Long Forgotten Fields

Lily.

The highest casualty rate

in the British forces.

More than 1 in 10 killed or wounded.

They called it the Heart of Darkness.

Taliban country along the river...

Dad was wondering if you were gonna help

while you're back.

Did he ask that or are you?

- I just thought he'd appreciate the gesture

that you could try working together again.

Smoking now?

Say hello to him from me.

Where is he?

He said to give you this.

What does it mean?

Sam?

Sam!

Did you think about me?

All the time.

Liar.

What is it?

(muffled voice) Sam!

Sam!

Sam?

Hey.

What's wrong?

Are you happy?

What?

With me.

What I do.

Of course I am.

I couldn't be more proud.

I lost a mate a few weeks ago.

Adam, a lad from Stoke.

We were on patrol and we started taking fire.

So we took cover in a drainage ditch.

This boy appeared out of nowhere,

couldn't have been more than about 10.

There was a moment when we just stared at each other.

And then he fired.

Adam returned and I watched

this boy's chest explode.

Surrounded by this red mist.

And then he dropped.

But so did Adam.

I tried calling for help.

I tried to apply some pressure.

I'm not sure I can do it anymore.

You looking for something?

No.

You're Brookwell's lad.

The soldier.

Must be an interesting profession,

shooting ragheads out in the desert.

Suppose you do a lot poking around out there,

snooping around, sniffing out muzzies

in whatever holes they've crawled into

but it doesn't work like that back here.

You ought to remember that.

The road is that way.

Got some post for you.

Do you think he's killed anyone?

Because it's likely, isn't it?

I mean that's what they do.

Most combat happens from a distance.

Did he tell you that?

I read it.

It would change you though, wouldn't it?

What?

Killing someone.

That heifer's due tonight.

I want you checking her every 20 minutes.

Let's do something.

I have to work.

All day?

Other thing?

What other thing?

Tell me!

I wish you didn't have to go back.

I worry.

You shouldn't.

I should go back.

Not yet.

Stay a bit longer.

Please?

- Don't you turn your back on me.

If you don't give a damn

then what are you doing back here?

I didn't ask for your help!

I'm sorry.

You're not sorry.

You know what your problem is?

You're selfish.

That's right, go on.

Back to the army. - Sam, stop.

He doesn't mean it.

Sam.

Sam, wait!

Talk to me! - Get off.

You okay?

A nice little project for me, you know,

something to keep me busy.

Never thought it'd be this difficult.

If I come and have a look at the options

laid out before me here I can

get some ideas, refocus and make some firm decisions.

Well I think we can help.

Have a look at that.

Get the fuck out of here.

- I suppose this is why people get designers in.

I'm really sorry, could you hold on

for just one minute?

What's going on?

I should have you arrested.

Sure, you call the police.

Stewart, you're needed back inside.

What's going on?

Harlequin Jones.

I'm really sorry about that, Mr. Jones.

Is there something I could help you with?

What did he want?

Wanted to replace this.

Do you think he did it?

What?

Shot his wife?

Everyone says he did.

- Don't you think he would've been locked up by now?

But she used his gun.

I doubt she had her own.

So, when will they let you know?

Thank you.

I'm not sure.

Whenever they make a decision I suppose.

And they pay you for that, do they?

Sitting around doing nothing?

Now I know where my tax is going.

I mean, shouldn't you be training or something?

He's on mid-tour leave.

Everyone's entitled to some time off,

especially after what he's done.

Where was it you were fighting again?

- Nahre Saraj, North district, Helmand Province.

Afghanistan?

Yeah.

Afghanistan.

Shall we change the subject?

- Why don't you tell us a bit about your work, Stew?

What is it you were doing before us?

Plastics, wasn't it?

Yeah, injection moulding.

At the unit just outside of town.

Yeah, that's it.

Make all sorts of interesting things out there, don't they?

Really useful Stuff, bottle tops and...

Lily...

What about Harlequin Jones, Stew?

What's going on between you two?

Lily.

He tried to get me locked up once.

I like do a bit of shooting, you know lamping.

At night mainly.

Old Jonesey got it into his head that I'd been poaching.

Poaching what?

Deer.

Lot of money in it if you can get rid of it.

And did you?

- What? - Poach his deer.

That bloke is a murderer, shot his wife.

It was suicide.

- What, with his gun in the forest he manages?

Did I say something funny?

You think he shot her?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, well, I suppose it's no big deal for you, is it?

Must happen a few times a day out there,

all part of the job, the routine.

A brand new fitted kitchen and bathroom

with double glazing.

Living area there, bedroom one, and bedroom two.

I have had a few inquiries already about the property,

so if you are serious I'd encourage you to

put a deposit down as soon as possible.

I'll give you a few minutes to have a look around.

Thank you.

How much is the deposit?

Not too much.

Don't you like it?

Nah, it's great.