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This film contains some violent scenes, very strong language | 0:00:03 | 0:00:09 | |
and scenes which some viewers might find upsetting. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:15 | |
MUFFLED EXPLOSION | 0:00:50 | 0:00:51 | |
GRENADE EXPLODES | 0:00:53 | 0:00:55 | |
Man in the fucking water. | 0:00:55 | 0:00:56 | |
Man in the fucking water. | 0:00:56 | 0:00:57 | |
Shit. Stick to their own fucking side, man. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:12 | |
Cheeky fucking midgets. | 0:01:15 | 0:01:17 | |
Oi. Check your arcs, Rambo. | 0:01:17 | 0:01:20 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Mowgli! | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
I'm here trying to bring fucking peace and love to your shitty stone-age country. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
Is it too much to be able to enjoy a rinse without taking indirect fucking fire from you lot? | 0:01:25 | 0:01:29 | |
SPEAKS PASHTO | 0:01:29 | 0:01:33 | |
Let that be a lesson to ya. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:43 | |
Go on, fuck off now then. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:48 | |
Ever heard the one about not walking into a room | 0:01:48 | 0:01:50 | |
until you know how you're walking out of there, Tug? | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
We all miss our birds, mucker. No need to start grooming the local nippers. | 0:01:57 | 0:02:00 | |
Fuck off. | 0:02:00 | 0:02:02 | |
Grenade fishing - nearly catch of the fucking day, me. | 0:02:02 | 0:02:05 | |
Hey, no harm done. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:06 | |
SPEAKS PASHTO | 0:02:13 | 0:02:15 | |
Two, yeah? | 0:02:21 | 0:02:24 | |
SPEAKS PASHTO | 0:02:24 | 0:02:26 | |
First lesson my grandma taught me, Tug. Don't pick a fight with an armed midget. | 0:02:26 | 0:02:31 | |
We're a long way from home. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
What you talking about, you're from Huddersfield. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:35 | |
-Go on, mate. -Cheers. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:37 | |
Race you back up? | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
Ah, you're fully loaded, mate. Unfair fight. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR | 0:02:46 | 0:02:47 | |
OK, go! Now! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:43 | |
-Signals? -Yeah, mate. Cheers. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:56 | |
Come on, then, what's the news? Heard there was a heat wave back home. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
-Typical, innit? -Heat wave? Pissed it down, mate. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
Anyway, where's the FLET? | 0:04:07 | 0:04:10 | |
FLET? Hat! | 0:04:10 | 0:04:12 | |
It's all around you, mate. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:14 | |
Terry pokes his nose up here. We smash him back into his hole. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:18 | |
Bosh! | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
-Did you bring it? -In the back, pal. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:25 | |
My guide tells me something's coming. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:29 | |
They got a new field commander. Keep your eyes open. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:33 | |
Sure, John. Cheers. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
-Civvies here? -Yank security. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:37 | |
They look after the engineers working on the dam. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:39 | |
Talk about hearts and minds, | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
this joint would supply electricity to half of bloody Helmand, | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
if someone could work out how to turn it on. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
-So where have you been? -Ops room, Bastion. Sangin, then here. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
-Ah, Sangin. Proper tasty, right? -Telling me. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:54 | |
-Is this us? -Nah. OMLTs. | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
Teaching the ANA which end of a weapon's the noisy bit. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:02 | |
We're up top, mate. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:03 | |
-So what's it like up here? -Right, OK, fellas... | 0:05:05 | 0:05:07 | |
It's going on, that's what it is, mucker. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:10 | |
I quit the reg after Telic - zero contacts, mate. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:13 | |
I joined back when Herrick was on. Finally get a piece of the action. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
Rather be in the scrum than on a subs bench, do you know what I mean? | 0:05:16 | 0:05:20 | |
Not really. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:21 | |
Rugby's a real game, mate. Taliban should play it. Tough bastards. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:26 | |
I'm pretty sure Afghans don't play rugby. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
Here, look, look, look. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:30 | |
-Give us a lift up, pal? -Hop on, Tug. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
-Do one, Prosser! -Good for you, hat. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
Fucking dick swinger. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
Hop on, Mark! | 0:05:48 | 0:05:49 | |
-Did they come? -Dunno, look in here, Spud. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:11 | |
Sergeant McMellon. Signaller Jones. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
Shit the fucking bed! | 0:06:16 | 0:06:18 | |
I hope you know how to use a radio without batteries, Signaller Jones. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
For fuck's sake. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
-Right, welfare box. Who wants it? -Yeah, I'll have it, Pross. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
Any decent scoff though, we split it, yeah? | 0:06:25 | 0:06:27 | |
Prosser, stop twatting about and get that stuff up there! | 0:06:27 | 0:06:31 | |
Fusilier AL Barlow's got his porn re-sup. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
Fuck me, Ken, your mum looks hotter every month. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
Yeah, fucking hands off, mate. The rest? | 0:06:41 | 0:06:44 | |
Mark. Here you go, mate. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
Cheers, pal. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:49 | |
-Signals? -Oman, yeah. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:54 | |
-Jonesy. -Mark. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:55 | |
-How you doing, man? -Good, mate. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
-What the fuck's this? -You been up here before? -You dicks! | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
No, first time. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
-Aye, mortar boys, you can have that one. -Jay, you want to show him around, mate. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:06 | |
Well, we know where your basha is, Barlow. Keep an eye open, that's all I'm saying, mate. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:09 | |
Luke. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:11 | |
Luke, boat came in, mate. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:13 | |
Skin 'em up, will you. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:14 | |
-Prosser, catch you up there, pal. -Yeah, man. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:18 | |
Fuck it. Ten quid. Thanks, Aunt Pam, just what I fucking need out here(!) | 0:07:29 | 0:07:34 | |
New TACSAT's come in, Spud. I'll set it up. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
This is Athens. You've got 360 all-round defence. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
Down here you've got the GPMG 50 cal. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:48 | |
Clackers for the claymores. In here's the interpreter's place. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:51 | |
That's water, ablutions. You got burn pit, shit pit down beyond that. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:56 | |
Right, this needs to go over with the other stuff. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:59 | |
-Ken. -Oh, for fuck's sake, Spud, I did it yesterday. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
Thank you, Ken. Thank you, Prosser. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
-Come on, lads... -You're in here with the medic and the med store. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
-HQ, mortar pit. -Go on, then, fucking sign 'em out... | 0:08:08 | 0:08:12 | |
There's about 16 odd here at Athens. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:14 | |
Seven, eight, up at Normandy. That's it. Stay on marked tracks. Enjoy. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:18 | |
DISTANT EXPLOSION | 0:08:21 | 0:08:22 | |
Well, the clinical term is dick rot. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:29 | |
-Was it anyone nice? -Four, actually. All delightful. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
Bastard. Right, put it away. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:38 | |
You gotta be careful flashing it about this lot. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:41 | |
What is it? Long time on the hill. | 0:08:41 | 0:08:45 | |
Gungy mortars? The rumours are true, pal. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:47 | |
Not that they'd go near that rancid thing. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
Oh, yeah. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
From Nog Gorman. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
Happy birthday. | 0:08:55 | 0:08:58 | |
He says make sure you save 'em till the big day. When's that? | 0:08:58 | 0:09:00 | |
7th. Why, what are we now? | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
Unlucky, pal. 5th. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:04 | |
Fuck that. I'm not waiting two fucking days. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:08 | |
Oh. You taking heat up here? | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
Nah, I get more contact when my bird's on the rag. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
I mean, it were busy for a bit but Terry's pissed off back to Sangin. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:23 | |
We own all this high ground. Out of small-arms' range. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:27 | |
A few Chinese rockets, bit of boom, boom in the valley, but that's it. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:31 | |
Lucky, cos we're out of ammo. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:32 | |
Nah, boredom or ANA'll get you before Terry does. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
-Right. Jonesy, yeah? -Yeah. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:42 | |
Antibiotics, anti-inflammatories. Take one of each before each meal. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
Run the course. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:46 | |
Give the pin dick a bit of R&R, yeah? | 0:09:47 | 0:09:50 | |
HE BURPS | 0:10:05 | 0:10:06 | |
Stop staring at my arse, you throbber. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:17 | |
What's the fucking hurry, hat? | 0:10:19 | 0:10:21 | |
Aye up, lads, budgie express inbound. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:27 | |
Er, wind direction please, Private Harvey. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:30 | |
-I do know this guy, right? -Out of the west, Private Smith. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
Er, yeah. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:35 | |
OK, I'm, er... | 0:10:35 | 0:10:37 | |
I'm dead. I'm a man. I'm British. I've got a gay beard. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:42 | |
We think. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:43 | |
We think. I, er, killed a king and I'm not Guy Fawkes. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:48 | |
Who didn't kill anyone. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:51 | |
-For fuck's sake, Stu, mate. -Fucker! | 0:10:53 | 0:10:55 | |
It's like watching a retard trying to fuck a doorknob. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:58 | |
I thought you knew your fucking history. | 0:10:58 | 0:11:00 | |
Just fucking guess, will you, before I slit my fucking wrists. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:03 | |
-Am I anything to do with King Arthur? -No. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
You got three guesses and then it's five bines for mush. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
-This is a fucking stitch-up. -Ah, hey, rules is rules. Right, Stu? | 0:11:08 | 0:11:12 | |
"When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
"and the women come out to cut up what remains, | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
"just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains...?" | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
ALL ..and go to your God like a soldier. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
For fuck's sake! | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
What you doing putting this shit in your fucking head? | 0:11:24 | 0:11:27 | |
Well, it's a bit of perspective, innit? | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
Perspective on what? | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
What a dour-faced bastard Rudyard Kipling was? | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
You fucking pricks. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:36 | |
GENERAL CHEERS | 0:11:36 | 0:11:37 | |
It's Quasimodo and Worzel Gummidge. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
-It's all right... -What happened, Ken? | 0:11:40 | 0:11:41 | |
..you can get your own fucking shit tomorrow, OK? | 0:11:41 | 0:11:44 | |
Did you get the 350 chargers? | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
Uh, negative. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:51 | |
IMITATING PEARSON: For fuck's sake. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:53 | |
-Fuck off the two of youse. -Prosser's got another unit. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:56 | |
-All right, cock smokers? -Yeah. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:57 | |
Here, how come it's always you that gets the crap jobs, then, Ken? | 0:11:57 | 0:12:01 | |
-Ah, fuck off. -Crap hat, crap job. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
Eh, you can fuck off too, Cromwell. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
Faz. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:07 | |
-Am I Oliver Cromwell? -You're an idiot. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:10 | |
It doesn't count if someone fucking tells you, does it? | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
-Rules is rules, Smudge, yeah. Five bines. -You absolute knob. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:16 | |
Ma shot... | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
I swear to fuck, Smudge, see if you make me Jimmy fucking Krankie one more time... | 0:12:20 | 0:12:23 | |
SONG OVER RADIO | 0:12:23 | 0:12:25 | |
# I know where I'm going | 0:12:25 | 0:12:26 | |
# And I will stop at nothing just to get what I want | 0:12:29 | 0:12:35 | |
# It's the only way... # | 0:12:35 | 0:12:37 | |
Here, Smudge, watch this. Ready? | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
'Pressive. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
Ninja fingers, mate. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:55 | |
..weird. Mayo on sausage? You fucking weirdo, mate. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:07 | |
-It's sweet, mate. -Mate, sausage, cheese and mayo on a fucking sandwich. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
Swear to God, mate. Don't look at me like that, I'm telling you. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
Hurry up, man. I'm fucking starving. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
CHATTER OVER RADIO | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
ANIMAL CALLS | 0:13:45 | 0:13:46 | |
There's a lot of fucking about down there, mush. | 0:13:48 | 0:13:50 | |
Oh. Fucking petrol station again, mate. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:59 | |
-Here, go get Stu. -Sure. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
Stu, Stu, Stu, Stu. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:22 | |
Wake up, mate. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
Activity at the petrol station. Come on, get your arse up. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
-Come on. -Fucking hell. All right, come on. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:32 | |
Bloody hell, Jarhead. I was just getting to the good bit. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:37 | |
Right, what we looking at? | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
It's that fucking petrol station again, mush. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
They're persistent little bastards, I'll give 'em that. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:56 | |
Right. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:57 | |
Kilo Two, this is Kilo Five, over. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
WHITE NOISE | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
Kilo Two, this is Kilo Five. Over. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
For fuck's sake. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
DISTANT GUNSHOT | 0:15:19 | 0:15:20 | |
Kilo Five to Kilo Two. What the fuck was that? Over. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:30 | |
HALE OVER RADIO: 'Kilo Two. Enemy activity in the vicinity of the petrol station. Over.' | 0:15:30 | 0:15:35 | |
-Roger, wait out. -GUNFIRE | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
What's the rush, you fuckers. We got all night. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:40 | |
Call it in. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:42 | |
-Somebody get Mark. -I'm here. What we got? | 0:15:42 | 0:15:45 | |
Contact from petrol station. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:47 | |
-Hello, Zero, this is Emerald 79. Over. OVER RADIO: -'Kilo Four to Kilo Five | 0:15:47 | 0:15:51 | |
'enemy fire from direction of petrol station.' | 0:15:51 | 0:15:53 | |
-I thought we'd smashed that? -RADIO: All ANA call signs... | 0:15:53 | 0:15:55 | |
-Apparently not. -ANA call sign engaged. Wait out. | 0:15:55 | 0:15:57 | |
Roger, Kilo Four. Out. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
Area around firing point clear. Request CAS. Mark, you're up. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:03 | |
Hello, Zero, this is Emerald 79, JTAC requests immediate close air support. Over. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:07 | |
RADIO: 'Roger, wait out.' | 0:16:07 | 0:16:09 | |
RADIO: 'Hello, Emerald Seven-Nine, this is Zero. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:13 | |
'One Dutch F-16 available, call sign Hitman One-One. ETA two, out.' | 0:16:13 | 0:16:19 | |
-Roger last. Two minutes. -Tidy. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:22 | |
Roger, Kilo One, we're on this. Out. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
-Hello, Hitman One-One, this is Widow One-Three. -'You got to hit those bastards hard and fast. Over.' | 0:16:24 | 0:16:28 | |
-Roger. Out. Again. -'Widow One-Three, Hitman One-One... | 0:16:28 | 0:16:31 | |
-'has you five by five. Be advised no laser munitions on pod at this time.' -No LGB. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:35 | |
Jay, take post. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
Hitman One-One, we will illuminate target. I will clear hot on your confirmation of target. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:44 | |
'Copy, Widow One-Three.' | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
Fire mission - number two - illume X-ray one-three. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:51 | |
Number two, illume X-ray one-three. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:56 | |
Guess we're not the only ones who got re-supped today. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
Ammo ready. | 0:16:58 | 0:16:59 | |
Number two, fire. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
Number two firing. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
Firing... Now! | 0:17:03 | 0:17:05 | |
Five, six, seven, eight, boom. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:16 | |
Spot on, Jay. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:18 | |
-Hitman One-One, target is lit. -Master craftsman, this one. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:21 | |
Petrol station in low ground, base of forward slope. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:25 | |
-RADIO: 'Tally target.' -Widow One-Three, clear hot, clear hot. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:29 | |
RADIO: 'Hitman One-One, clear hot. Hitman One-One all hot, nine seconds.' | 0:17:29 | 0:17:34 | |
He needs double tops... | 0:17:34 | 0:17:36 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:17:38 | 0:17:39 | |
-Still needs double tops. -What's he fucking doing over there? | 0:17:42 | 0:17:46 | |
Hitman One-One, missed target. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
-That cunt couldn't finish off his dinner. -Target is 200 metres west... | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
-Well, it shut 'em up at least. -..of impact point. Request another run. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:55 | |
RADIO: 'Hitman One-One. | 0:17:55 | 0:17:58 | |
'Negative, Widow One-Three, I am bingo fuel. RTB. Out.' | 0:17:58 | 0:18:02 | |
Hitman. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:06 | |
-RADIO: -'Zero, this is Sandstone Two-Eight, contact. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:17 | |
-'Multiple Chinese rockets fired from Wombat Wood. -Over. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:21 | |
-'Returning fire with GPMG...' -That Sangin? | 0:18:21 | 0:18:23 | |
-'..50 cal and mortars. Over.' -Yeah. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:26 | |
We can pick them up 46Ks away but not Normandy 1K away, mate. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:29 | |
-Fucking Scalies, right? -Yeah. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:32 | |
-You just come from there? -Yeah. R&R, but before then, though, yeah. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:37 | |
Were you there when Bry Budd got killed? | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
Team medic. I saw him when he came in. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
Brave fucker should get something for it. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
Yeah, too right, mate. Too right. | 0:18:46 | 0:18:49 | |
We spent five weeks up there with our arses hanging out. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:54 | |
-I was there the night they hit the tower. -I heard about that. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:56 | |
There was Pete Thorpe, Hashmi and a terp listening to all the icomm chatter. | 0:18:56 | 0:19:01 | |
Told us to get down, knew something was coming, then it fucking took them all out. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:04 | |
Aye. | 0:19:07 | 0:19:08 | |
-Anyway. You on selection, that you? -Yeah, maybe. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:17 | |
I fucked my knee on the hill two years ago. | 0:19:17 | 0:19:20 | |
One shot left. Gill's not exactly crazy about it, like. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
What, your missus? | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
-Fiancee. -Still do it though, yeah? | 0:19:25 | 0:19:27 | |
My uncle's an SSM in Hereford, mate. Wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I didn't. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:31 | |
-How about you? -I don't know... | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
maybe in a few years. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
Yeah, good. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:37 | |
-STONES DISLODGE -Shh, shh, shh, shh. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:40 | |
CLICKS TONGUE | 0:19:44 | 0:19:45 | |
Dog biscuits? | 0:19:54 | 0:19:56 | |
Best mate's wife sends 'em out. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
-Yah. -There a lot of mines out there? | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
Mate, this whole country's full of shit left behind when armies fucked off. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:07 | |
Roads, tanks, mujahideen. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:11 | |
CLICKS TONGUE | 0:20:11 | 0:20:13 | |
Russians - it was the mines. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
Ten million fucking mines. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:18 | |
Come on. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:23 | |
God knows what we're going to leave behind. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
Come on. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:27 | |
-PEARSON: -Aye up. Looks like Kajaki Jon was right for once. Definitely stopped that motor. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:38 | |
-HALE: -Yeah, they're pulling them out the back. It's two adults, looks like, er, two children. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:44 | |
Cash changing hands. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:49 | |
Well, that's an illegal vehicle checkpoint on the 611, Corporal Pearson. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:56 | |
Militia threatening and extorting money from civilians. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
-Well, that explains that fucking about last night. -Hmmm. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:02 | |
Range? | 0:21:02 | 0:21:04 | |
Two-five, two-eight? | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
-Too far for a snipe. -Not from here, yeah. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
-What about a mortar? -Nah, civvies. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
There's a possible firing position, ridge to the south. Brings 'em in range. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:20 | |
Dunno, there's a lot of deep ground out there. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:24 | |
Cannae see any ground sign. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
Could take the goat track down. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
Smudge's been laying trip flares down there, right? | 0:21:29 | 0:21:32 | |
Well...at least it ain't just another day on Mount fucking Longer. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:45 | |
Fuck it. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:54 | |
-We need to OK this with Spud, all right? -Hmm. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
Right, go and give the ladies a shout, get a plan together. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
I'll meet you back here in 20. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:04 | |
Hey, there's one for you here, Jarhead. | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
"Tanning Tips for Red Heads". | 0:22:08 | 0:22:09 | |
Comedy tips for cunts. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:11 | |
Right, who fancies a bimble? | 0:22:11 | 0:22:14 | |
-Yeah. -Yeah. -I do. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
RADIO: 'Cobalt Four-Five. Acknowledge Cobalt Four-Five. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:19 | |
-RESPONSE: -'Cobalt Four-Five, roger. Nothing further to report. Out.' | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
Emerald Seven-Nine, SITREP. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:26 | |
Nothing significant since last engagement at 0100. | 0:22:26 | 0:22:30 | |
Critical request for 350 battery re-sup. Over. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:34 | |
RADIO: 'Requests at the end of the show. Up on the roof Bronze Seven-Seven. Over.' | 0:22:34 | 0:22:38 | |
Go straight to RC South, Spud. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
When I want your opinion, I'll fucking give it to you, Prosser. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:43 | |
Right, change lads. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:53 | |
Cheers. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:54 | |
LAUGHS | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
Admiring my Napoleonic combined arms assault tactics, are we, Jay? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:04 | |
Checkmate. Watch and learn, hat. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
Fuck it. I should have just droned the shit out of you. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:18 | |
Once more unto the breach? | 0:23:18 | 0:23:20 | |
Once more unto the fucking khazi. | 0:23:20 | 0:23:22 | |
Morning, mate. | 0:23:27 | 0:23:28 | |
-Med kit? -Yeah, mate, yeah. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
Boys. Let's make it quick, yeah? | 0:23:36 | 0:23:37 | |
-Fucking Ali. Ali fucking Baba. -Bell end. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:45 | |
-All OK'd? -Yeah. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
-Youse are good to go? -Yes, mucker. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
Faz is on fire support. Jarhead's taking the 350 and he's a team medic. | 0:23:56 | 0:24:00 | |
Yeah, you get a sore throat down there, you'll be in safe hands. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:04 | |
All right. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:05 | |
Talk me through it. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
Down the goat's track to the south-east, | 0:24:07 | 0:24:10 | |
re-entrant to the wadi, up the slope to the west ridge. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:13 | |
Faz is rear man, and, uh, Bomb Head's got eyes on, so it's full cover. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:18 | |
All right, ladies, radio check at the bottom. | 0:24:18 | 0:24:21 | |
I'll see you when you get back. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:23 | |
Oi, fatty. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
Anything happens to me down there, make sure you tell your mum I love her. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:36 | |
Will do. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:38 | |
Right, eyes on, boys. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
Where's Ken? | 0:25:20 | 0:25:23 | |
Ah, don't make me go over there again, Sergeant. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:25:29 | 0:25:30 | |
# You... Oh, oh, you can have it all | 0:25:30 | 0:25:33 | |
# If that's all right Cos I will give it all to you | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
# Cos you never lied before. And you... # | 0:25:36 | 0:25:40 | |
MUSIC TURNS OFF | 0:25:40 | 0:25:41 | |
Radio check, mate. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:39 | |
Hello, Kilo Two. | 0:26:43 | 0:26:45 | |
This is Kilo Two Bravo, radio check, over. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Two, OK, over.' | 0:26:48 | 0:26:51 | |
OK, out. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:52 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:26:55 | 0:26:57 | |
-Stu? -Contact! Mortar! | 0:27:07 | 0:27:10 | |
Stu! | 0:27:10 | 0:27:12 | |
-Fucking eyes on, yeah, mate. Fucking eyes on. -Calm it down, Stu, right. Just leave the rifle. | 0:27:14 | 0:27:18 | |
I just lost my fucking finger, pal. Don't tell me to fucking calm down. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:20 | |
Stu, Stu. Listen to me. You stepped on a fucking mine, mate, all right. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
What? | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
-Oh! Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ! -It's all right... Just fucking hold it, all right? | 0:27:25 | 0:27:30 | |
Fuck. Ah, fuck! | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
Ah! | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
-Fucking shit! -All right, nearly there, pal, all right? Just fucking bear with me, man. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:39 | |
-Ah! Fucking tie... Fucking tie it! Shit! -Shut the fuck up! | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
Fuck! Ah! Shit! | 0:27:42 | 0:27:44 | |
OK, OK, OK. | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
There it's on. It's on. It's on. OK, it's on. | 0:27:48 | 0:27:51 | |
Where the fuck's the 350? | 0:27:51 | 0:27:53 | |
Where the fuck is 350? | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 | |
Fuck me! | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
Right, Kilo Two. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:00 | |
Kilo Two Bravo, come in. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
Kilo Two, this is Kilo Two Bravo, come in. | 0:28:04 | 0:28:08 | |
For fuck's sake! | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
Stu, Chris, come on, man, man. We've got a man down in the wadi! | 0:28:10 | 0:28:13 | |
Faz, you tell them we need a cas evac, fucking smart, all right?! | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
Now, go! Go! | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
Stu! Stu! Now, fucking wake up. | 0:28:21 | 0:28:24 | |
Yeah. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:27 | |
You're going to be all right, OK. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:28 | |
-Yeah, well, I'm fucking... I'm fucking not, am I? -No, you are. OK, listen to me, OK. | 0:28:28 | 0:28:32 | |
I'm going to check you for other injuries, yeah. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
Get some morphine into you, buddy. Yeah? You just fucking hang tight, OK? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:38 | |
Kilo Two Bravo. | 0:28:42 | 0:28:45 | |
Kilo Two Bravo. | 0:28:45 | 0:28:47 | |
Jarhead, what the fuck's going on? Did any youse see anything? | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
-No enemy movement. -Fuck. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
Right. I want eyes on them, I want eyes on the wadi. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
If anything moves, fucking smash it. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
OK, lads, let's fucking go. | 0:28:57 | 0:28:58 | |
RADIO: 'Kilo Five to Kilo Two. What the fuck's going on over there?' | 0:29:00 | 0:29:03 | |
Kilo Two. Mine strike. | 0:29:03 | 0:29:04 | |
-RADIO: -'Mine strike.' -Kilo Two? | 0:29:04 | 0:29:07 | |
Fuck! | 0:29:07 | 0:29:08 | |
-Zero, this is Emerald Seven-Nine... -Dave, Jay, Luke, Ken | 0:29:08 | 0:29:11 | |
mine strike on Normandy. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:12 | |
Tug, man down, mate. Med bergen, let's go, yeah. | 0:29:12 | 0:29:16 | |
-Anyone else got a med kit? -One here, mucker. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:19 | |
All right, get on, Jay, and we'll follow. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:21 | |
-I've got one. Team medic. -All right, good lad. | 0:29:21 | 0:29:24 | |
-Come on, man down, boys. Let's fucking go. -Mark. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:28 | |
Mark, you don't know what you're moving into. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
Well, someone's got to fucking do it. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
Faz, what the fuck's going on! | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
-Stu stood on a mine. -Fuck! How bad? | 0:29:39 | 0:29:41 | |
His fucking leg's gone, mate. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:43 | |
Bomb Head. Get a Nine Liner to Athens. | 0:29:43 | 0:29:46 | |
It's Stu Hale, confirmed. P1, winch required. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:50 | |
Bastard! | 0:30:00 | 0:30:02 | |
Come on, Tug, one of our boys is fucking dying over there! | 0:30:04 | 0:30:06 | |
There'll also be another one over here in a minute, fucking hell! | 0:30:08 | 0:30:11 | |
Tug. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:13 | |
Mine strike on Normandy? | 0:30:29 | 0:30:30 | |
-That's what they said. -Get in. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:32 | |
Not long now, Stu. All right? | 0:30:44 | 0:30:46 | |
All right, lads, the fucking cavalry's here. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:57 | |
-All right, Stu boy. Smudge is here, mate. -Here, Smudge. Get this would you, mate. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:08 | |
I've got it, I've got it. Go on. Go on, mate. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:11 | |
Guy, what the fuck have you done now, eh? | 0:31:11 | 0:31:13 | |
-How we doing, Jar? -Yeah. Got a tourniquet on. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
Given him a shot of morphine... in the good leg. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:19 | |
How we doing, big fella? | 0:31:22 | 0:31:24 | |
Heard you screaming all the way from the top, you big homo. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:28 | |
Aye. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:30 | |
All I heard was "Oh, my leg! My fucking leg." | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
I thought to myself, here, I know that big poofy voice. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:36 | |
You reckon I'll still be all right for selection, mucker? | 0:31:36 | 0:31:39 | |
Course you will, buddy, all right. You're going to be fine. | 0:31:42 | 0:31:45 | |
I was fucking joking, mate. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:48 | |
Just sit tight, all right? We're going to get you out of here. | 0:31:53 | 0:31:57 | |
Hey. You all right, yeah? | 0:32:00 | 0:32:02 | |
Maybe we can carry him up? | 0:32:05 | 0:32:06 | |
I don't know, mate. We need to keep him level. | 0:32:07 | 0:32:10 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
One times P1 casualty. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:19 | |
ZAP Hotel Zero-Nine-Eight-Three. Winch required. | 0:32:19 | 0:32:22 | |
Kilo Two to Kilo Five. | 0:32:24 | 0:32:25 | |
Hello, Kilo Five, it's Kilo Two. | 0:32:26 | 0:32:29 | |
Fucking piece of fucking shit. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:31 | |
What's happening? | 0:32:31 | 0:32:32 | |
Stu Hale went on a patrol. Think he trod on a mine. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
Where? | 0:32:35 | 0:32:36 | |
Down the wadi. Stu Pearson took Smudge to check him out. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:39 | |
There's no comms on the ground. | 0:32:39 | 0:32:40 | |
What's that? | 0:32:47 | 0:32:49 | |
"I. Am. Gay." Jarhead, mate, now's not the time. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:53 | |
Oi, Smudger. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:58 | |
-You couldn't check my prick for me, mucker? -Yeah, it's all right. It's still there, still tiny. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:03 | |
Give us a fag, would you. | 0:33:05 | 0:33:07 | |
Watch your step, mate. There's mines. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:13 | |
I've got a med kit. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:17 | |
Oi, follow our line in, mush. | 0:33:17 | 0:33:19 | |
-Yeah, you got it. -Rescue party's come down from Athens. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:29 | |
Mark's got a stretcher. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:30 | |
Fuck me! | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
-How you doing? -Yeah, no fucking drama, mate. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
It's still bleeding. I got another tourniquet. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:41 | |
Hold on, Stu, yeah. Hold on, mate. | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
-Right, ju... Hey, give me a second, right. -Now, hold on. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:45 | |
Hold on, mate. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:47 | |
Ah! Fuck! | 0:33:51 | 0:33:53 | |
Fucking... Ah. Fuck you! | 0:33:55 | 0:33:58 | |
-Well done. -Well done, mate. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:00 | |
Nearest secure HLS is Lancaster. No emergency HLS identified at this time. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:13 | |
Winch requested. Over. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:15 | |
-RADIO: -'Can casualty be extracted to HLS? Over.' | 0:34:15 | 0:34:17 | |
Unknown. Winch requested. Over. | 0:34:17 | 0:34:19 | |
-RADIO: -'Wait out.' | 0:34:19 | 0:34:21 | |
Heard you needed comms. 808. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:23 | |
-How many have you got? -Er. Two more. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:25 | |
You stay here. Give me the comms. | 0:34:25 | 0:34:28 | |
I'll take one up to Normandy, put the other on the ground with the medic. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:31 | |
Right, I'm Kilo Five Alpha. Kilo Five Bravo - in the wadi. Normandy stays Kilo Two. | 0:34:31 | 0:34:35 | |
-All right, let's go, come on. -Yeah. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
You're doing brilliant, buddy. You're doing absolutely fucking brilliant, all right? | 0:34:38 | 0:34:42 | |
Keep the leg still, yeah? | 0:34:44 | 0:34:46 | |
Any of youse know how to cannulate? | 0:34:46 | 0:34:47 | |
-Glad you could join us, Tug. -I'm faster downhill. | 0:34:56 | 0:34:58 | |
Fucking... | 0:34:59 | 0:35:01 | |
Follow the line in, Mark. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
..dressing to the knee. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:08 | |
Tug. Tug, I'm out of dressings, mate. | 0:35:08 | 0:35:11 | |
-Grab a stretcher, buddy. -There's still dripping on the stump here, mate. | 0:35:11 | 0:35:14 | |
-OK, everybody. Nothing left, mate, at all. -Shut the fuck up, now! | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
Jarhead, get them buttons done. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:19 | |
Tell me what's going on, pal. | 0:35:19 | 0:35:21 | |
All right, um, right leg as you see it, mate | 0:35:21 | 0:35:23 | |
-Er, right hand. -Yeah. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:25 | |
-Damage to left leg. -Yeah. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
Er, says his right knee's giving him jip, too. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
I've strapped it off, given him a pen of morphine, marked it up. | 0:35:29 | 0:35:32 | |
-I'm fucking shit out of med kit now, mate. -Right, Jay? | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
-SITREP, mate. -I applied a second tourniquet. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:37 | |
-Erm, I've wrapped it up... -We've got deep ground all round, buddy. | 0:35:37 | 0:35:40 | |
I've got the OP keeping an eye on us, but we don't want to get taken by surprise. | 0:35:40 | 0:35:45 | |
All right. Nicely done, lads. | 0:35:45 | 0:35:46 | |
-Further mine threat? -Fuck knows. We need to assume there is. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:52 | |
-Extraction? -I've asked for a winch. | 0:35:53 | 0:35:56 | |
Good job. | 0:35:56 | 0:35:57 | |
Right lads, listen in. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:00 | |
We've a bloke on his arse, so let's make him comfortable. | 0:36:00 | 0:36:02 | |
Smudge, get some cover on him, mate. | 0:36:02 | 0:36:05 | |
Luke, join Foreman on stag. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:07 | |
Kenny, you mucker, mark the safe route in, clear the area around Stu. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:11 | |
Check your immediate space, fellas. Stand only on proven safe route. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:15 | |
-Jonesy, get on Athens, check on cas evac. -Right, Stuart... | 0:36:15 | 0:36:18 | |
-Stick your ball... ball your hand on my fist, yeah? -Dave. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:21 | |
Nobody else in or out without my say so, buddy, all right? | 0:36:21 | 0:36:24 | |
-What's our call sign? -Kilo Two Bravo, mate. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
-But you won't get any response from that one. -Just fucking try it! | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
Hello, Kilo Five, this is Kilo Two. Bravo, over. | 0:36:31 | 0:36:33 | |
Hello Kilo Five, this is Kilo Two Bravo. Radio check, over. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:40 | |
Always get the crap jobs, eh, Ken. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
Down the wadi. Follow the goat track. | 0:36:52 | 0:36:54 | |
We got comms. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:57 | |
Hey, radio check when you're in. | 0:36:57 | 0:36:59 | |
All right, lads, this isn't working, we need to get that bergen | 0:37:01 | 0:37:03 | |
-underneath his knee, keep it elevated, yeah. Smudge? -Ah, cool. | 0:37:03 | 0:37:07 | |
Let's get this med pack underneath his head, Jarhead. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:10 | |
-Yeah, just watch his spine, pal. -Cheers. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:12 | |
Tanning tips for redheads, eh? | 0:37:12 | 0:37:15 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. | 0:37:15 | 0:37:17 | |
I think I've found something. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:19 | |
No, it's just a rock. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:34 | |
-Jesus, Ken. -Hey, hey... -I'm sorry, lads, I'm sorry. | 0:37:34 | 0:37:36 | |
Come on, listen. It's important that we clear the rocks out as well. | 0:37:36 | 0:37:39 | |
You know, in case we want to come down and plant some fucking cabbages one day. | 0:37:39 | 0:37:43 | |
Right, Stu. Looks like you might have a break above the knee. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:47 | |
Nothing I can do now, but I've given you another stick of morphine, yeah? | 0:37:47 | 0:37:50 | |
I know it chafes but you're not dying today, yeah. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:53 | |
You're a strong fucker, you're going to be all right. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
Onto the fucking paperwork. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:57 | |
-Oi, Tug. -Yes, mate. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:04 | |
Give us a fag, would you, mate? | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
Mate, just one fucking bine. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
What's it going to do? Blow my other fucking leg off? | 0:38:11 | 0:38:13 | |
Huh? | 0:38:13 | 0:38:15 | |
FLICKS LIGHTER | 0:38:17 | 0:38:19 | |
You fucking legend, mate. | 0:38:22 | 0:38:24 | |
I won't tell on you, if you don't tell on me. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:29 | |
Stable down here, Mark. How we doing on cas evac? | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
Nobody else in, mate. | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
I've got comms from Normandy. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
The medic can come in, Dave, no-one else. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
Be my guest. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:47 | |
Marked route, pal. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:55 | |
You're Kilo Five Bravo | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
Spud's Kilo Five Alpha and Normandy's Kilo Two. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:03 | |
Cheers, pal. | 0:39:03 | 0:39:04 | |
Alex, how are you for fluids, pal? | 0:39:04 | 0:39:06 | |
Hello, Kilo Five Alpha, this is Kilo Five Bravo, over. | 0:39:06 | 0:39:09 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Five Alpha, what's the status on casualty? Over.' | 0:39:09 | 0:39:12 | |
Corporal Hale is P1. | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
Stable but needs immediate evac, Spud. | 0:39:14 | 0:39:16 | |
-RADIO: -'Can casualty be moved to Normandy for evac? Over.' | 0:39:16 | 0:39:19 | |
-Wait out. Medics, can we carry him out? -Well, he's stable when he's flat. | 0:39:19 | 0:39:22 | |
At an angle there's a chance he could bleed out or bleed in. | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
-We need a winch, pal. -That's what I've been saying. -We've got a stretcher. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:28 | |
We should have enough bodies to keep him level. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
-Have you seen how fucking steep it is? -Just cut the corner, go up the re-entrant. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:33 | |
No way are we leaving the path. I'm saying stick tight, wait here for the heli. That's my opinion. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:38 | |
Mark, what you thinking? | 0:39:38 | 0:39:39 | |
We need to pull him away from the rocks. Get him out in the open. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:44 | |
There, the raised bank. | 0:39:48 | 0:39:51 | |
-All right. -Right, lads, listen up. | 0:39:56 | 0:39:58 | |
-I need two bodies to help clear a route over there. -RADIO: -'Kilo Five Alpha, send, over.' | 0:39:58 | 0:40:02 | |
-Kilo Five Bravo, preparing to move. -Tidy, step in. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
I want youse on your belt buckles, shoulder to shoulder. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:08 | |
I'm going to follow youse with the flags. | 0:40:08 | 0:40:10 | |
-RADIO: -'Roger. Wait out.' | 0:40:10 | 0:40:12 | |
Come on, lads, let's fucking move. | 0:40:12 | 0:40:13 | |
You're seeing this? | 0:40:21 | 0:40:23 | |
Kilo Two to Kilo Five Alpha. Taliban movement on the 611. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:36 | |
RADIO: 'Might be headed your way.' | 0:40:36 | 0:40:37 | |
-RADIO: -'Roger, Kilo Two, keep your eyes on it.' | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
'Kilo Five Alpha to all call signs. Be advised, enemy movement in the vicinity of Tangi. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:45 | |
'Possible threat to Kilo Five Bravo position. Wait out.' | 0:40:45 | 0:40:48 | |
I might as well be prodding a fucking car park. | 0:41:11 | 0:41:13 | |
At least if it's this hard, they won't detonate if you walk over 'em. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:18 | |
I don't think that's how it work. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
One here, boss. | 0:41:30 | 0:41:33 | |
Just mark it, buddy, and then deviate. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:35 | |
-So I killed lots of people but I'm not a soldier? -Correct. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:46 | |
-Killed myself? -Yeah, um. Hanged yourself, I think. | 0:41:46 | 0:41:49 | |
What am I, some kind of fucking serial killer or something? | 0:41:51 | 0:41:55 | |
-Correct. -Fucking prick. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:58 | |
HE GROANS | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
Oi, same again, barman, yeah? | 0:42:03 | 0:42:06 | |
How many's he had now? | 0:42:09 | 0:42:11 | |
That's his third. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:14 | |
-Stu? -Huh? | 0:42:21 | 0:42:23 | |
You got a bleed on on the left leg, mate. Nothing major. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:25 | |
Just going to tie you off, pal, all right? | 0:42:25 | 0:42:28 | |
Better safe... | 0:42:28 | 0:42:29 | |
-Am I... Er... Am I Fred West? -No. | 0:42:34 | 0:42:38 | |
-This is the last from Normandy. -Nice one, Prosser. | 0:42:54 | 0:42:57 | |
Cheers, Jonesy. | 0:42:57 | 0:42:58 | |
-I'm alive? -No. | 0:42:59 | 0:43:01 | |
Kilo Five Bravo, ETA on cas evac, over. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:06 | |
-RADIO: -'Wait out.' | 0:43:06 | 0:43:07 | |
Look out. | 0:43:09 | 0:43:10 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Five inbound. ETA on task 1-0 minutes. Over.' | 0:43:22 | 0:43:28 | |
Confirm minutes 1-0. Over. | 0:43:28 | 0:43:30 | |
-RADIO: -'Confirm. Wait out.' | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
You hear that, Stu? Ten minutes, pal. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:36 | |
What they sending, Mark? | 0:43:36 | 0:43:38 | |
They'll send what they send. | 0:43:38 | 0:43:39 | |
-They going to touch down or... -Tug, we'll work it out, fuck. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:45 | |
Stu! | 0:43:47 | 0:43:48 | |
HE EXHALES | 0:44:04 | 0:44:06 | |
Path's safe. | 0:44:33 | 0:44:36 | |
-All right. Moving day, gents. -Right. | 0:44:36 | 0:44:38 | |
You, you, you and you on Stu. You guys grab anything that's left. | 0:44:38 | 0:44:41 | |
Strong grip. My count, on three. One, two, three. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:48 | |
-Strain. One, two, three. -Here we go. | 0:44:49 | 0:44:52 | |
Oi, somebody get my rifle. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:54 | |
-Cheers, mucker. -Yeah, I've got it, mate. That all right? -Yeah. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
Here, Jonesy, give us your bergen, pal. | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
-You all right up there, Stu? -Hmm-mm. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:05 | |
Ah, like the Maharajah of Helmand Province, aren't you. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
You want to peel me a grape? | 0:45:08 | 0:45:10 | |
Nah, but I've got a couple of ripe plums here, if you want. | 0:45:10 | 0:45:13 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:45:13 | 0:45:14 | |
Kilo Five Bravo to Kilo Five Alpha. | 0:45:16 | 0:45:18 | |
Casualty moved to pick-up point. ETA on cas evac. Over. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:22 | |
WHITE NOISE | 0:45:22 | 0:45:25 | |
Hello, Kilo Five Alpha, this is Kilo Five Bravo. Over. | 0:45:27 | 0:45:29 | |
Do you need anything else? | 0:45:29 | 0:45:31 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo. Your man's on the TACSAT to the JOC. | 0:45:31 | 0:45:34 | |
'Cas evac options are fluid, believe we have Black Hawks inbound to you from Kandahar. Wait out.' | 0:45:34 | 0:45:39 | |
Good job, guys. | 0:45:39 | 0:45:40 | |
Cas evac inbound. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:42 | |
I need overwatch from all of you, got that? | 0:45:42 | 0:45:45 | |
Stretcher bearers and Tug stay with Stu. | 0:45:45 | 0:45:49 | |
All other personnel, thank you for your help, boys, and you can all fuck off now. | 0:45:49 | 0:45:52 | |
-Cheers, crap hat. -Endex. | 0:45:52 | 0:45:54 | |
Oi. | 0:45:54 | 0:45:56 | |
Stuey, smile for the camera, buddy. | 0:45:56 | 0:45:58 | |
-Stu. -Hmm? -Fancy getting a photo? -All right. | 0:45:58 | 0:46:01 | |
Where's my bergen? | 0:46:01 | 0:46:02 | |
Oh, fuck, sorry, mate. I took it over there. | 0:46:02 | 0:46:04 | |
-That's one for the khazi, that one. -Stu! | 0:46:04 | 0:46:06 | |
-Bring that other med bergen out with you, yeah? -Will do. | 0:46:06 | 0:46:09 | |
You all right, Mark? | 0:46:11 | 0:46:13 | |
You smash those fuckers tonight, yeah? | 0:46:13 | 0:46:16 | |
-Will do, buddy. -Hmm. | 0:46:16 | 0:46:18 | |
With fucking pleasure. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:20 | |
You faggots, stop flirting. | 0:46:20 | 0:46:22 | |
If you're the Russians, you know, '79, '80 and you're defending Normandy... | 0:46:22 | 0:46:27 | |
Where'd you lay your APs? | 0:46:27 | 0:46:29 | |
-Try not to fuck it up from here, eh? -Dead ground on approaches to the OP. | 0:46:29 | 0:46:32 | |
-Why, what's up? -Dunno. | 0:46:32 | 0:46:35 | |
What the fuck are mines doing down here, mate? | 0:46:35 | 0:46:37 | |
Oh, for fuck's sake. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:48 | |
Oh, fuck. I'm down. Lads, I'm down. | 0:46:50 | 0:46:54 | |
GROANS | 0:46:54 | 0:46:55 | |
Fuck. My leg. My fucking leg! | 0:46:55 | 0:46:58 | |
-Stu, wait, I'm coming. -Jay, Smudge, get the fuck back! | 0:46:59 | 0:47:01 | |
Stand fast, Smudge, the whole place is fucking loaded. | 0:47:01 | 0:47:04 | |
I stood on a fucking... | 0:47:04 | 0:47:06 | |
Safe route is not fucking safe, man. | 0:47:06 | 0:47:08 | |
Ah, fuck! Ah, fuck! | 0:47:08 | 0:47:10 | |
Let's go. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:12 | |
Somebody get me some fucking morphine. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:15 | |
Oh, fuck. Ah, fuck. Fuck off. | 0:47:15 | 0:47:16 | |
It's all right, Stu. Let me do my job, buddy. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:18 | |
-Let me do my job. -Leave me! Fucking leave me! | 0:47:18 | 0:47:21 | |
-Stuey... Stu. -Fuck! Fucking hell. | 0:47:21 | 0:47:23 | |
-Was it fucking Stu? -Come on. Come on, keep your shit together. | 0:47:23 | 0:47:27 | |
-Alex, do you need any kit? -Get off me. | 0:47:30 | 0:47:32 | |
Ah, leave me. Just fucking leave me. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:35 | |
-Right, all done. -Nice and tight, mate. -Yup. | 0:47:35 | 0:47:37 | |
-Get ready to take his leg. -No! | 0:47:37 | 0:47:39 | |
Right. PEARSON SCREAMS | 0:47:39 | 0:47:42 | |
Fuck! Fuck! | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
-OK, all done. -Any kit out? | 0:47:47 | 0:47:50 | |
Right, move it. | 0:47:51 | 0:47:53 | |
-Fuck. Oh, fuck! -OK, mate. | 0:47:53 | 0:47:56 | |
-Ah, fucking leave it...! -Right, all right... | 0:47:56 | 0:47:59 | |
-Fuck! -What kit have you got? | 0:47:59 | 0:48:02 | |
-Oh, fuck! -Mate, where's your fucking bergen? | 0:48:02 | 0:48:04 | |
He was carrying it. | 0:48:04 | 0:48:06 | |
What have you got? | 0:48:06 | 0:48:07 | |
Er, morphine, tourniquet, saline, dressing. One of each. | 0:48:07 | 0:48:10 | |
Ken, elevate the leg! | 0:48:10 | 0:48:13 | |
-What do you need, pal. Let me know. -Stay there, Tug. Just fucking stay with Stu. | 0:48:13 | 0:48:17 | |
-Mark. Now, Mark do you need me in there? -Stand firm, Jarhead. No-one in. | 0:48:17 | 0:48:20 | |
Help yourself here. Here, take the fucking leg. | 0:48:22 | 0:48:24 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo. SITREP, over.' | 0:48:24 | 0:48:26 | |
-Take his leg. -Yeah. -His leg, mate. -Move it, move. | 0:48:26 | 0:48:28 | |
-You got it? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:31 | |
Kilo Five Bravo. Mine strike, Stu Pearson. P1, left leg. | 0:48:31 | 0:48:36 | |
Notify cas evac need for second winch. Over. | 0:48:36 | 0:48:39 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo. It's a negative on the winch. Over.' | 0:48:39 | 0:48:43 | |
Say again. I was informed Black Hawk was inbound, over. | 0:48:44 | 0:48:48 | |
-RADIO: -'We'll get you out of there. Just hang tight, Bravo. OK, wait out.' | 0:48:48 | 0:48:53 | |
Go to fucking shit! | 0:48:53 | 0:48:54 | |
-Come on. -Fuck you! | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
Can we not just take him over the ridge? | 0:48:56 | 0:48:57 | |
Right, there's a...there's a route up to Normandy already. It's already fucking marked. | 0:48:57 | 0:49:01 | |
-Just take 'em up there. Enough is enough we're getting blown up here! -Smudge, Smudge, Smudge. | 0:49:01 | 0:49:05 | |
Did you not just see what happened to your pal Stu? | 0:49:05 | 0:49:06 | |
-Yeah! -The fucking whole place is charged, mate. | 0:49:06 | 0:49:08 | |
We're going nowhere. Fucking sit down. | 0:49:08 | 0:49:11 | |
Turn your fucking head around and don't look anywhere except for up there. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:14 | |
Just don't look at him, all right? | 0:49:14 | 0:49:16 | |
DISTANT HELICOPTER | 0:49:18 | 0:49:20 | |
See, you hear that? Angels with fucking wings. | 0:49:20 | 0:49:23 | |
Fuck me. Ah, fuck! | 0:49:23 | 0:49:24 | |
DISTANT HELICOPTER | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
That's not a Black Hawk. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
HELICOPTER APPROACHES | 0:49:32 | 0:49:34 | |
Chopper inbound. | 0:49:34 | 0:49:36 | |
Laid them in fucking threes, didn't they? | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
What's that, pal? | 0:49:41 | 0:49:43 | |
Fucking APs. Ah, fuck. | 0:49:43 | 0:49:45 | |
Hit the guy treating the first victim. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:50 | |
Maximum clusterfuck. | 0:49:50 | 0:49:53 | |
That's a Chinook. | 0:49:53 | 0:49:54 | |
They'll be dropping the MERT at Lancaster. | 0:49:54 | 0:49:57 | |
How you doing, fella? You all right? | 0:49:59 | 0:50:01 | |
Save my nuts, Doc. That's all I ask. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:04 | |
Fuck. | 0:50:07 | 0:50:08 | |
Hey. Your nuts are fine. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:11 | |
-Fuck. Oh, Alex, it's still bleeding, mate. -What? Yeah, all right, smart. | 0:50:11 | 0:50:15 | |
-This is my last tourniquet. -Oh, fuck! | 0:50:19 | 0:50:21 | |
-Boys...this fucking minefield. -All right, mate. All right. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:27 | |
Fuck! | 0:50:27 | 0:50:29 | |
Here's something to put on it. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
All right. | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
-Right, hold this fucking leg too. -Yeah, brother. | 0:50:34 | 0:50:36 | |
-Fuck you! -All right, mate, we've got you. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:40 | |
HELICOPTER APPROACHES | 0:50:40 | 0:50:42 | |
Kilo Five Bravo to all Kilos. We have a Chinook inbound. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
Please confirm this is not our cas evac, over. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:49 | |
-Snoop, you got a med pack? -RADIO: -'Kilo Four, affirmative.' | 0:50:49 | 0:50:52 | |
-Nah. RADIO: -'Kilo Five Bravo. Cas evac inbound.' | 0:50:52 | 0:50:54 | |
-Luke, med pack? -Nah, I got nothing, mate. | 0:50:54 | 0:50:55 | |
-RADIO: -'Recommend move casualty to HLS nearby. Over.' | 0:50:55 | 0:50:59 | |
Negative. Confirm, we have two, repeat, two P1s requiring cas evac. | 0:50:59 | 0:51:03 | |
Movement impossible due to location being minefield... | 0:51:03 | 0:51:06 | |
Chinook unsuitable for pick-up due to location being minefield | 0:51:06 | 0:51:10 | |
Request HH60 with winch, as previously indicated. | 0:51:10 | 0:51:14 | |
Location is a fucking minefield. Over. | 0:51:14 | 0:51:17 | |
STU SCREAMS | 0:51:17 | 0:51:19 | |
-RADIO: -'Chinook only asset available at present. Over.' | 0:51:20 | 0:51:24 | |
Can I have direct comms with Chinook? | 0:51:24 | 0:51:27 | |
-RADIO: -'Negative, Kilo Five Bravo, comms via JTAC to Apache to Chinook.' | 0:51:27 | 0:51:31 | |
-Whoever this is, come in. RADIO: -'Go ahead, Bravo.' | 0:51:32 | 0:51:36 | |
Suggest Chinook enter via re-entrant to south-west. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:40 | |
Back wheels down onto the rocks. We'll drop smoke. | 0:51:42 | 0:51:46 | |
We may be able to load one casualty this way. Over. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:49 | |
-RADIO: -'Wait out.' -You fucking wait out, pal. | 0:51:51 | 0:51:54 | |
-RADIO: -'Kilo Two to Kilo Five Bravo. | 0:51:54 | 0:51:56 | |
'They're not going to land in a minefield, buddy. Just sit tight.' | 0:51:56 | 0:51:59 | |
Hey! Drop smoke. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:02 | |
We need to show him where to touch down, yeah. | 0:52:04 | 0:52:07 | |
..Not to land in the fucking wadi. This is a hot HLS, repeat, mines, over | 0:52:25 | 0:52:31 | |
The fucking rocks. Land on the rocks. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
-What's he fucking saying? -He wants to bring him over. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:47 | |
All right, let's do it, then. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:48 | |
No fucking way. That's 30 metres to fucking carry him. | 0:52:48 | 0:52:51 | |
-You fuck off! -Bring him on! | 0:52:51 | 0:52:54 | |
We fucking wait! We get them to send in the ATOs, clear us a fucking path out. | 0:52:54 | 0:52:58 | |
Ammunitions Technical Officer. ATO, fucker. | 0:52:58 | 0:53:03 | |
ATO. | 0:53:06 | 0:53:10 | |
What the fuck are they doing? | 0:53:10 | 0:53:12 | |
ATO. | 0:53:12 | 0:53:14 | |
-TO. Take off. -It's like the fucking YMCA. | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
ATO. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
-RADIO: -'Charlie, what's going on?' -They're not moving. | 0:53:23 | 0:53:25 | |
They're signalling something. I can't work it out. | 0:53:25 | 0:53:28 | |
What's going on, mate? | 0:53:28 | 0:53:29 | |
The airframe's here, but we can't get you fucking over there. For fuck's sake. | 0:53:29 | 0:53:33 | |
Any call sign, tell the bird to clear the fuck out of here! | 0:53:33 | 0:53:37 | |
This is a hot HLS, repeat, mines. Over. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:42 | |
They are posing a major risk to themselves and to us! | 0:53:43 | 0:53:46 | |
Jarhead, SITREP. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:29 | |
Jarhead, SITREP | 0:54:35 | 0:54:37 | |
-Jarhead! -Yeah? | 0:54:38 | 0:54:40 | |
Fucking SITREP. | 0:54:40 | 0:54:42 | |
Mark's taken it in the chest... | 0:54:42 | 0:54:43 | |
..and Stu's been hit again. | 0:54:45 | 0:54:47 | |
And the med's down. | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
Alex. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:50 | |
Alex? | 0:54:52 | 0:54:54 | |
OK? | 0:54:55 | 0:54:57 | |
Oi, Jarhead, get him out of here, man. Fucking get that man up. | 0:55:03 | 0:55:06 | |
Fucking get him out of here. You do not let that fucking man drop! | 0:55:06 | 0:55:10 | |
Come on, man, get your arse over here. | 0:55:10 | 0:55:11 | |
Get him out. Help him out! | 0:55:11 | 0:55:14 | |
It's all right, mate, come on. | 0:55:14 | 0:55:16 | |
Tug! | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
What do I do? | 0:55:23 | 0:55:25 | |
Tug, what do I fucking do? | 0:55:26 | 0:55:28 | |
Tug! | 0:55:35 | 0:55:37 | |
Tug! Tug, what do I fucking do? | 0:55:37 | 0:55:38 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:55:51 | 0:55:53 | |
You fu... Somebody get that... | 0:55:53 | 0:55:56 | |
SCREAMS OF INJURED SOLDIERS | 0:55:56 | 0:55:57 | |
-I'm fucking dying, man. -What do I do? | 0:56:01 | 0:56:03 | |
Just hang fucking tight, Mark. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:05 | |
I'm going to get you out of here. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:07 | |
SCREAMS OF INJURED SOLDIERS | 0:56:07 | 0:56:10 | |
-Come and help me out! -Tug! | 0:56:13 | 0:56:17 | |
Tug, what we doing? | 0:56:17 | 0:56:20 | |
Prosser! Triage! | 0:56:20 | 0:56:22 | |
Prosser, triage! | 0:56:27 | 0:56:29 | |
Erm... | 0:56:29 | 0:56:32 | |
Mark's got wounds to the chest. It's pretty fucking ugly. | 0:56:32 | 0:56:36 | |
Stu's been hit again but... | 0:56:36 | 0:56:37 | |
I can't see where, there's fuck loads of blood. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:39 | |
-PEARSON: -Where's the fucking chopper? | 0:56:39 | 0:56:41 | |
And Ken's got no fucking idea. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:43 | |
And w... what med kit have you got? | 0:56:44 | 0:56:47 | |
Fuck all! | 0:56:47 | 0:56:49 | |
I left me day sack over there. It's still got a bit of stuff left. | 0:56:49 | 0:56:52 | |
OK, erm. | 0:56:52 | 0:56:54 | |
Ken. Ken, should be a day sack near you. Can you see it? | 0:56:54 | 0:56:58 | |
-Yeah, yeah it's here. -All right, pal. | 0:57:00 | 0:57:02 | |
Can you try and reach it for me? | 0:57:02 | 0:57:04 | |
Ken, fucking hell. | 0:57:09 | 0:57:10 | |
-He's going to set off another... -Ken, Ken! Don't worry about it, mate. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:13 | |
We'll fucking sack it off, mate. Don't worry, we'll try something else. | 0:57:13 | 0:57:16 | |
-Wait, I'm nearly there. -Ken, don't do it! No! No, Ken, fucking don't! | 0:57:16 | 0:57:20 | |
I've got it! I've got it! | 0:57:23 | 0:57:24 | |
Oh, God. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:27 | |
OK, what's it got? | 0:57:27 | 0:57:30 | |
IV fluids. Some dressings. | 0:57:30 | 0:57:34 | |
Two sticks of morphine. That's it. | 0:57:34 | 0:57:37 | |
Er, tourniquet. Has it got a tourniquet? | 0:57:37 | 0:57:40 | |
No, no. That's all there is. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:43 | |
Ken, listen to me. | 0:57:43 | 0:57:44 | |
You need to get those dressings to Mark's chest. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:48 | |
Yeah, you need to make your way over there. | 0:57:48 | 0:57:50 | |
Now, Ken. | 0:57:50 | 0:57:52 | |
OK. | 0:57:54 | 0:57:55 | |
OK. OK. OK. | 0:58:11 | 0:58:13 | |
-OK, I'm here. I'm here. -Right, then... I want you to use a rifle sling | 0:58:17 | 0:58:21 | |
to tourniquet his arm, yeah? | 0:58:21 | 0:58:23 | |
And that'll stop the bleeding. All right? | 0:58:25 | 0:58:29 | |
Ken, catch. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:32 | |
-OK... OK. -That's it, tourniquet his arm. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:41 | |
And try to cannulate and get some IVs into him. | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
That's it, tourniquet his arm. Yeah. | 0:58:46 | 0:58:48 | |
No, just stop. Mark. Mark, I've got to! | 0:58:50 | 0:58:53 | |
-You need to try to cannulate. -Mark! | 0:58:56 | 0:58:58 | |
Just a circle, mucker. | 0:59:01 | 0:59:03 | |
Tie it in a circle and put it round his arm, all right mate? | 0:59:03 | 0:59:06 | |
Put it round his arm and tie it tight, it'll stop the bleeding. | 0:59:09 | 0:59:12 | |
Nobody's asking you to do open fucking heart surgery, Ken. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
Where, Prosser! | 0:59:14 | 0:59:15 | |
Where do you want me to fucking tie it? | 0:59:15 | 0:59:17 | |
His arm is barely fucking hanging on! | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
Mark, please. | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
Please, Mark, please. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:25 | |
Fuck off! | 0:59:25 | 0:59:26 | |
Someone help me out. | 0:59:27 | 0:59:29 | |
KEN SOBS | 0:59:29 | 0:59:31 | |
-KEN: -Fucking hell. | 0:59:31 | 0:59:34 | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right, all right, Ken, Ken, Ken. Just forget the tourniquet. | 0:59:34 | 0:59:37 | |
Use the T-shirt, plug the fucking hole. | 0:59:37 | 0:59:39 | |
OK, let me... | 0:59:39 | 0:59:40 | |
-Mark, stop. Mark. -Prosser. | 0:59:40 | 0:59:43 | |
-Where's the fucking Motorola? -KEN: -Fucking stop, mate! OK, OK, OK. | 0:59:43 | 0:59:46 | |
Must have gone up with Mark. | 0:59:46 | 0:59:48 | |
SCREAMING | 0:59:48 | 0:59:51 | |
Ken. Ken, look at me. | 0:59:53 | 0:59:55 | |
You're doing a fucking great job, all right, mucker. | 0:59:55 | 0:59:57 | |
Ah, fucking hell! | 1:00:08 | 1:00:10 | |
Fucking wait. Sit, sit down. | 1:00:11 | 1:00:12 | |
Tug. | 1:00:14 | 1:00:16 | |
If you get yourself pinged halfway we've got ourselves a whole new nightmare. | 1:00:16 | 1:00:18 | |
But I'm the only... I'm the only medic and this is the only fucking med kit. | 1:00:19 | 1:00:23 | |
You were just telling Smudge not to be a dick, right don't do anything stupid. | 1:00:24 | 1:00:27 | |
Yeah, but this is stupid. | 1:00:27 | 1:00:29 | |
It is a bit fucking stupid. | 1:00:29 | 1:00:31 | |
Yeah, but I've got a plan. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:33 | |
-Listen, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. -Whoa, whoa, whoa. | 1:00:41 | 1:00:44 | |
Easy, mate, what is it? | 1:00:44 | 1:00:45 | |
Come on. | 1:00:46 | 1:00:47 | |
-What's up? -It's my fucking lung. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:51 | |
-Fucking hell. -You're supposed to land on the fucking thing. | 1:00:58 | 1:01:01 | |
Fuck off. | 1:01:02 | 1:01:03 | |
OK. OK. OK... | 1:01:04 | 1:01:07 | |
OK, OK, OK, OK... | 1:01:07 | 1:01:11 | |
OK... | 1:01:11 | 1:01:12 | |
OK. OK. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
HE PANTS | 1:01:25 | 1:01:26 | |
-That's much better. -Fuck off! | 1:01:26 | 1:01:29 | |
OK. OK, now. | 1:01:32 | 1:01:35 | |
OK. OK. OK... | 1:01:38 | 1:01:41 | |
Come on, you fucking pussy. Fucking hell. | 1:01:52 | 1:01:55 | |
What are you doing, Tug? | 1:01:55 | 1:01:56 | |
You can shut up, Mark. Before I change my fucking mind. | 1:01:57 | 1:02:00 | |
It's too fucking dangerous. Stop it. | 1:02:01 | 1:02:03 | |
I need you to put a tube in me. | 1:02:04 | 1:02:06 | |
-What? -You're a...trained medic. | 1:02:06 | 1:02:09 | |
Ah, no, mate, no. No, no, that was, | 1:02:10 | 1:02:12 | |
that was two days in Belfast, man. Two fucking years ago. | 1:02:12 | 1:02:15 | |
Piece of piss. I put one in a few weeks ago. | 1:02:15 | 1:02:17 | |
What's your name? | 1:02:18 | 1:02:20 | |
-Wha...? -I said... | 1:02:20 | 1:02:21 | |
-Harvey. -What's your name? -Jarhead. | 1:02:21 | 1:02:24 | |
Jarhead. My right lung's collapsed. If you don't cut me... | 1:02:24 | 1:02:28 | |
stick this in my chest, | 1:02:28 | 1:02:32 | |
I'll stop breathing and die. | 1:02:32 | 1:02:34 | |
Second rib. | 1:02:36 | 1:02:37 | |
Mid-clavicular. | 1:02:37 | 1:02:38 | |
I've asked you once, I can't ask again. Just cut me. | 1:02:39 | 1:02:44 | |
Fucking... | 1:02:44 | 1:02:45 | |
Halfway, Tug. Fucking awesome. | 1:02:47 | 1:02:51 | |
It's like watching him mount his missus. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
Oh, fucking hell... What the fuck am I doing? | 1:03:02 | 1:03:05 | |
Oh, fuck... | 1:03:05 | 1:03:06 | |
Oh, fuck it. | 1:03:13 | 1:03:14 | |
Sod's law you get pinged on the way back anyhow. | 1:03:16 | 1:03:18 | |
MARK: Here, I thought I told you about not walking into a room | 1:03:18 | 1:03:22 | |
until you know how you're walking out of there. | 1:03:22 | 1:03:25 | |
OK. OK. You can fucking do this. | 1:03:25 | 1:03:29 | |
You can fucking do this. | 1:03:29 | 1:03:31 | |
You can fucking do this. | 1:03:31 | 1:03:33 | |
Oh, why the fuck not? You can fucking do this! Fuck it. | 1:03:33 | 1:03:37 | |
OK. OK. | 1:03:38 | 1:03:40 | |
TUG JUMPS | 1:03:40 | 1:03:42 | |
It's all right. I trust you. | 1:03:42 | 1:03:44 | |
Second rib. | 1:03:46 | 1:03:47 | |
Just go, right. | 1:03:48 | 1:03:50 | |
-Three... -Hey! Doctor coming down. | 1:03:50 | 1:03:53 | |
Ah, fuck's sake. | 1:03:53 | 1:03:55 | |
Thank fuck for that. | 1:03:56 | 1:03:57 | |
Tension pneumothorax. | 1:03:59 | 1:04:01 | |
-What? -Tension pneumothorax. | 1:04:01 | 1:04:03 | |
Right side. I need it released, now. | 1:04:03 | 1:04:05 | |
Fuck you, fucking fuck. | 1:04:23 | 1:04:25 | |
Sir. | 1:04:26 | 1:04:28 | |
Where's my camera? | 1:04:28 | 1:04:30 | |
-I need my fucking photos. -Oi, Tug. Hold him still, buddy. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:33 | |
-He's going to set off another... -Stu, stop moving, mate. | 1:04:33 | 1:04:35 | |
-I need my fucking camera. -All right, all right. We'll get your photos, just stop moving, please. | 1:04:35 | 1:04:38 | |
Hey, pal, cas evac. | 1:04:38 | 1:04:40 | |
Ken, you got a drink of water, mate, I'm fucking dying here. | 1:04:40 | 1:04:43 | |
No, no, no, I'm out, mate. | 1:04:45 | 1:04:47 | |
Tug? Have you got any water? | 1:04:49 | 1:04:51 | |
What? You want me to pop back and get some? | 1:04:56 | 1:04:58 | |
And water! | 1:05:01 | 1:05:02 | |
Casualty evacuation, ten minutes. | 1:05:14 | 1:05:16 | |
Barlow. Heads up. | 1:05:20 | 1:05:21 | |
-MARK: Thank fuck for that. -Here, Mark. | 1:05:23 | 1:05:27 | |
OK. You got it. OK. | 1:05:28 | 1:05:31 | |
-OK, next one. -Cas evac, ten minutes. Yeah. | 1:05:31 | 1:05:33 | |
-Yeah. -Always fucking t... | 1:05:33 | 1:05:34 | |
Goddamn it! What the fuck is going on down there? Huh? | 1:05:39 | 1:05:43 | |
HE COUGHS | 1:05:56 | 1:05:57 | |
Ah, fuck! | 1:06:01 | 1:06:03 | |
Ah! fuck it... | 1:06:21 | 1:06:23 | |
What is so fucking... Man! | 1:06:26 | 1:06:29 | |
Fuck! | 1:06:29 | 1:06:31 | |
Tug, Tug, fucking help me. | 1:06:31 | 1:06:34 | |
MEN CRY OUT | 1:06:34 | 1:06:36 | |
Fucking help me. | 1:06:36 | 1:06:37 | |
OK. | 1:06:44 | 1:06:45 | |
Ken, Ken, I'll get to you when I can, OK? | 1:06:45 | 1:06:47 | |
There's a tourniquet and a morphine pen, yeah. | 1:06:50 | 1:06:52 | |
-You know what you're fucking doing, lad. -Tug! | 1:06:52 | 1:06:54 | |
Be with you in a minute, man. Be with you in a minute. | 1:06:54 | 1:06:57 | |
Tug, I need some fucking morphine. | 1:06:57 | 1:06:59 | |
OK, OK. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
Oh, God! | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
I need some fucking morphine. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:05 | |
Yeah, I'm with you, Stu. I'm with you. Prosser! | 1:07:05 | 1:07:09 | |
-I think my lung's fucked. -OK, mate. | 1:07:09 | 1:07:11 | |
I need you to lean on your side, | 1:07:11 | 1:07:13 | |
don't let any shit drain into the good one, yeah. | 1:07:13 | 1:07:16 | |
Lean up on that rock there. | 1:07:16 | 1:07:18 | |
Tug, please. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:20 | |
HE SCREAMS | 1:07:22 | 1:07:24 | |
Stu, have a pen, yeah? | 1:07:24 | 1:07:26 | |
Find somewhere soft, give it ten. That's your lot, all right? | 1:07:26 | 1:07:28 | |
Thanks, mate. | 1:07:28 | 1:07:29 | |
What are we going to do with you? | 1:07:32 | 1:07:34 | |
Fuck you. | 1:07:34 | 1:07:36 | |
All right, mate. All right, OK. | 1:07:36 | 1:07:38 | |
Where's the fucking blood going? | 1:07:38 | 1:07:40 | |
You're all right, pal. I got you. | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
Bite down. | 1:07:55 | 1:07:57 | |
..Stay with us now, OK? | 1:08:06 | 1:08:08 | |
Lad, it's all right. Yeah, take it easy now, all right. | 1:08:09 | 1:08:15 | |
Hold on a minute. Any minute the helicopter's going to come, right? | 1:08:15 | 1:08:19 | |
Stay with us, now, OK? | 1:08:22 | 1:08:23 | |
Prosser, are we ready? | 1:08:51 | 1:08:53 | |
Hold on. | 1:08:53 | 1:08:54 | |
All right, lads. | 1:08:54 | 1:08:57 | |
ZAP numbers on my say, yeah. Give the medics a head start. | 1:08:57 | 1:09:01 | |
Half a fucking job, Ken. | 1:09:03 | 1:09:04 | |
Could have done it a lot better myself, but it'll do for now. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:07 | |
-It still fucking hurts! -You've had your left pin nipped off, pal. | 1:09:07 | 1:09:10 | |
It's meant to hurt, but the morphine'll kick in soon, yeah. | 1:09:10 | 1:09:14 | |
MEN GROAN AND PANT | 1:09:14 | 1:09:16 | |
Er. OK, OK, go. | 1:09:27 | 1:09:30 | |
All right, Stu. Go, pal. | 1:09:32 | 1:09:35 | |
I cannae... | 1:09:37 | 1:09:38 | |
-I cannae fucking remember. -Don't be a fucking bender, Stu. | 1:09:39 | 1:09:42 | |
It's important information, it could save your fucking life, pal. | 1:09:42 | 1:09:45 | |
-Cool it, Mark, cool it, Mark, cool it. -Stu, go! | 1:09:45 | 1:09:48 | |
Pearson, Corporal, SH, 3 Para... | 1:09:55 | 1:10:00 | |
Papa 6439. | 1:10:03 | 1:10:08 | |
P1, left fucking peg. | 1:10:08 | 1:10:11 | |
Sorry, sorry, wait, Papa what? | 1:10:11 | 1:10:13 | |
Papa 6439. | 1:10:13 | 1:10:14 | |
OK, and a, a left, what? | 1:10:16 | 1:10:19 | |
Jesus fucking Christ, anyone here speak gangsta? | 1:10:19 | 1:10:23 | |
Sorry. Right. Got it now. | 1:10:23 | 1:10:25 | |
Ken, you're up next, pal. Go on. | 1:10:25 | 1:10:28 | |
Barlow. Fusilier. | 1:10:30 | 1:10:33 | |
-How about you, mate? How you doing? BARLOW: -AL 2RRF. | 1:10:33 | 1:10:39 | |
-Yeah, I'm all right. I think I might get a tan out of this, though. -Here. | 1:10:39 | 1:10:42 | |
-BARLOW: -Bravo five... | 1:10:42 | 1:10:43 | |
Keep an eye on Stu, yeah. He's all over the fucking shop. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:47 | |
He's slamming the morphine sticks like they're fucking voddies. | 1:10:47 | 1:10:50 | |
How's it look? | 1:10:50 | 1:10:53 | |
Barlow, Fusilier, AL, 2RRF. | 1:10:53 | 1:10:58 | |
-AL? Thought you were called fucking Ken? -Bravo 5376... P1. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:01 | |
My name's Andy. | 1:11:01 | 1:11:02 | |
-Why are you called Ken? -Ah, don't be a spaz, Tug. | 1:11:03 | 1:11:06 | |
-Ken Barlow? -Hmm. | 1:11:08 | 1:11:10 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 1:11:10 | 1:11:13 | |
Ken fucking Barlow? | 1:11:13 | 1:11:14 | |
Ken fucking Barlow! | 1:11:19 | 1:11:21 | |
OK, OK, pal. All right, all right. | 1:11:22 | 1:11:24 | |
Here you are, Stu, pal. Let's get some water on board. | 1:11:36 | 1:11:39 | |
-Hey. -What, pal? | 1:11:50 | 1:11:52 | |
-What's your name, Scalie? -Jonesy, Jones. | 1:11:54 | 1:11:58 | |
It's a shit nickname. | 1:12:00 | 1:12:02 | |
You do any better? | 1:12:02 | 1:12:04 | |
Stu. | 1:12:04 | 1:12:06 | |
That's not a nickname. | 1:12:06 | 1:12:08 | |
Stu Hale. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:09 | |
Haley. I, er... | 1:12:11 | 1:12:12 | |
-I tried to get them to go for Halo. -Nice. | 1:12:14 | 1:12:19 | |
-But Stu stuck. -So... | 1:12:19 | 1:12:23 | |
what do they call the other Stu? | 1:12:23 | 1:12:26 | |
Stu. | 1:12:26 | 1:12:28 | |
Someone needs to look at that. | 1:12:28 | 1:12:30 | |
It's all my fault, isn't it? | 1:12:34 | 1:12:36 | |
No. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:38 | |
-It's not your fault, mate. -Don't talk like that, mucker. | 1:12:38 | 1:12:41 | |
Think about getting out of here. Think about your family. | 1:12:41 | 1:12:45 | |
Yeah. Hey, yeah. Have you got any kids? | 1:12:45 | 1:12:49 | |
Hmm. Jimmy. He's, er, five. He's, he's a good kid. And... | 1:12:49 | 1:12:54 | |
-..and I got another one on the way... -Yeah. | 1:12:56 | 1:13:00 | |
Oi, Smudge. | 1:13:04 | 1:13:05 | |
You tell Shannon, yeah... | 1:13:08 | 1:13:09 | |
you tell her if it's a boy... | 1:13:12 | 1:13:14 | |
you fucking tell her to call him Alexander, yeah? | 1:13:17 | 1:13:21 | |
And if it's a girl, call her Sofia. | 1:13:21 | 1:13:24 | |
Would you do that mate, for me, yeah? | 1:13:24 | 1:13:27 | |
-I need you to fucking do that for me. -Shut up! No, I'm not going to tell her that. | 1:13:27 | 1:13:30 | |
I'm not going to tell her anything. | 1:13:30 | 1:13:32 | |
Right, cos if I need to clear a route | 1:13:32 | 1:13:34 | |
with my bare fucking hands all the way to Camp Bastion | 1:13:34 | 1:13:36 | |
I'm getting you out of this gash pit. Do you hear me? | 1:13:36 | 1:13:38 | |
And it's not going to be, what is it, Sofia, fucking Alexander | 1:13:38 | 1:13:41 | |
it'll be fucking Smudge Junior, or Smudgella. | 1:13:41 | 1:13:45 | |
And I'll tell you something else, mush, you're going to fucking make selection, and all. | 1:13:45 | 1:13:48 | |
You're going to be the first fucking one-legged, bunny-hopping badge there's ever been, all right? | 1:13:48 | 1:13:51 | |
So none of this fucking platform four, self-pity fucking bullshit. | 1:13:51 | 1:13:56 | |
We spent too much BST getting you this far. | 1:13:56 | 1:13:58 | |
We haven't given up on you, | 1:13:58 | 1:13:59 | |
the least you could do is not give up on us, you cunt. | 1:13:59 | 1:14:02 | |
Jesus, Smudge, easy on. | 1:14:08 | 1:14:11 | |
-"Gash pit". -Shut the fuck up. | 1:14:12 | 1:14:16 | |
Fucking beautiful. | 1:14:18 | 1:14:20 | |
PEARSON SINGS UNINTELLIGIBLY | 1:14:20 | 1:14:23 | |
-BARLOW: -Shit. Tug, it still fucking hurts. | 1:14:29 | 1:14:34 | |
The morphine will work, pal. You just got to give it time. | 1:14:34 | 1:14:38 | |
It's been a fucking hour, man. | 1:14:38 | 1:14:42 | |
It's been half an hour, Ken. Let me tell you something, Ken. | 1:14:42 | 1:14:45 | |
The more you shout, the faster your heartbeat, the quicker you'll bleed out. | 1:14:45 | 1:14:48 | |
All right, so for your own good, and ours, just shut your fucking jimmy, all right. | 1:14:48 | 1:14:51 | |
OK, OK. | 1:14:51 | 1:14:53 | |
All right, Mark, I'm just going to have another look at this, yeah? | 1:14:59 | 1:15:02 | |
It's going to fucking hurt so bite down, mate. | 1:15:02 | 1:15:04 | |
OK. | 1:15:05 | 1:15:06 | |
MARK GROANS | 1:15:09 | 1:15:10 | |
Right, all of you. Just fucking... | 1:15:20 | 1:15:23 | |
ignore this next bit, yeah, ignore what I fucking say. | 1:15:23 | 1:15:25 | |
Jay, Smudge. I'm going to talk shit for a bit to keep things moving, all right? | 1:15:25 | 1:15:30 | |
Just fucking... Everyone fucking ignore what I say, OK? | 1:15:30 | 1:15:34 | |
Right, listen to me, you pricks! | 1:15:38 | 1:15:40 | |
We've been waiting for this chopper for three fucking hours. | 1:15:40 | 1:15:44 | |
And if it don't come soon, | 1:15:44 | 1:15:45 | |
and I'm talking NOW, people are going to start dying down here. | 1:15:45 | 1:15:49 | |
Minutes, all right, that's what we've fucking got. | 1:15:49 | 1:15:53 | |
You have to fucking sort it out! | 1:15:53 | 1:15:55 | |
C-Cas evac. How long? | 1:16:02 | 1:16:04 | |
Just going to catch 40 winks, lads. | 1:16:16 | 1:16:19 | |
-Stu. -While Cathy gets her nails done. | 1:16:19 | 1:16:22 | |
-No fucking Kraut's getting this deckchair off me. -Stu, don't go to sleep, man. | 1:16:22 | 1:16:25 | |
Unless they want a fucking set... | 1:16:27 | 1:16:29 | |
-Stu, you're talking shit, pal. -I'm up, I'm up. | 1:16:29 | 1:16:32 | |
Sorry, man. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:34 | |
Fuck. I'm back in the room, lads. I'm back in the room. | 1:16:34 | 1:16:37 | |
Fuck. | 1:16:40 | 1:16:41 | |
Hey, lads. | 1:16:42 | 1:16:43 | |
I'd kill anybody right now for a cold tin of brew, so is. | 1:16:44 | 1:16:47 | |
That's it, mate. Cheerful fucking thoughts. | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
-Mark, you're getting married, so I hear. -Hmm. Aye. November. | 1:16:56 | 1:17:02 | |
Just as well, lads, think my wanking days are over. | 1:17:03 | 1:17:06 | |
Might need to get my suit re-measured, though. | 1:17:07 | 1:17:10 | |
Think she'll fucking recognise me? | 1:17:17 | 1:17:19 | |
Course she fucking will. | 1:17:21 | 1:17:22 | |
-Mark? -Hmm? Aye? | 1:17:24 | 1:17:26 | |
You going to...you going to have a big piss-up afters? | 1:17:28 | 1:17:31 | |
Oh, you bet you. Er, Minto Hotel. Bells and whistles. | 1:17:32 | 1:17:39 | |
-Yeah? -If we get out of this, you, you lads are all coming, yeah. | 1:17:39 | 1:17:44 | |
-Cash bar? -Fuck you. | 1:17:44 | 1:17:46 | |
Fucking cash bar(!) | 1:17:46 | 1:17:48 | |
Fucking arse. | 1:17:48 | 1:17:50 | |
Free bar, fuck, free bar. | 1:17:50 | 1:17:52 | |
Ah, fucking hell. That's diamond. I'm going to fucking go all out. | 1:17:52 | 1:17:57 | |
-Aye? -I...I haven't been legless since February. | 1:17:57 | 1:18:01 | |
-PEARSON: -You don't need to fucking worry about that any more, do you, Barlow? | 1:18:02 | 1:18:06 | |
THEY LAUGH | 1:18:06 | 1:18:07 | |
Ah, I'm going to be fucking legless every night, now. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:13 | |
-PEARSON: -Ken Barlow. | 1:18:13 | 1:18:15 | |
Hey, lads. I just realised, we don't need to worry about the third mine any more. | 1:18:15 | 1:18:21 | |
Good old Ken's fucking found it for us. Cheers, Ken! | 1:18:21 | 1:18:26 | |
Always getting dicked, mate. | 1:18:28 | 1:18:30 | |
MARK: The really funny thing is, boys... | 1:18:30 | 1:18:32 | |
they didn't get fucking planted here, they all just washed off the hill | 1:18:32 | 1:18:35 | |
and down to the river beds. | 1:18:35 | 1:18:37 | |
There could be fucking hundreds of them... | 1:18:37 | 1:18:40 | |
All around here. All around us. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:44 | |
-PEARSON: -Great place for a fucking bimble, lads. | 1:18:44 | 1:18:47 | |
Quick snipe, then it's tea and fucking medals. | 1:18:47 | 1:18:50 | |
Cas evac, ten minutes. | 1:18:50 | 1:18:51 | |
-HALE: -Um... | 1:19:06 | 1:19:07 | |
what's his name... fucking, um, Jeffrey Dahmer? | 1:19:08 | 1:19:14 | |
-SMUDGE: -No. Two more. | 1:19:14 | 1:19:16 | |
-HALE: -Jack the Ripper. | 1:19:18 | 1:19:20 | |
-SMUDGE: -No. Last guess, make it a good one. | 1:19:20 | 1:19:24 | |
-Come on, give me, give me some more... -Eh? What did you say? "Rules is rules", Stu. | 1:19:24 | 1:19:29 | |
I just had my fucking leg blown off, mate. | 1:19:29 | 1:19:32 | |
Is that how it's going to be now? "Oh, my poor leg. Oi, lend us a quid, Smudge." | 1:19:32 | 1:19:38 | |
All right, fuck off. | 1:19:38 | 1:19:39 | |
-Hannibal Lecter? -Nah. | 1:19:46 | 1:19:48 | |
Let's call it quits. | 1:19:48 | 1:19:50 | |
Harold Shipman. | 1:19:51 | 1:19:54 | |
Harold fucking who? | 1:19:56 | 1:19:57 | |
Harold Shipman, the Doctor of Death. | 1:19:57 | 1:20:00 | |
No, I've never heard of him. | 1:20:00 | 1:20:02 | |
Of course you have. He killed, like, 200 people, maybe more. | 1:20:02 | 1:20:05 | |
-He's not, like, fucking world famous, is he? -He's from your neck of the woods. | 1:20:05 | 1:20:09 | |
You know exactly who I'm talking about. | 1:20:09 | 1:20:12 | |
-Well, there's not a fucking plaque to him. -He's up there. You'd be surprised. | 1:20:12 | 1:20:16 | |
We're never getting out of here. | 1:20:16 | 1:20:19 | |
-HALE: -I reckon you made him up. | 1:20:20 | 1:20:21 | |
-SNOOP: -Ten minutes. | 1:20:33 | 1:20:35 | |
Kenneth Arthur Barlow. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:45 | |
-Hey, Ken! -HE GROANS | 1:20:48 | 1:20:50 | |
-It still fucking hurts. -Yeah, that's good, mucker. | 1:20:52 | 1:20:54 | |
If it's hurting it means you're alive, mate. All right? | 1:20:56 | 1:20:59 | |
Stu. | 1:21:02 | 1:21:04 | |
Stu, punch your card. | 1:21:06 | 1:21:08 | |
-My camera... -Fucking camera, pal. | 1:21:08 | 1:21:10 | |
I need more fucking morphine. | 1:21:14 | 1:21:18 | |
You take the pain, Stu. You're a big lad, you'll be all right. | 1:21:18 | 1:21:21 | |
Mark? | 1:21:26 | 1:21:28 | |
No fucking snoozing, boys, yeah? | 1:21:30 | 1:21:33 | |
-Prosser? You with us? -Yeah. | 1:21:35 | 1:21:39 | |
Y... Yeah. Yeah. | 1:21:39 | 1:21:41 | |
Keep talking to me, Prosser. | 1:21:41 | 1:21:44 | |
Talk about what? | 1:21:44 | 1:21:46 | |
You tell me, pal. | 1:21:46 | 1:21:47 | |
We could talk about the weather. | 1:21:49 | 1:21:51 | |
Short, fucking conversation. | 1:21:51 | 1:21:53 | |
T-Tell you what, | 1:21:56 | 1:21:57 | |
I'm trying to think if I've had worse birthdays than this. | 1:21:58 | 1:22:02 | |
And I've had some shit ones. | 1:22:04 | 1:22:05 | |
When I was eight, my... | 1:22:12 | 1:22:15 | |
..mum and dad clean out fucking forgot. | 1:22:15 | 1:22:17 | |
All day long I was thinking, they're just pretending. | 1:22:19 | 1:22:24 | |
They're going to spring this monster fucking surprise on me. | 1:22:24 | 1:22:27 | |
Even when I'm having my tea | 1:22:29 | 1:22:32 | |
in the bath, | 1:22:32 | 1:22:35 | |
getting into fucking bed... | 1:22:35 | 1:22:37 | |
I'm thinking, oh, these guys are good. | 1:22:37 | 1:22:39 | |
Then they shut the door, turned out the lights | 1:22:42 | 1:22:45 | |
and that was it. | 1:22:48 | 1:22:49 | |
I cried like a burst fucking drain. | 1:22:51 | 1:22:53 | |
Then they came back in, though, yeah? | 1:22:56 | 1:22:58 | |
No. | 1:22:58 | 1:22:59 | |
No. | 1:22:59 | 1:23:00 | |
They fucking forgot. | 1:23:01 | 1:23:04 | |
But this is shitter. | 1:23:04 | 1:23:05 | |
Well, we can do something about that, can't we boys? | 1:23:09 | 1:23:12 | |
Stu. | 1:23:12 | 1:23:14 | |
Ken, Mark. | 1:23:14 | 1:23:16 | |
# Happy birthday to you! # | 1:23:16 | 1:23:19 | |
-Right, come on boys, Fucking loud, Stu. -MEN: # Happy birthday to you...! # | 1:23:19 | 1:23:22 | |
Louder! | 1:23:22 | 1:23:24 | |
MEN: # Happy birthday, David Prosser, happy birthday to you! # | 1:23:24 | 1:23:31 | |
One more time, boys, loud. Nice and loud, let him hear you. | 1:23:31 | 1:23:34 | |
MEN: # Happy birthday to you...! # | 1:23:34 | 1:23:37 | |
-Ken, let's hear you. -OK. | 1:23:37 | 1:23:38 | |
MEN: # Happy birthday to you! | 1:23:38 | 1:23:41 | |
# Happy birthday, David Prosser, happy birthday to you! | 1:23:41 | 1:23:48 | |
# Happy birthday to you. Happy bir... # | 1:23:50 | 1:23:56 | |
STACCATO GROANS | 1:23:58 | 1:24:00 | |
MARK: Tug. Stay on fucking target, man. | 1:24:35 | 1:24:39 | |
My leg still fucking hurts. | 1:24:43 | 1:24:44 | |
Tug, this fucking morphine isn't working. | 1:24:49 | 1:24:51 | |
There ain't no more, Ken. | 1:24:55 | 1:24:56 | |
Tug. | 1:25:02 | 1:25:03 | |
-SLURRED: -Tug, give me another stick. | 1:25:06 | 1:25:10 | |
MARK: Don't you fucking drop. | 1:25:10 | 1:25:11 | |
Just fucking give it me, pal. | 1:25:12 | 1:25:14 | |
Don't you drop, Stu. Don't you dare fucking drop. | 1:25:16 | 1:25:20 | |
You hang in there, mate. | 1:25:20 | 1:25:22 | |
You fucking hear me? | 1:25:22 | 1:25:24 | |
We're 3 Para and we're going to get through this together. | 1:25:25 | 1:25:28 | |
We are 3 fucking Para. | 1:25:31 | 1:25:35 | |
Remember the fucking history, boys. | 1:25:35 | 1:25:38 | |
Arnhem, Mount Longdon. | 1:25:38 | 1:25:41 | |
Fucking Kajaki, now. | 1:25:44 | 1:25:45 | |
We are 3 fucking Para. | 1:25:53 | 1:25:56 | |
Don't you dare fucking drop. | 1:25:58 | 1:25:59 | |
We are 3 fucking Para. | 1:26:02 | 1:26:05 | |
Utrinque Paratus. "Ready for fucking anything". | 1:26:07 | 1:26:13 | |
You fucking hear me? | 1:26:17 | 1:26:18 | |
-BARLOW SINGS: -# Oh, Lancashire is wonderful! | 1:26:34 | 1:26:40 | |
# Oh, Lancashire is wonderful! | 1:26:40 | 1:26:43 | |
# It's full of tits | 1:26:45 | 1:26:46 | |
# Fanny and wanderers | 1:26:47 | 1:26:49 | |
# Oh, Lancashire is wonderful... # | 1:26:50 | 1:26:54 | |
Water? | 1:26:59 | 1:27:01 | |
-What? -Water. | 1:27:01 | 1:27:02 | |
There we go. | 1:27:26 | 1:27:27 | |
That's it, pal. | 1:27:30 | 1:27:31 | |
-OK? -I'm good. I'm finished. Fucking... | 1:27:31 | 1:27:35 | |
It's disgusting, man. | 1:27:35 | 1:27:36 | |
Hey, give us a minute, man. | 1:27:38 | 1:27:39 | |
I think I've got a bottle of champagne in the fucking bag. | 1:27:39 | 1:27:42 | |
Looks like you're out of luck, mate. | 1:27:48 | 1:27:49 | |
-It's funny... -What's that? | 1:27:51 | 1:27:54 | |
My mum always said I was born under a lucky star. | 1:27:58 | 1:28:01 | |
How? | 1:28:01 | 1:28:02 | |
Kept on winning things, you know, like raffles and stuff. | 1:28:04 | 1:28:10 | |
Yeah. | 1:28:10 | 1:28:11 | |
I won her a pair of diamond earrings at the Sabre Centre. | 1:28:13 | 1:28:17 | |
She always wore them when I came home. | 1:28:17 | 1:28:19 | |
And I've always felt lucky. | 1:28:24 | 1:28:25 | |
My life. | 1:28:27 | 1:28:28 | |
My job. | 1:28:31 | 1:28:32 | |
Gill. | 1:28:34 | 1:28:35 | |
So lucky. | 1:28:38 | 1:28:40 | |
-PEARSON: -You're no' fucking wrong, Mark. | 1:28:42 | 1:28:44 | |
You're the luckiest guy I know, mate. | 1:28:48 | 1:28:50 | |
You could sail through a shit storm, buddy | 1:28:53 | 1:28:56 | |
and come out smelling of fuckin' roses. Eh? | 1:28:56 | 1:28:59 | |
-TUG: -There you go. | 1:29:07 | 1:29:09 | |
You'll come out of this as well, too, pal. | 1:29:10 | 1:29:12 | |
I think my luck's run out, guys. | 1:29:15 | 1:29:16 | |
No, pal, you just gotta... you just gotta hold on. | 1:29:18 | 1:29:22 | |
Just hold on, pal. | 1:29:22 | 1:29:23 | |
I'm cold, Tug. | 1:29:27 | 1:29:29 | |
I'm fucking cold. | 1:29:33 | 1:29:35 | |
Not long now, Mark. We'll have you out of here. | 1:29:35 | 1:29:37 | |
I'm going, I can feel it, I'm fucking dying... | 1:29:39 | 1:29:42 | |
No, you're...you're not. | 1:29:42 | 1:29:44 | |
-I am. -No, you're not. You're all right... Fine. | 1:29:44 | 1:29:46 | |
Tell Gill that I love her. | 1:29:59 | 1:30:01 | |
Tell her I want her to be happy... | 1:30:03 | 1:30:05 | |
want her to marry some other fella. | 1:30:07 | 1:30:09 | |
I ain't fuckin'... Shut up with all that shit now. | 1:30:09 | 1:30:12 | |
Tell my mum and dad that I love them. | 1:30:14 | 1:30:17 | |
Tell them have a piss-up on me at the Minto. | 1:30:19 | 1:30:22 | |
No cash bar. | 1:30:22 | 1:30:24 | |
Tell them to look after my dog. | 1:30:28 | 1:30:32 | |
-You fuckin' getting this? -I'm with you. | 1:30:32 | 1:30:34 | |
-PEARSON: -Shut the fuck up, Mark. | 1:30:35 | 1:30:37 | |
This time next week, mate... | 1:30:41 | 1:30:44 | |
..we're going to be drinking cold lager in the Fox, buddy. | 1:30:44 | 1:30:46 | |
Telling our fuckin' war stories. | 1:30:48 | 1:30:50 | |
Impressin' the fuckin' locals, eh? | 1:30:52 | 1:30:55 | |
Tell my uncle that I died being a good soldier, eh? | 1:30:57 | 1:31:02 | |
A good Para. | 1:31:02 | 1:31:03 | |
Would do, mate, but you're not fuckin' dying, eh, you big squeeze. | 1:31:18 | 1:31:22 | |
MARK GROANS | 1:31:22 | 1:31:24 | |
-We'll get you out of here... -Yeah. | 1:31:24 | 1:31:26 | |
Just fuckin' hold on, pal. Eh? | 1:31:29 | 1:31:31 | |
MARK GROANS | 1:31:31 | 1:31:32 | |
You hold on. | 1:31:32 | 1:31:34 | |
HELICOPTER ENGINE | 1:31:41 | 1:31:43 | |
Fuck! Fuck! No! | 1:32:15 | 1:32:17 | |
Cover up! | 1:32:19 | 1:32:20 | |
Tell him it's a fuckin' minefield! | 1:32:21 | 1:32:24 | |
-It's a minefield. -It's a fucking minefield! | 1:32:24 | 1:32:27 | |
Fuckin' minefield! Hey! | 1:32:32 | 1:32:35 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No! | 1:32:35 | 1:32:38 | |
It's a fuckin' minefield! Watch your step. | 1:32:40 | 1:32:42 | |
Hang on! Wait till your guys know. It's a minefield. | 1:32:44 | 1:32:47 | |
Right. Right guys, come on. Let's get him over there now. | 1:32:47 | 1:32:49 | |
-See you fuckin' soon, man. All right? -Give me my fucking rifle! | 1:32:49 | 1:32:53 | |
Watch your heads, right, lads! Watch your fuckin' heads! | 1:33:04 | 1:33:08 | |
-RADIO: -'Alpha, we're extracting the...LZ...zero point.' | 1:33:25 | 1:33:28 | |
-RADIO: -'On point. Copy that.' | 1:33:28 | 1:33:30 | |
Over here, critical! | 1:33:38 | 1:33:40 | |
Morphine. One. | 1:33:40 | 1:33:41 | |
Morphine. One. | 1:33:41 | 1:33:43 | |
He's got a bad bleed on the right side. | 1:33:43 | 1:33:45 | |
All right, Mark? | 1:33:49 | 1:33:50 | |
Mark! You with me? | 1:33:53 | 1:33:56 | |
You're up! You're up! OK, got him. | 1:33:56 | 1:33:58 | |
-Prepare to change. -Let's get this guy loaded on. | 1:34:25 | 1:34:27 | |
This guy's a fuckin' hero. | 1:34:27 | 1:34:29 | |
Stu? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? | 1:34:33 | 1:34:37 | |
-Is he OK? -He's going to be all right, buddy. | 1:34:39 | 1:34:41 | |
Out... Stop. Right, take over. And away. | 1:34:52 | 1:34:56 | |
Did they all get out? | 1:35:04 | 1:35:05 | |
Yes, Mark. They all got out. | 1:35:07 | 1:35:09 | |
Mark? Mark? Crash! | 1:35:15 | 1:35:16 | |
Need morphine. | 1:35:57 | 1:35:58 | |
-SPUD: -Any of you who were in there | 1:36:00 | 1:36:01 | |
I want you down on the HLS. Get yourselves checked out. | 1:36:01 | 1:36:05 | |
# Here's a new place, here are new faces | 1:36:19 | 1:36:23 | |
# And yet you are all that I see | 1:36:23 | 1:36:26 | |
# There is your T-shirt | 1:36:27 | 1:36:30 | |
# There is your jacket and that's how your hair used to be | 1:36:30 | 1:36:35 | |
# Come with me through the sand and the snow | 1:36:36 | 1:36:40 | |
# Run with me as the rain starts to flow | 1:36:40 | 1:36:44 | |
# I'll dream of you every night | 1:36:44 | 1:36:49 | |
# And I'll love you for all of my life | 1:36:49 | 1:36:52 | |
# You will be close as we all make a toast to the good times | 1:36:53 | 1:36:59 | |
# The new and the old | 1:36:59 | 1:37:01 | |
# Sharing the night, we all laughed | 1:37:02 | 1:37:05 | |
# Till we cried at the stories and jokes that you told | 1:37:05 | 1:37:10 | |
# Stand with us as we all reunite | 1:37:10 | 1:37:15 | |
# Dance with us till the sky becomes light | 1:37:15 | 1:37:19 | |
# We'll think of you every night | 1:37:19 | 1:37:23 | |
# And we'll love you for all of our lives | 1:37:23 | 1:37:27 | |
# I can't pretend I felt fine at the end | 1:37:45 | 1:37:48 | |
# As I watched you walk out and leave | 1:37:48 | 1:37:52 | |
# But I hear your voice as you made your choice and said | 1:37:53 | 1:37:58 | |
# This is the life for me | 1:37:58 | 1:38:02 | |
# We hear your laugh in the stories we tell | 1:38:02 | 1:38:07 | |
# Remember your smile as you waved us farewell | 1:38:07 | 1:38:11 | |
# We'll think of you every night | 1:38:11 | 1:38:15 | |
# And we'll love you for all of our lives | 1:38:15 | 1:38:20 | |
# Run with me through the sand and the snow | 1:38:20 | 1:38:24 | |
# Hold me close as the rain starts to flow | 1:38:24 | 1:38:28 | |
# I'll be with you every night | 1:38:30 | 1:38:35 | |
# And I'll love you for all of my life | 1:38:35 | 1:38:39 | |
# I'll love you for all of my life. # | 1:38:40 | 1:38:44 | |
-RADIO: -'Emerald Seven-Nine, confirm D3s. Over. | 1:39:06 | 1:39:09 | |
'Zero, nothing good. Out. | 1:39:09 | 1:39:13 | |
'Cobalt Four Five. Team close. Over. | 1:39:13 | 1:39:16 | |
'Emerald Seven-Nine confirmed merge. Wheels up. Over.' | 1:39:17 | 1:39:20 | |
'Bronze Seven-Seven. Movement on eastern edge of Wombat Wood... | 1:39:21 | 1:39:26 | |
'Can Hermes get eyes up? Over. | 1:39:26 | 1:39:27 | |
'Zero. No, I say again. I need a lock-stat on the MERT. Over. | 1:39:29 | 1:39:34 | |
'Emerald Seven-Nine. Roger. We need fast air now... Bravos quick. Over. | 1:39:34 | 1:39:39 | |
'Cobalt Four-Five. Contact. | 1:39:40 | 1:39:42 | |
RPG firing point in the vicinity of Kilo Five-Two. Over. | 1:39:42 | 1:39:46 | |
'Bronze Seven-Seven. Contact. Wait out. | 1:39:47 | 1:39:51 | |
'Taliban still hold the bridge north of the DC. | 1:39:51 | 1:39:53 | |
'I've got no eyes on it at this time. Over. | 1:39:53 | 1:39:56 | |
'Sandstone Two-Eight. Sandstone Two-Eight. Zero. Roger. | 1:39:56 | 1:39:59 | |
'Be aware that Kajaki TIC is closed. | 1:39:59 | 1:40:01 | |
So we have prioritised your location. | 1:40:01 | 1:40:04 | |
'Stand by for er, ETA on cas evac. Over.' | 1:40:04 | 1:40:07 |