Our Girl

- What's he doing? - I am a British citizen

being held hostage and will be executed

at sundown tomorrow if all Al Shabaab fighters are not released.

Lance Corporal Georgie Lane.

SHE SOBS

Extraction complete. Primary recovered. Repeat,

primary recovered.

Raynott re-entered the country on August 28th.

And he's been following me

and I'm shit scared because I don't know what to do.

The terror threat is now escalated to critical...

Attack expected imminently.

I can't be happy with you again. It's too late.

- Georgie, don't go... - Elvis, please!

I'm leaving the army.

All I want to do

is marry you.

Wow.

London looks incredible.

It's nice in here, innit?

Up in the clouds.

It's just a little pre-wedding treat before the chaos begins.

Can't we stay here forever?

Away from the world.

Away from them two, of course.

Yeah, I'm not going to miss close protection.

We're so vulnerable, aren't we?

You see, I thought you were about to say something romantic

about the night sky.

You can take the girl out of the army...

You are gorgeous when you smile, you know that?

Hm!

Well, how about when I frown?

- That's not a great look. - No.

Well, I promise I'll be smiling on Saturday.

One more week

and I'll be out of the army and those two will be gone!

And no-one will ever bother us again.

Cheers!

Cheers!

- Are you serious? - Yes, boss.

That's a massive error of judgment.

Why?

You're seriously having a free bar

- and inviting Two Section to your wedding? - Yeah.

There's only one way that's going to end.

Well, you're going have to keep them in check for me, aren't you?

Thought you were going to start moaning

about me leaving the army.

Well, I think that's a massive error of judgment, as well.

After what I've been through!

Look, I've been keeping up to date with your psyche evaluation.

- Is that allowed? - Not the details, obviously.

Just that you're progressing nicely.

Look, I've told you, you're a fine soldier.

Don't throw your career away so soon.

I've made my decision, boss.

I just wish the world could get along.

Well, good luck with that. Two Section can't even get along.

Oi, Medic! You going to find out how my recovery went or what?

Mansfield, button it.

Parade!

Parade, attention!

As they were, Kingy.

Stand at ease!

Stand easy.

Final mission-specific training before Syria.

Well, you look after them for me, boss.

Oh, I wish you were coming with us so you could do exactly that.

16-mile tab, full kit.

Good stuff, Kingy.

Anyone not putting a shift in,

- you let me know. - Boss.

You not coming with us Georgie,

- one last time and all that? - No, you're all right.

See you all on Saturday.

Where I have reassured Lance Corporal Lane

your behaviour will be exemplary.

- Exemplary, boss. - Right, guys.

Once you've sorted all your kit out,

see you down at the armoury in five minutes

for all weapons.

Let's crack on!

What are you doing here?

I am officially in Manchester

until Abu is apprehended or neutralised.

Any developments?

Nah. Still questioning his accomplice, though.

And?

Nothing as yet.

Don't worry. He'll break.

Big day Saturday, then.

Yeah. Yeah. It's not a secret.

All right. Well,

- I'll crack on. - Yeah, I'm going to... OK. Bye.

Have we definitely got everybody?

- I feel like someone's missing. - Yeah.

No, everybody's out there,

- we've just got to mix it up a bit more. - Right, OK. Well, let's put

Dave and Jon there

- and Janet and Polly and Pete on that one. - Why?

Dave and Janet and Polly and Pete together? Why?

Are you completely bonkers?!

- Probably. - She married you for starters!

Look, if we have all his family on one side

- and all ours on the other... - Dad, isn't that supposed to be

- what happens in church, anyway? - Butt out, Marie.

Yeah, but people will want to sit next to people they know.

In the church, yes. But not here in the reception!

People want to sit next to new people.

That's all I'm... Georgie?

Each table should have family from both sides.

Thank you. That's all I'm saying.

I just want people to sit next people that they know.

- What are you doing now? - PHONE RINGS

- _ - Just give me a chance. Just give me...

This! This is exactly why no-one should ever get married.

Thank you for your words of wisdom.

I can't speak. What do you want?

Cab driver's just called in,

he's picked up someone matching Abu's description.

- Was it definitely him? - Yes. We think it's him. Almost certain.

Matched it to CCTV in the street.

Did the driver say where he dropped him?

Somewhere by the canal.

- There's no CCTV there, though. - Oh, you're joking.

DOORBELL RINGS

Everything's going to be OK. All right?

I've got to go.

Shit.

Mum!

- Hi. - Hi. Come in.

Come in. Come in. Come in.

A bit of a mad house in there. So, er...

So if you change your mind...

He's not going to change his mind.

We thought we'd just meet your family, then

- get out of your hair. - Yeah. Come through.

Hi.

How lovely to see you all!

Gary, Faith. This is my mum and dad, Grace and Max.

- Hi. - Pleased to meet you.

- Hello. - Hello, Max.

And then my sisters,

- thing one and thing two. - Hi.

Oh, and my nan.

Lovely to meet you.

What's your name, love?

- Faith. - Faye.

Harry.

- Gary. - No, Gary, Nan. Gary.

- Gary. - Faith and Gary, yeah.

And can I just say...

with God's pencil we could not have not have drawn

- a better son-in-law! - Aww.

What a lovely thing to say, thank you.

I should have got a two-bedder.

You got a one-bedder so your parents wouldn't stay.

Do you think they're shagging in our bed?

- Aw! - What?

Don't pretend you weren't thinking exactly the same.

Believe it or not... that is

the furthest thing away from my mind...

I said we should have slept on the sofabed!

Er, wouldn't hear of it, Mum.

He's a gent, Faith.

That's because I was the pushy black mum.

All right, Mum. Go to bed. Stop over-sharing.

Someone's been a busy boy.

You could have made more of an effort,

considering it's your last week.

Didn't look that fast to me.

It was a CFT, thicko.

Wasn't meant to be fast.

Thought you might like to know

that we've raided Abu's safe house.

I mean, he'd long gone, but

found a big haul of explosive materials.

Forensics are going over it all now.

And tell your sister to update her privacy controls

on Facebook, will you?

What, you stalking her, you weirdo?

Not me, no.

Who is?

Abu?

He'd printed off pictures of you

and stuck them to his wall.

Do you think he knows about the wedding?

We're not discarding any possibility.

Is it safe to go ahead? What?

We just need to be certain that you're safe.

Well, how can we be certain!?

We don't know what the hell he's planning.

That's why we need to figure out his target.

It could be anywhere.

More likely to be somewhere that's important

or significant to him. It's personal now, George.

Anyway, the mother wants to meet you.

- Abu's mother? - Yeah.

She wants to ask your forgiveness.