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Come on, put some effort in!

Come on, son!

Right in the kisser!

Keep moving. That's it, son.

Get your hands up, lad!

Come on. Left, right, left, right!

That's it! Come on!

That's it! Into him, Hook!

Keep fucking going! Controlled aggression.

That's it, keep throwing. One, two. One, two.

Lads, keep throwing. Good work.

Take it and give it back.

That's it, keep going. Lovely.

All right, time!

I said, time! Fucking break 'em!

Good lads.

You'll do for me, boys.

Back in line. Next.

Next.

Welcome to the regiment.

Watch your footing, boys.

Open it up a bit. Open it up a bit.

Come on, stay with me.

Stay with me.

Steady.

Watch it.

Keep moving.

Get back to your fucking feet!

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

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

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

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

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

Do not be afraid of the water.

Plough through it. Plough through it.

Pull yourself up, Thompson.

Keep that head down.

Nice one. Come on, Hook. Good work, son.

That's it.

Pull yourself...

Come on, then, Hook.

Help him out, Thompson.

Help him out, Thompson. Come on, drag him.

Up the wall, go!

Go on, get up there!

Come on, get your back against the wall. Get him up there.

Come on, stop messing around.

Go on, get him up. Drag him up.

Go on, that's it, help each other. Help each other! That's it.

- Come on, Thommo. - Your lives are in each other's hands.

Teamwork, boys. Teamwork.

Well done, guys. Get his knees up.

Go on, keep moving!

Keep it going! Keep it going!

What are you doing? Leave him!

You can send a medic back when you reach your objective.

Now get back in formation before you get everybody killed!

Hands off cocks and pull on socks!

Come on, get fell in!

Platoon... Platoon, 'shun!

Because of the deteriorating security situation in Belfast,

your regiment is now being deployed there on an emergency basis.

Any questions?

- We're not going to Germany? - You're going to Belfast.

I take it you all know where Belfast is?

Northern Ireland, the United Kingdom.

Here.

You are not leaving this country.

What's up wi' you?

Come on, Darren, our kid, eat your food before it gets cold, mate.

'Ey up, listen...

I don't want you worried about me, OK?

I'll be fine. I promise you.

Now, come on, eat up.

I'm not even leaving the country, so you've got nothing to worry about.

- Got a girlfriend? - No.

No?

Let me see your teeth.

You liar!

Wa-hey-hey!

Go on, then! Go on!

Right, I'll be back soon, OK?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Hug.

- All children must be back by five pm. - Go on.

You of all people should remember that, Hook.

Offload. Welcome to Ireland.

Come down. I want you lining up with your gun over there.

Quickly, and up the stairs.

Come on, move.

Move, move, move.

That's right, single file.

Single file. Drop your gun off.

Right, this is where you eat and sleep.

I'll show you where you shit in a minute.

Why you look so gormless?

Were you expecting the fucking Ritz?

Get your kit squared away.

Get a fucking brew on.

You're not at the depot now, boys.

You've got to look after yourselves.

And don't worry,

you'll only be staying here till one of the Paddies shoots you anyway.

Come on, hurry up and organise yourselves. Hurry up and come inside, man!

Attention!

At ease.

I'm Lieutenant Armitage, your platoon commander.

I um...

I just wanted to meet the new boys.

I'm a bit of a new boy myself, actually.

Well, looking forward to getting to know you all over the next couple of days.

Anyway, hello.

Well, carry on.

You heard what the man said. Carry on.

You can't sleep?

Ta.

- Who are they? - MRF, undercover guys.

Nothing to do with us.

Pay attention. Now, this is basic information but very necessary.

Roughly, very roughly,

you can divide the city between the Protestant Loyalist east, here in orange,

friendly.

And the Catholic Nationalist west in green,

hostile.

Both communities have paramilitary factions itching to get at each other.

You need to be aware that within the Republican movement

we're seeing a split between the older official IRA elements

and the younger more radical street-fighting element,

the Provisionals.

This is the front line, boys.

Catholics and Protestants living side by side, at each other's throats,

divided by the Falls Road.

You can use the Divis Flats at the top of the Falls Road

as an orientation point,

but do not enter the flats.

They've become an IRA stronghold.

Very dangerous.

I think that's all. Dismissed.

Your rifle.

Look lively!

- Expecting a riot, Sergeant? - I thought we should be prepared, sir.

Today's operation is to assist the RUC in conducting a house search

in the Catholic community.

I want berets, Sergeant. No riot gear.

- Are you sure, sir? - We need to reassure people.

We're here to protect them. We need to look them in the eye and tell them that.

Carry on.

All right, boys, you heard the man.

Shields and helmets back here.

Berets on.

Come on, quick as you can! Load up.

Get on. We have to move out in two minutes.

We've got to reassure the Paddy.

Quick.

Emergency crisis my arse!

Apparently the birds fucking love us over here, lads.

Mate of mine was out here last year. "Chucking fucking knickers at us."

Brilliant, mate.

Looks like Leeds.

Stop here.

Stop here, Corporal.

No street signs.

If that's north, then we must be near the Falls Road.

Oh!

Fuck me! We must be near the Falls Road. It's pish!

Get on to HQ and advise the road is barricaded.

Quickly.

You dickheads!

Get out of here now, you dickheads!

Oh!

- Get out of here, you fucking shitbags! - All units to double one two.

Youse fucking creeps!

Get out of Ireland now!

Get out of this country! None of us likes you!

Go!

Get down, get down, get down!

Get into a bit of bother, lads?

Follow us.

Right, load up, chaps.

Load up!

Come on. Hurry up, hurry up.

You want to make sure you're ready.

We've got to be quick.

OK, boys.

Dismount!

All right, boys, you want to cordon off the house both sides.

All right, boys, I want you to cordon off both sides of the house

by forming a line from this side all the way down to this side.

Move your fucking arses!

Move!

Move your fucking arses!

The guns, where are they?

Where are the fucking guns, you Fenian bitch?

You're with me, come here.

There are no guns in this house!

Don't you be fucking lying! Where's the fucking guns?

Where's the fucking guns?

Right, just stay fucking there.

Stay there. Just stay there.

That'll do. That'll do there, thank you.