flyers saying

we're doing inoculation for the kids.

We'll do the leaflet drop

and then we'll evacuate
for the outreach project.

More medicine than the Royal Infirmary.

- Do they really need this lot, Georgie?
- Yes.

- Girl power.
- You what?

I'm joking.

You had me worried for a sec.

But...

- Go on.
- But...

If we could locate these schoolgirls...

What, me and you, like Wonder Women?

I obviously don't mean that, do I?

All right, imagine if it was my sister.

Or you.

Imagine if it was you that got kidnapped

and no-one did anything about it.

If we could somehow find out where
they are

and let the chain of command
sort out a rescue mission.

- But how?
- Well, go into town.

Try and talk to the locals.

Befriend them as we're handing out
the flyers.

And, likewise, we can talk to the
mothers in the clinic.

Surely one of them must know something.

Yeah, it would be great.
Oh, mate, imagine.

Exactly.

Right, guys, on me!

In your pairs, we're going to proceed
along this main route through

the village here. Put up notifications
about the inoculations,

hand out flyers and then get back to
the truck.

- Lids on, boss?
- Indeed, Kingy.

You need to stay alert, guys.

Let's get on it.

Somebody here will know where they are.

You OK?

When the girls are taken,
we feel powerless.

Maybe they're not important enough
to the authorities.

- They are to me.
- Yeah, and to me.

My name's Georgie, I'm a medic with
the British Army outreach clinic.

We're doing inoculations.

So bring any children under the age
of ten, there you go.

And we've got medicine as well
for the older girls.

Pregnant girls,
girls who might need our help.

Do you get the feeling
they are being watched,

so they can't say anything?

Something's spooked them. Come on.

Excuse me, we're...
We're offering inoculations.

They're too afraid to speak to us,
aren't they?

Wouldn't you be?

Probably.

Boss. I'm getting the feeling
we've got eyes on us.

Have you seen anything?

No, but I get the feeling they have.

There's something properly weird
about round here.

I was expecting to see a pile of corpses.

- I'm pleasantly surprised.
- Stop at the estate agents, Fingers,

get yourself a little crib round here.

They got an estate agents?

Get in before the property boom
takes off.

Liverpool will still be cheaper than
round here, Brains.

You have drugs for sickness?

For pregnant sickness?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Where's the girl? Could you bring
her to the clinic?

I just need safe drugs for her sickness.

We have got safe drugs.

She knows where they are.

You don't know that, Lane.

Are gut instincts not
allowed in the Army?

No.

I don't believe that
you'd think like that.

Look, this woman knows where those
girls are.

There was a moment of eye contact,
she was desperate.

- On gut instinct?
- Yeah.

Her gut instincts are
not to be sniffed at.

I should know, I shared a dorm with her.

Shut up, Richards.

We should at least go back and try
and find this woman.

They want medicine, they come to the
outreach project. End of.

We need to go and look for that woman.

- Are you questioning authority now?
- Yeah, I am.

Hey, bro.

I'm sorry about being a bit of a twat.

Ah.

Juicy Fruit.

OK, first priority, let's get the
children in for their inoculations.

I'll get their details, medical
history...

No, no, no, task someone else with that.

Richards, I need you to take all the
details of each child inoculated.

I need Adewole outside
dealing with people

with other medical conditions.

Is that clear? Right, let's get this
place sorted. On there.

You actually think you could win?

Yes. Going to beat you with the
biggest goal.

Oh! Right, go on, over there. I'm
going to go and speak to my captain,

I'll be back in one minute. OK.
It's on. It's on, boys.

Ahem.

Boss.

Boss. What do you reckon?

What?

Troops versus locals.

Good PR exercise, boss, show 'em we care.

May I remind you that you are on
duty, Fingers,

you massive cockwomble.

Thank you, sir, you haven't called
me that in a very long time.

- Must be love, Fingers.
- Come on.

Focus up, guys.

Decent. Banging.

OK. Do you mind just rolling her
sleeve up there for me,

just holding it up?

Perfect, thank you.

- Are you going to be a brave girl?
- How old is she?

Very, very quick.

There you go.

All done. All done.

Just hold that there for me.

Perfect, thank you.

Good girl!

You're brave, you're very, very brave.

Why have I got to be in goal?

It's always where we put
the two-bob tossers.

- No offence.
- None taken.

Easy. Hey!

Could have had my eye out, that!

Come on, Rab, sort it out.

Look, we are not losing to this lot.

We invented football.

- Did we?
- Yeah, of course we did.

Bobby Moore?

Let's do this. Let's play ball.

Ooh!

It's all right, lads, you relax.

I'll do all the hard work.

It's heart and minds, Lane.

Come on, then, boys, let's go.

There's some of the children that
could not make it into the clinic.

I'll send one of the NGOs to collect
them.

Well, why don't we just go?

Without the others.

But we can't go alone.

All right, on me.

- Get out my way.
- I don't know what I'm doing.

Ow! Where's the defence?

Boss, I need to go and pick a couple
of infants up who couldn't get in.

- Orphans.
- What are you talking about?

Well, we'll only be five minutes.

Can't the NGOs pick them up?

No, because they need to triage
before bringing them back.

OK.

Kingy, Rab.

Escorting Lane to pick up some infants.

- Thanks, boss.
- Rab.

Come on, 2 Section!

All the way! All the way, all the way!

Before we pick the kids up,

why don't we have a quick scout
around the town for that woman?

She won't be there.

We don't know.

And you don't know that
she will be there.

If we don't look, we'll
never know, will we?

Yeah, and if we don't go

and look we won't be getting
ourselves into any bother.

We're not going to get
ourselves into any bother,

- we're trying to help.
- I can't believe all of a sudden,

- I'm the grown-up.
- Yeah, exactly.

- What?!
- We'll go to the town,

look for the woman and we'll be straight
back to pick the kids up. Agreed?

Isn't that that tosser from the market?

Yeah, I think so.

Let's do this. Come on, 2 Section!

- Come on.
- Right, let's go!

Yes, yes, yes!

Ah!

Come on!

Kingy, there's an RTA up ahead!

Right, let's get eyes on,
see what's happened.

Help! Help!

Help!

All the way round!

Come on!

Move!

Adewole!

The abandoned vehicle was discovered
here.

Way off where they were supposed to be.

What is he supposed to have done?

- He's a medic!
- British Army is not a religion.

That's not like being Muslim.

Get the vest off, get the vest off!

Take cover!

Take cover!

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com