Doctor Bahil is adamant
she wants to travel into the Kowt-e 'Ashro region tomorrow.
She's gone! They've got her.
My death will be justified.
Omar was luring British soldiers in to that building to kill them.
I don't mind what you're telling people, right.
What do I tell people?
I thought you said your mum was a teacher?
If she's not a midwife, you need to say.
Dr Bahil rescued alive.
Fingers, get in!
Omar captured.
- Want me to do the honours, boss? - It ain't happening.
Fingers has been hit. Man down! Man down! Fingers.
Fingers. 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. - I've stalled it!
Shit! Hey, get in the back.
- Oscar to Zero, come in, please. - Eyes on rear. Move, move.
- Monk, give Throbber a hand. - Colour.
Look at me. I need you to be Mr Calm, OK?
Yo! Wait!
Come on, Throbber! Grab my hand!
Look, I've got you! Come on.
Prof, keep going please.
Oscar to Zero. Do you read? Over.
You've got this, Fingers! You've got this, bro.
Get this off him.
- Oscar to Zero, do you read, please? - Am I bleeding out?
No! No. Bleeding nuisance.
- Calm down. - It's all right. You're fine, aren't you, Fingers, hey?
Oh, jeez.
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've got to do.
Eyes on. Rear, Throbber.
Rear!
Prof, how are we doing with that MERT?
- I can't get through. There's no signal. - Well, you keep trying.
Oscar to Zero, do you read? Come in.
Press that in really hard, yeah.
Should we morphine him?
Not with a possible chest injury. No.
Oscar to Zero. Do you read please?
How's he doing, Sergeant Lane?
- He's all right. He's fine. Tell him. - Fine, mate.
I'm gonna make that plane in the morning! Don't worry about that.
- How long by road, Colour? - 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.
OK, but there'll be bandits in these hills, Colour.
Come on. Let's focus.
Yo, Monk.
4x4 in the distance...
... and a moped.
Any sign of weapons?
They're gaining on us!
- Shit. - 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?
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.
- Don't sugar coat this. - Hey! Listen...
I'm getting you home.
- Prof. - Pulse 30.
I can't get through!
Fingers, nice and slow breaths.
What the hell is this, Kingy?
- Bollocks. - What's happened? Why have we stopped?
Farm vehicles blocking both roads.
- Oscar to Zero, do you read, please? - They've got weapons!
- Oscar to zero. - Boss?
- Emergency medical assistance required. - Boss, we're trapped.
- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
Let's ram our way through?
They could be IED-ed.
And there's that little matter of a rocket launcher
- at our rear. - Is it on?
- Yeah. - Right. I need to get him up.
We need to check for exit wounds.
No, no! Fingers! Fingers! Fingers,
I need you awake, all right? I need you in the Wide Awake Club.
Let's get this off. Let's get this off.
- Shit, Georgie! - Oi, Oi.
Prof we need that MERT now.
Oscar to Zero, do you read, PLEASE?
We need emergency medical assistance.
Boss. They've got reinforcements coming!
Nice and tight.
Two more seconds, Fingers.
It's the bloody SF.
Watch his head. Watch his head.
Incoming!
You took your time, Spanner.
What do you think? Taliban?
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.
This is a bit...
It's not good, Georgie.
Right! Two Section, on me.
Monk. On me!
All set, boss!
All right, Two Section, on me! On me!
Hello, Zero, this is Oscar. Radio check, over.
I need to speak to Marie.
Yeah, well, we'll think about that when we're back in 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.
You ready?
Marie.
How're you doing?
I've, er...
... got myself into a spot of bother, babe.
Might have to have our honeymoon at the QE in Birmingham.
Love you.
I'm sorry.
I've got them! I've got through!
Cover me.
Coming through!
Prof, what the hell are you doing?
Contact with the Brits. UK comms room.
- 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.
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 he's...
His pulse is weak.
Yeah, and he's struggling to breathe.
I feel like I'm losing him.
- Describe his breathing, Georgie. - One second.
- 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.
- Jesus! - Hey, listen, Mimi!
Bullets can't get through this vehicle, OK?
Carry on, carry on. Concentrate.
Georgie's talking to Antonio now.
11 o'clock. Two hostiles.
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. - Antonio?
I'm here.
Second rib to the mid-clavicular line.
- Roger? - Roger.
You need a steady hand for this, Georgie, OK? 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.
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 can 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.
No way we're giving them Omar.
We're not in a strong bargaining position here.
Let's move. Monk.
I 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.
Let's hope he's still alive.
Talk to me, Lane.
So I'm going to insert the needle, sir.
At a 90 degree angle,
in the space between the second and the third rib.
In one motion, Georgie, OK?
And you've got to push it in hard.
OK, Roger that. Inserting the needle now.
Hard, Georgie.
Yes!
- What's happening, Georgie? - He's breathing. He's breathing.
OK. Remove the needle and leave the IV cannula sheet inside
- and tell me how his breathing is. - It's less shallow.
- Pulse returning to normal. - Stop worrying me, you bellend.
Prep IV. I need him on that MERT, sir.
Out you come, Sugar Tits.
We'll meet again.
Come on.
We need to evacuate our injured comrade.
Move your vehicles, let us through...
... and we'll give you Omar back.
What is he playing at?
Right, lads, load up.
- Let's move. - In to the vehicles now.
Span out, Mimi. On his face.
On three. One, two...
Let's bandage. Keep breathing, Fingers.
We need to make room, OK?
Georgie.
Thank you. Thank you, Georgie Lane.
- I'm sorry. - Eh.
Shut it...
... you big Doris.
Listen!
I'm getting you home.
OK.
OK. You have arrived at your destination.
Zero. 3 minutes to RV point.
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.
We can't do that. We need to keep him level.
We can all just carry the stretcher together
and keep it steady as possible.
We're getting him back alive, Prof.
Too fucking right, we are.
Right that's it. Everybody out. We're on foot.
Right. Put him down. Watch his head. Watch his head. Watch his head.
Watch his head! Right, keep it still. One, two, three.
Right, Two Section. Move. On me.
Zero, I have eyes on Two Section.
Come on, you lot. Move!
- Shit! - Fuck's sake!
Fucking concentrate!
If you drop him. I will never forgive you.
Any of you.
Move in.
Mate, we're there now.
Don't you be going to sleep on my watch.
We're right there. We're going to make it! Come on, Fingers.
- Look, you're here now. - Let's get him in.
Move, team! Move, team.
You motherf...
Let me go! Get off me! Let me go!
Calm yourself! Calm down.
- Get on the chopper now. Get on. - All right.
Air to the chest, no exit wound.
Pulse is very erratic. He's conscious. He's breathing.
We need blood.
Medic, you keep my boy alive.
- You've got this medic! - We've got to go.
Hold on! Hold on!
We've got three of our guys still coming.
You're gonna be all right. OK? Keep focused.
We've got to move, guys!
We're not going anywhere yet.
Colour! Eyes on.
Where the hell, are they?
No-one there yet.
- Get him up. - Come on.
I've been carrying you since selection, boy!
Don't you die on me now.
Wait!
Eyes on. Eyes on.
Can you hear me, Fingers? It's gonna be all right. All right?
Blue! Blue! Get in.
Got this.
- 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.
You're all right, Fingers.
We've got you now, yeah? You're here.
You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be fine.
We've got you.
Go on. 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. OK?
He's in good hands.
Thank you.
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 in to 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 £2 million 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."
Look after yourself, you Welsh tart.
See ya.
You all right? What's happening?
Oh, 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 for Mrs Aarush?
Mother and baby doing well, I hear.
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...
He's in the best possible hands.
Thank you.
How far is it to the moon and back, do you reckon?
I'm just saying, you know, because 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.
I wish I'd listened in school.
My biology teacher, yeah, told me
that when you have sex,
the bollock yoghurt
comes out of the right testicle
whereas if you do it yourself,
it comes out of the left.
One of yours must come back looking like a raisin
- and the other one a melon! - Boy, I'm telling you,
I tested it every 20 minutes.
Is 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, gal!
Yeah, well, her mum does that stuff for a living so it's...
It's kind of like cheating, innit, Mimi?
Hey! Here he is.
The man that saved Special Forces.
All right. OK.
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.
Here you are, Prof.
We struggled to access the injury the bullet caused.
He'll need more surgery in the next 24 hours.
Again?
We've achieved haemostasis but it's only a temporary solution, Georgie.
One thing's for sure, though:
he's a fighter.
Come on. Go get some rest, OK?
There's nothing more you can do here.
I'm going nowhere.
Georgie?
- You all right? - Yeah.
- 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?
Er, it's goat's cheese. We do get it in Manchester, you know.
- Do we? - Maybe not in Stockport.
We've just got brown bread.
What's going on? What's going on?
Antonio? Antonio? What's going on?
Fingers? Fingers?
- He's VF. We need to shock him. - Fingers? Oh, shit!
- Oh, no, no, no! Fingers! - Charging, 200 joules. 200J.
Everybody clear.
- Start compressions. - Fingers!
- You don't need to see this, all right? - 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.
All right, I've got this.
Come on, Fingers.
How can it take this long?
Get the adrenaline, please.
Time of death, 8.49.
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 do it in his honour.
If any of you guys need to talk,
my office door will be open 24/7.
I just want to 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.
You OK, Georgie?
I just... need to sort everything.
Georgie, we can do that later.
- Yeah, we can help, Georgie. - I CAN do this.
Hi, Pa. It's me.
Yeah. I just thought I'd touch base, say hello.
Oh, OK.
Yeah, no...
Of course.
Yeah. OK. Erm...
I'm sorry. Just...
... say hi to everyone for me, then.
OK, bye.
Come in.
All set, boss.
Wondered if it might be one of the guys.
No. 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, well, we have, sir.
And we carry on because...
... there's no option.
Look. You've given them an opportunity to talk
but keep them busy.
They're counting on you to take charge.
Up.
I could come in with you.
It's something that I'm better doing by myself, Kingy.
- Have you? - Yeah.
And, erm...
- thank you... for... - Everything?
Well, I was gonna say driving me home but, yeah.
For everything.
Hiya, Mum.
- Thank you. - You all right, Grace?
Come on. Let's get you inside, yeah?
Yo, is that Omar?
Put me on guard duty.
One night in his cell...
What time is the funeral?
3pm.
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.
OK, let's go.
Sir.
Hiya, Prof. I, er...
I knew your phone was gonna be off. I just wanted to, er...
... borrow some of your wisdom.
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, Mum.
She knows you're here for her.
We're both there for her.
Georgie, don't go back.
I couldn't bear it if I lost you too.
Mum...
... you're not gonna lose me.
But I am going back.
Mum...
I'm sorry.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Wait.
Are you sure on now?
I need to hear it again.
OK.
Marie.
How you doing?
I've, er...
... got myself into a spot of bother, babe.
We might have to have our honeymoon at the QE in Birmingham.
I've got so much I need to tell you.
Tell you how you...
put my life in focus.
I didn't even know my life was out of focus
until you came along, Marie...
and sharpened me.
Oh, Marie.
I'm coming home.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
What happened after that, Georgie?
I need every detail.
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.
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. I know.
Please, just... make everything OK, Georgie,
like you used to do when we were kids.
Come here. Come here.
Everything's gonna be OK.
I promise.
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.
Fingers and I, we, erm,
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 Fingers' bed.
It was a present from Marie.
It's called The Fault in Our Stars.
"The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me,
because there was no longer anyone to remember with."
"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."
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. Move. - I'll see you in my office shortly.
I'll 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 was 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,
'cos 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 ten. - 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 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's always open, Monk.
- Hi. - Hey.
I used to come here every day after school.
Meet my mates.
Had my first bit of alcohol here.
My first snog.
Brendan bloody Lewis,
on this roundabout.
He told me about his mum's suicide.
So, out of sympathy,
I let him give me a love bite.
Anyway,
next day, went round to his, knocked on.
His mum answered the door.
Should have had it sussed out then, eh?
It's bullshit.
- What? - Everything, Kingy.
- Everything? - Mm.
Or are we just cursed?
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.
You know,
sometimes I wonder whether he's alive,
and all this is just a sign.
- I know it's crazy. - Mm.
Kingy, I didn't even check his fucking pulse.
- Oh, come on, Georgie, you didn't have to. - Oh, come on.
All right, say he wasn't dead when they took him.
You're looking at me like I'm mad.
You are... mad.
Look.
Why don't you stay here for a bit?
- Get that head right? - No. I'm going back to Afghan with you.
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 could do me the respect of listening. That's all.
OK.
Thank you. I'm fine.
I'm coming back with you.
I've got unfinished business.
? Go to sleep ?
? Little baby go to sleep. ?
Well, it ain't gonna happen with you warbling down the line at him.
- I'm soothing him, Doris. - Yeah, righto.
Tell him I love him.
He knows that.
And I love you too.
And I love you back.
Do you know what?
There are parts of my life that I choose not to tell everyone.
Right?
OK. I don't know what you're chatting about, by the way.
- I'm just being friendly. - OK.
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 want to talk about it because it's not important.
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.
They'll say whatever they think we want to hear.
Look. He'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.
How was it?
Yeah, we did him proud.
What, don't I get a hug, or am I a bit ripe post-flight?
I didn't want to say anything.
- You all right, Colour? - Hello.
- You all right? - Good to see you.
- How's your clicky knee? - Ah, er... 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 Fault in Our Stars?
Yeah, I got to the end. Just about.
Good.
Thank you for keeping in touch.
Always.
Come on, Cheese.
Cheese, this is Two Section.
- How do? - Guys,
we've got a new member for the duration of the rest of this tour.
Prof, can I charge you with settling him in?
Oh, yeah. You know me, Colour. Mother hen.
- Come on, Cheese. - All right, mate?
- Come on, Cheesy, lad. - I'm Throbber, yeah?
- All right, soldier? - All right, Georgie?
All right, Mimi?
The wanderer returns.
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 want to make sure you're ready to dive straight back in.
100%.
You're a good soldier.
It's been a difficult few days.
It hasn't been easy.
What's that saying?
God places the heaviest burden on those who can carry it.
Well...
... sometimes I can feel me knees buckling.
I hope you always know that I'm here...
... if you need me.
I know.
Thank you.
So you 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.
- Ta, mate. - 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.
Wish I had my protein shake this morning now.
I used to be able to bench nearly twice me body weight.
I can believe it.
Some guns you're packing there.
Yo.
I'm sorry about the other day.
A few more hours in Op Massive
and I reckon I'd be able to bench the whole bloody platoon.
Come in.
- You ready for me and my clicky knee? - Get in.
- Oh, you want me on your couch? - Go on, hop on.
It's all right?
- Yeah. - Put this underneath.
Thank you.
- Any discomfort? - Ooh!
Other than them cold hands?
I'll wear my Marigolds next time.
How's it been here?
It's hit everyone.
Mm. The enemy's been captured.
I mean, it's not the end
but at least, you know,
- I feel like it's... - What, some sort of closure?
Yeah, maybe.
What?
I think I may have inadvertently overhead 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 going to 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. - No.
- Georgie. No, Georgie. - No.
Medic. I need to hydrate!
Here you are.
I'll just grab me another bottle.
I'm 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?
Enter.
They just looked at me.
- It was so obvious. - What?
That they're complicit in this arrangement.
I mean the Brigadier certainly is.
Otherwise, he would have 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.
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 are 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 wellbeing.
We've all got 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 fiancé.
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...
- ... we need you to see the psych for evaluation. - Oh, my 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.
Tensions are running high, we've just lost one of our men.
- Watch where you're going, prick. - Crack us a smile son.
I'm so sick and tired of you British people.
Omar is trying to cut some deal with the Americans.
I think it's best you leave.
Your psych assessment has been arranged for this morning.
They think I've got PTSD, don't they?
Let's not rule anything out at this stage.
Heads up! Heads up!
All rooms are clear, bomb-making factory found.
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.
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