... mind to anything, you'd smash it.
- You could be a lawyer, Prime Minister even. - In the UK?
Maya, where is she? Where's Tara?
- She's gone. - Gone?
She wants to go to UK.
Aaban Omar is our most wanted.
Tell them...
- ... there was no other way. - You told them we were coming?
I shouldn't have trusted him. I'm a bloody idiot.
Loving each other was never the problem, Elvis.
It can't work.
The support helicopters have had a no-fly
due to a sandstorm two miles east.
How are we going to get out?
Two Section on me. We need to set up a defensive perimeter!
Fingers, left of compound. Monk, right of compound.
Brains, Sangar!
Maisie, get some repurposed ammo!
Boss! Boss!
Boss!
We're sitting ducks here.
One at a time into the irrigation ditch.
Half a mile east is a farmhouse.
Good to go.
- Spanner, on your toes. - Boss.
- Richards. - What is this, like SAS selection?
No, this is like, I need a driver. Move.
Peanut.
Tourniquet all bleeds, administer pain relief and prioritise, yeah?
Yeah.
- Rab, how you doing? - I'm fine.
You've been shot, so your adrenaline will be all over the place.
- You need to rest up. - He only got shot in the arm, medic.
Like any of yous have ever been shot!
- That's a good thing, Rab. - It's what makes us better soldiers than you.
Let me know if anything changes, yeah?
After Azizi switching sides, I don't trust any of them.
We could have blue on blue at any time, boys. Let's stay on it, yeah?
Fingers, Monk, let's get a canvas set up for a temporary morgue
- for the fatalities, please. - On it.
- You taking up the rear again? - Checking out your arse, mate.
Get a move on.
I'd hate to be an alligator. Imagine doing this all day long.
- Don't laugh, Peanut. - Don't take orders from him, Peanut.
We're in the Army. Taking orders is what we do.
Farmhouse, 400 metres.
Twelve o'clock.
As-salamu 'alaykum.
Sweeties?
As-salamu 'alaykum.
Wa alaykum s-salam.
As-salamu 'alaykum.
Morning.
Sorry, guys, I don't know any Pashto.
Then just smile.
We come in peace.
Zama num Elvis de.
We would like to negotiate the purchase of your vehicle.
The truck.
Hm?
Richards, while I'm negotiating,
- make sure that truck's going to get us to Kabul. - Boss.
Medic, cavalry's here.
Hey, Monk, on me.
You're doing a great job here, medic.
They're in your good hands.
Extraction Plan B.
Really?
- In this? - Yeah.
There's no Plan C. We need to move.
Right, I need a medical area for the injured.
We can only take the ones with a reasonable chance of making it.
- It's going to be a long journey. - I'm not leaving anyone, Elvis.
Either they all go or I stay.
- ANA can decide who they take or leave. - No, it's not happening.
I need to be caring for every single one of these guys, all right?
They've been fighting alongside us.
Personally, I wouldn't be treating some of these arseholes
- the way you are. - Yeah, well,
I'll be showing courageous restraint.
Malik, I need two units of fluid, please.
Back on it, boss.
- Nice work, Richards. - Thanks, boss.
- Any weapons we can't take we need to destroy. - Roger that.
Kingy, how we getting on?
Well, it's not going to be spotless, to be fair,
but, yeah, slightly more hygienic
now we've got the cement dust out, boss.
- Richards is going to be driving. - Roger that.
- This ain't going to be easy, boys. - The ANA want to know whether
they fly white flags in order to get us a safe passage out of here.
One thing certain to bring on an attack!
It should make it to Kabul so long as it's downhill.
Stay on comms. Brief the ANA we will not initiate contact.
Only engage on my word.
Let's hope us sodding off will be enough for them.
- It'll have to do, Lane. - OK.
Right, I need all medical supplies in the back with me.
I need as many drips and morphine as we've got, OK?
- Yes. - Good.
Rab, I need you to relax until we're setting off, yeah?
Mate, he's useless at the best of times.
I'm fine. In and out nick on my arm.
I'm just a bit buzzing waiting to tell everyone I've been shot.
It's like the best thing that's ever happened to him, Georgie.
Right, Rab, upfront.
Everyone else in the makeshift beds at the back.
Dyno, you're with me in here.
Anyone who's had medical treatment in the back as well.
Fingers!
I was covering the guys, Kingy.
If you can hit them from here, you are good.
Cease fire!
That's Kingy speak for save your bullets, Fingers.
Here with no ammo is going to be proper squeaky arse time.
_
I would've put my life on him, Lane.
Well, luckily, you didn't.
This gearbox is bollocksed. I'll just keep it in second.
Argh!
Keep the vehicle steady, Richards!
- You've got one job to do! - Sorry, medic.
We'll get you to a hospital. Just hang in there for me.
Boss.
Looks like we're getting an escort.
- Boss, seriously, let's take them now. - Shut it, Fingers.
We don't even know if they're Taliban or just regular civvies.
- Right, guys, how much longer? - All of us, one each, bosh.
- Problem solved. - Or maybe beehive stirred.
Keep driving steadily. Keep a constant speed.
Copy that.
They're heading east.
Bogey men on bikes gone, boss.
Boss, short cut's to the main road.
They didn't know the helicopters were going to be grounded
so they can't have had nothing planned.
Inside The Mind Of A Terrorist, by Maisie Richards!
- I'm ignoring that, wanker. - Charm school Bants.
So anything they pull has got to be between here and the main road.
Boss.
- What is it, Elvis? - Cause for concern.
Two civilians, my ten o'clock.
This country, I hate it.
And they hate us.
- How's he doing? - Cause for concern.
You all right?
- Yeah, don't worry about me. - How could I not?
I'll never stop worrying about you.
All gone very eerie here.
Anyone seen High Noon?
Abandoned moped, my one o'clock. It don't feel right.
Elvis, what do we think about this goat truck?
Let him go.
You don't own our roads!
Bit rude.
That poor sod.
That could have been us, guys.
One fatality, boss. Truck driver.
Elvis, thoughts?
Call it in and leave it to the local police. Lane, on me.
Fingers, call it in!
Right, guys, we're extremely vulnerable here.
We need to get back on the truck ASAP. Move!
- What shall we do about the goats? - Why, you hungry, babe?
And we thought we'd had a traumatic day!
- Anybody had goat's head soup? - Guys, move, now!
Hello, Zero, this is Zero Alpha...
What?
I could take him now.
Even fast asleep, I still reckon he'd do you.
Well, I could beat him at badminton, then.
- Do I make you laugh, Maise? - Constantly.
If you're going to sleep,
you're not putting your head on my shoulder, you wanker.
Rab!
Rab, what are you doing?!
Medic!
Something's fucking happening to him! Do something, Georgie!
All right, Rab? Rab, can you hear me?
Take the helmet off for me.
Rab, can you hear me?
Rab?!
Right, cut the chest open as well for me.
Rab?
Take everything off him. Rab!
You're going to be OK. Just keep breathing for me, OK?
Right, it can't be his arm. What the hell's happening?
Please make him all right, Georgie. Please.
Oh, God. Not good. That's not good.
I think the tiniest bit of shrapnel from the bullet
has gone through his body armour into his lungs.
I need to relieve the pressure so he can breathe properly.
- Have you done this before? - No.
There you go.
He's breathing normally.
- Yeah? - Yeah. He's coming down.
- How's he doing? - Better.
Is he going to be all right?
I'll stabilise him, but he needs a specialist as soon as possible.
Is he going to be OK, Georgie?
- Are you sure? - Keep calm. Keep calm, Richards.
I must have missed it. I thought it was a bullet wound
through and through. I couldn't see anything.
You just saved his life.
Right, guys, back on the truck. Let's move!
We need to get him medevac'd.
- Any news on the sandstorm? - No.
There's a decent medical facility back at the barracks.
Let's keep him alive until then.
You've worked miracles here, Georgie.
Just letting you know that I love you.
I know you do.
Kabul, here we come!
Second gear never let me down.
Small entry wound under left arm caused, I believe, by shrapnel,
resulting in tension pneumothorax,
which I've aspirated and now he's stable.
Vital signs: BP, 110 over 65, pulse 110.
Flesh wound right deltoid, dressed.
Come on, Rab.
Really top marks, medic.
He never mentioned his chest.
He just kept banging on about his arm.
He's a wanker.
Hey, he's going to be all right.
Promise?
Yeah.
We got them back here.
- We got them back here. - Yeah.
We got back here, guys...
... and I couldn't be more proud.
You've conducted yourselves with dignity and heroism.
Once we get clearance, we're out of here,
never to darken Afghanistan's doorstep again.
Never again.
Now, double away and start to look like Her Majesty's soldiers.
Boss.
Right guys, move.
- The water's running out yellow! - That'll be the sand and dust.
Or you're pissing!
Took me about a month to get Afghan out of my hair last time.
I've got some proper dust bogies up me schnozz.
I'll need a spoon to prize these buggers out!
Remind me again, Monk, why haven't you got a girlfriend.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shots fired!
What do you mean you can't believe you got shot? I can.
- You all right? - I've brought some grapes for Rab.
- Grapes? - Imaginary, obviously.
Obviously.
Thanks.
By way of a thank you for saving Wanker.
Touched. Thanks.
Is he well enough for visitors?
I'm not dead. I can hear you. Unfortunately!
He'll be all right.
He'll be on the first available flight back to the UK.
- Will you go with him? - No. They don't need me.
There'll be doctors on board. Plus I'll be heading back to Nepal.
I'll be back in a minute.
Hey.
Did I just hear you say you're going back to Nepal?
Yeah.
- Yeah, I've got a job to finish. - Right.
You're not...
You're not going to see what's his name, are you?
No.
No, I'm going back to build prefabs.
Good.
Really good.
- I'd give it all up for you, you know. - Elvis!
What?!
Honestly, what is it? I don't get it.
- How could I ever trust you? - Because you can.
Yeah?
Listen to me, I've changed.
OK? I have. I know I have.
Giving everything up for you is the only way I know how to prove...
Elvis...
I don't want you to give everything up for me.
- No? - No.
I could do training.
Work in SAS selection in Hereford.
And stay at home with the babies while I go on tour?
Are we having babies now?
Medic!
Couldn't she have brought me some imaginary chocolate?
- It's fattening. - What are you talking about?
- It's fattening. - On this bod?
- Oh, my God. - Beach bod.
How are you feeling, Rab? You feeling better?
Brilliant. More morphine, please.
No, you've had too much already.
Brains.
Brains!
What's the Wi-Fi password?
Capital K...
a-b-u-l...
two-three-nine-one-two...
lower case c.
I was going to say relax, guys,
but you already got the memo by the looks.
What's happening, Kingy?
Looks like we're going to be chilling here a bit longer.
Sandstorm still fucking with us?
You should be a weatherman, Richards.
Weather person, you dinosaur.
- How's Kalil? - Ooh!
Yeah, how is Rab?
What you asking me for? I don't even care.
Who's overdone it on the deodorant?
It was one quick spray.
Bollocks! One quick spray, my arse!
It smells great.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Not the taxman is it, Maisie?
It's Tara.
Oh, my God, she's in Pakistan.
- Georgie. - What is it, Richards?
I've got a video message from Tara.
It's a couple of days old by the looks.
I got to New Delhi on a bus,
then I had to get a train to Quetta.
- What can we do? - Well, there's nothing we can do, is there?
She was getting in a car to travel to the Pakistan-Iran border.
What about her phone? Have you tried calling it back?
- Of course. I'm trying again. - OK.
Hello.
Tara?
Tara, can you please listen to me?
Right, we need you to get to the nearest police station.
Can you do that for me?
It's fine. I am fine.
They can get us across the border.
- What border? - I got to get to UK.
She's turned the phone off.
Captain Khan says one tried and tested trafficking route
is for people to try and blend in with Shia pilgrims
on their way to Iran.
Depending on how much she's paid her smugglers,
they may arrange transport to Tehran.
Is that what normally happens?
Well, if you know this, why don't we do something about it?
Richards, why would the Afghan military be able to intervene
with refugees on the Pakistan-Iran border?
Well, why wouldn't they, sir?
From Tehran, what happens then?
They will most likely try and progress on to the Turkish border.
What happens if she gets into Turkey, then?
It's that fucking sea crossing. I've seen it on the news.
Hundreds of them clinging on to a dingy.
All the stuff the Army can do,
we fly off and sort shit out all over the world,
but we can't go in and save that little girl.
There are a million Taras.
That's why the Army say don't get involved.
Yeah, but we do get involved, don't we? That's the point.
- Do you keep trying her phone? - Um, yes!
Do you reckon he's coming back for that?
Do we have internal plans of the target building? Requested.
Market stalls,
zone alpha and bravo.
What is it, an old factory?
It's now a Taliban hideout and munitions distribution facility.
Well, well, well.
I know.
- You know what? - You've located Omar.
- Right, and how do you know that? - Because I know who you are.
You look excited.
Alive.
You could never give this up.
I can change though.
Maybe I don't want you to change.
There's moments, aren't there?
Of clarity...
when you feel like you understand everything.
Yeah, normally the third to fourth pint, then everything goes to shit.
Come here. Listen to me.
I'm being all sincere here, OK?
Yeah.
I'm trying to tell you that I don't want a life without you in it.
Do you remember when we were going to get married, hm?
- Yeah. - Do you remember that?
- Yes. - Yes?
OK, well, the night before, Mum came in my room,
she sat on my bed and she said...
"Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with Elvis?"
OK?
And I said to her...
"I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with him."
Thank you.
That was then.
You don't feel the same now?
Yeah.
I know that I'm never going to get rid of you.
It's probably not the most romantic thing you've ever said.
It probably is, actually.
Come here.
- Never let me down again. - I never will.
Tomorrow we go and get Omar, but tonight...
Please...
don't say anything sincere.
Come here.
Wipe the smile off your face.
I can't help it. I am a bit fucking happy.
- Bye. - Bye.
You skiving wanker.
How am I skiving? I nearly died back there.
No imaginary grapes?
We're going on a mission to catch Omar.
- You're missing out on all the fun and games. - I'll see you back in the UK.
Not if I see you first.
That is the oldest, shittest joke in the book.
And I still don't know what it means.
Take care, Maise, and don't die or I'll kill you.
Don't worry about me, I'm indestructible.
Special Forces have located the target to a dwelling in Kabul.
The objective of this mission is to capture the Taliban commander
Aaban Omar.
We will secure the surrounding area with Afghan forces.
Two Section will then launch a diversionary attack on the front
of the building whilst Special Forces fast-rope down onto the roof.
We will then clear the building. Understood?
Boss.
That's our target, guys.
Omar.
Are you OK, boss?
Ours is not to reason why.
Chain of command.
You've got to believe in that, boss.
- You all set? - Yeah.
What good has it done really?
Us in Afghan.
- Right, come on, then, boss. Let's crack on. - It's a fucking waste.
It's not our money.
Money, lives...
What for?
- Trucks assess, so let's... - We can't even bullshit ourselves
and say it's in a better state than we found it, can we?
With all due respect, sir, we've all lost friends here.
Me, I don't want to think they might have died for nothing.
Sir.
_
There's going to be one gutted engineer out in Nepal.
And there'll be one gutted squaddie if she doesn't learn to button it.
_
I don't care much for abroad.
- What? - I wouldn't bother with abroad, me.
- Just England, yeah? - Just London, in fact.
- What's the matter with Liverpool? - Or Manchester?
Jinx!
- Or Colchester? - Or Bath?
In fact, not even all of London. I only really like East London.
What's the matter with North London?
Nah, only really Stratford. E15.
I don't even like those that live on Chamberland Road.
You only like the people in your house, don't you, Monk?
Don't even get along with them half the time.
Alpha and Bravo fire team on the ground, await instruction.
Back up support to Afghan fire team
attacking the front and rear of the building,
once they gain access, we go in, fast-rope down and clear the area.
- Understood?! - Boss.
Boss.
Omar is in the target building ahead.
We wait here until we get word Special Forces are in position.
Delta fire team are at the rear ready to attack.
Once that gets started, ANA Alpha fire team
attack the front of the target building.
We are then ready to support and clear the building.
- Understood? - Boss.
Afghan truck under attack! Contact. Wait out!
Kingy, Monk, give covering fire!
Richards, Fingers, peel right. Brains, peel left.
- Medics, stay with me. Is that understood? - Boss!
- Has anybody got eyes on the enemy?! - Not seen!
Fingers, Monk, push forward! Clear ANA vehicle!
Brains, push north! Get covering fire!
Kingy, get Lane to the casualties in the ANA vehicle!
Richards, on me!
Boss, clear!
Richards, clear the building!
Clear!
Two shooters right of compound!
First floor, left window, second floor, left window!
Let's go, Lane.
Three, two, one.
Push right!
Push on under cover!
Move! Out! Move!
Hello, Zero, this is Foxtrot One Five. Wait, out!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Put pressure on there.
Fingers, request air support!
Contact within target building!
Hello, Zero, this is Zero Alpha. Contact in target building.
Requesting air support right now!
- They're being attacked! - That's Plan A out the window, then.
- Phase two, boss. - Initiate phase two.
Target building, 35 metres!
Engage at will!
Hello, Zero Alpha, this is Bravo Two Zero, over.
Zero Alpha, are you approaching from the west, over?
Bravo Two Zero. Roger. Over.
Lane, gunshot wound to the stomach.
Approximately nine dead. I'm just going to go double check.
Hello, Zero, this is Five One Five. Message, over.
Send, over.
Five One Five. We have approximately nine fatalities,
three Cat As, two Cat Bs, urgent evacuation required.
Nine Line to follow. Wait, out.
_
Vehicle clear! Multiple casualties!
Bravo to Charlie Five. Be prepared to clear target building!
Breach!
- Clear! - Move!
One, two, three.
Call sign black.
On me, ten meters, 12 o'clock.
Where's Omar?!
He says Omar's not here.
Kingy, clear insurgent!
- Lift. - Lift!
Lower your weapon.
Lower your weapon!
Has anyone got eyes on Omar?
- Not seen. - Not seen, boss.
All call signs, roof top clear. Cease fire.
All stations, this is Zero Alpha. Building clear.
Suspected IED on rooftop.
Elvis!
Brains, enter through left of courtyard! Fingers, front entrance!
Please don't leave me!
Don't leave!
I can't talk about it, boss.
What am I going to do without him?
Why... ?
One last mission. Fuck, one last mission.
Hello.
Tara?
- Tara, where are you? - It's OK. I have a space on the boat.
But I have to give them my phone.
Tara, whatever you do, do not get on that boat.
All right?
She put the phone down.
Relax. Relax, guys.
We're dividing into two units, one heading straight back to the UK,
the other finishing off the prefabs in Nepal.
Nepal team: Captain James, Fingers, Brains.
UK guys: Georgie, Maisie, Monk and myself.
We request we stay as one unit, boss.
Well, someone has to go back to Nepal and supervise,
square away the kit.
We all go, sir.
We've discussed it...
and to a man we all want to go and finish the job we set out to do...
boss.
- Take your time. - Why are you starting now?
How about you carry your little one and shush?
- All right, boss? - Down over here, please, guys.
- I was just... - I know.
I heard over the radio.
I thought I'd bring them up to you.
I'm sorry, Milan.
You've got nothing to be sorry about.
It's all such a fucking mess.
There was nothing you could do, Georgie.
- He died in my arms. - I know, I know.
Thanks. Thank you.
I just want to see her come running around the corner.
Get some water down you.
- If she's dead... - We don't know that.
I feel...
- it's a bit my fault. - It's not.
At all.
- I always fuck things up. - No, you don't.
You are a bloody good soldier, right?
And do you know what?
I am so proud to have you as my mentee.
I can't begin to explain.
_
I know you said if I ever buy the farm on a mission,
I mustn't leave my death letter to you.
Well, I am, so get over it.
Thing is, George, there is no-one else.
And yeah, yeah, maybe I didn't always let you know that,
so I'm letting you know now.
I mean, gutted as I am about dying and all that, I hope it was quick.
At the end of the day, I have loved.
Properly.
Fully.
And how lucky was I that it was with you?
I was about to write about all the rainbows and sunsets
rolled into one, but I could just imagine your face
doing your fingers down your throat pretending to vomit thing.
So I'll just say, remember me.
Remember that guy way back when and maybe, just maybe...
... if anything good ever happens, think that it could just be me
having a word with God, sorting it for you.
_
Hello?
Maisie?
They say I can come home.
We can get you home, Tara. We'll get you home.
Stay there. Stay there.
_
- What's that? - Lime chocolates. Don't pretend you don't love 'em!
Where from?
The pound shop.
- No expense spared, then. - Nothing spared.
Everything's going to be all right from now on in, OK?
Look at me, Georgie.
Everything's going to be OK because I've got you home.
Yeah?
Come here.
I've got you.
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