Our Girl

Now, please don't tell me we've got the only medic who can't stand the sight of blood.

Bashira. That's a lovely name.

- I'm Molly. - Molly?

That kid is spotting for the Taliban and reporting back.

GUNSHOTS

- Man down! - That's Smurf!

Sir, he's losing blood. I can get to him.

- EXPLOSION - Molly!

I was a dickhead. I'm telling you, I've learnt a big lesson.

I'm going to come back to you.

- Well done, Dawes. - Thank you, Sir.

You're an excellent medic.

You're proving yourself.

VOICES TALK OVER EACH OTHER

Bashira.

You dropped this at the market.

I've been chasing you.

- Thank you. - That's all right.

That's what we're here for.

- Sang Chill Bazi? - Yeah, Sang Chill Bazi.

Come on, then. Oh...

Right, last time you beat me, so this time the revenge is mine.

- MOLLY GIGGLES - Right.

I'm rubbish at this.

- Ah, you beat me again! - BASHIRA LAUGHS

I tell you what...

the winner gets a sweet.

These are pang. My mum sends these from London.

Pang?

Take these for Ron.

Later on?

I'm teaching you proper, good English here, Bashira.

See, me and you, we're soul sisters.

- Sisters? - Yeah.

MOLLY LAUGHS

You'd better get off to school. You're going to be late.

I was always late.

I spent more time writing in the late book

than I did in all my other lessons put together.

School.

My father say no school.

Why would he say that?

MAN SPEAKS IN PASHTO

Dawes!

Excuse me a second, when did Her Majesty die and make you the Queen?

Sir?

You are not in charge. You do not wander off.

- Sorry, Sir... - Do you realise how much danger you put yourself in?

- She'd dropped her scarf, I was... - You thought you'd risk your life to pick it up?

Sorry, Sir. It's just she's become my little friend...

You do not involve yourself in the lives of the locals.

They must not become dependent on us in any way, shape or form. Do you understand?

- Yes, Sir. - More importantly, you don't put yourself in jeopardy.

* The war rages on *

* You'll be at my side *

* Through it all *

* Through hardships unseen *

* We still survive *

* Fortified... *

MUSIC FADES OUT

HE CHOKES

This dust is like smoking 40 fags a day, man!

So with the 40 you actually smoke, that makes 80.

Yeah.

- I probably should quit, shouldn't I? - HE LAUGHS

Look who it is!

Our very own number one cock muppet is back on the firm.

- LAUGHTER - All right, shitheads!

CHEERING

Right, who wants to see my rusty bullet hole?

- Ooh! - Fingers first!

Molls, you want to cop a feel?

It's a shame he didn't shoot you in the head, put us all out of our misery.

LAUGHTER

- Proper rinsed, Smurf! - Oh, so she's flavour of the month now, is she?

Yes, SHE is. Deal with it.

THEY LAUGH

- SOUND OF DISTANT HELICOPTER - Glad to have you back.

I can't tell you how glad I am to be back, Sir.

- I won't let you down again. - Correct. You won't.

- You were lucky it was just a flesh wound. - I know, Sir.

Having said that, with the blood you lost, you would've died if it weren't for our medic.

- I know that too, Sir. - And more importantly,

she risked her life to save yours.

I made a mistake.

We all make mistakes, Smurf.

It's what we do to rectify them that separates the shit from the clay.

Don't worry about me, Sir.

I'll prove my worth.

As if "The Smurfoid Returns" wasn't treat enough,

by way of celebration, we have some very special guests arriving tomorrow.

Who's that, Sir?

- I'm talking mega. Huge. - What, Prince Harry?

Prince Harry? He's gagging to get out here.

Are you telling us you've bagged us the Royal ginge, Sir?

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies, Dawes.

My mum says I've got MORE than a passing resemblance...

Shut up!

- Come on, Smurf, let's see your rusty bullet hole. - Yeah, man!

All right, all right.

Check it, boys. Gather round, gather round.

GAGGING AND LAUGHTER

Excuse me, Sir.

If it is the Ginger Ninja, then why haven't we had royal security round to check everything?

- I haven't said who it is, have I, Dawes? - It is him.

I can tell with you being all coy,

like you're not supposed to say anything, but you can't help it.

- I'm like that. - HE LAUGHS

- SMURF CLEARS HIS THROAT - The doctor at Bastion says

the medic has to rub baby oil into my bullet hole every hour or I'll die.

- Looks like you're going to die then. - Charming. Cup of tea?

You owe me more than that.

That's true, saving my life has got to be worth at least a cup of tea and a bacon butty.

Don't push it, mate. Your life ain't worth a WHOLE bacon butty.

I'm there for you. Molls.

What?

Nothing. It's just that whenever anyone says, "I'm there for you",

it just makes me laugh. It's just one of them expressions, innit?

Yeah, I'm just letting you know, like, if you need me...

You're there.

Yeah.

For me?

- So, you got him to like you now, then? - What are you talking about?

Well, you know, he was a bit sort of... offish with you.

Are you making that tea, or what?

Kinders, if you go left and hug the poppy fields,

- we can get into the village that way. - Sir!

Swing it left here.

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow... "

Different type of poppies here, Sir.

More smackheads here than Liverpool, eh, Brains?

Oh, don't stereotype us,

you leak-eating, daffodil-growing sheep-shagger.

Circle of rocks ahead, Sir.

Nude-Nut, you're up.

My shout, Sir.

Not on your first full day back, Smurf.

HE SHOUTS IN PASHTO

I'm all right, Sir.

I know you are, Smurf.

It's just that it's your first full day back.

You just don't want to have to tell my mum she's lost another one, Sir.

- Well, yeah, there is that. - Anything happens to me,

you might have to move to Newport yourself, Sir.

That truly is a fate worse than death, Smurf.

* I'm Newport till I die *

* I'm Newport till I die *

* I knows I am, I'm sure I am *

* I'm Newport till I die. *

You sad Welsh tosser.

They call Newport the Venice of Wales.

- Who does, Smurf? - My Aunt Linda, if you must know.

Although she's never been to Venice,

but she has got a tattoo of a gondola... on her arse.

'All clear here, Sir.'

All right, lads, close in.

Sir, I will be able to resume my duties as lead man, Sir?

Well, I hope so, Smurf.

Lads, fall in on me.

That dicker's still around, then, is she?

Planted any devices around here lately?

Shut up, Smurf.

- What? - Trapping off.

I'm just saying.

It's funny how wherever we are, she seems to pop up like a meerkat.

She does seem to be ever present on our patrols.

I'm right, aren't I, boss?

Something about her that smells a bit rotten.

If she is the one you saw in the minefield, we should keep an eye on her.

Oh, you're back all right.

I'm talking sense, Molls, and you knows it.

Bashira, are you OK?

Well, what is it?

I won't let anyone hurt you, OK?

Why aren't you going to school?

That's the reason we're here.

I... I must leave.

I must go away.

- Go where? - My father has said.

He can't just send you away, can he?

I've been promised to a man.

What?

What do you mean, promised?

To be married. I must leave.

Is that what you want?

GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING

Get down!

Get down!

- To your right! - Watch your back.

I think it came from the school over there, Corporal.

I don't understand, why the school?

The teacher says two Taliban came in, fired at the walls and went.

So who was in here? Was anybody hurt?

The elder was in his office, he came but they didn't harm him.

The children ain't coming back.

He thinks the presence of the soldiers has only made things worse.

He says this is just the first.

The first?

First thing they do.

Dawes.