Our Girl

Elvis?

Now I'm gonna kill you.

I could get out of this but it would involve inflicting

much pain upon your personage.

You reckon?

- Hi. - Hi.

We're getting married tomorrow.

- Mm-mn. No. Day after tomorrow. - Are you sure?

- Mm-hm. - Are you sure?

Oh, no, shit. No, it is tomorrow.

Listen, when I'm done here, I've gotta get back, babe.

- Uh-uh. - It's a full-on day.

I've got to bring the car back to London, gotta try my suit on.

When you're done here? You cheeky bastard.

Do you think when they're married

he'll still be sneaking in her bedroom window?

They'll be in married quarters so he won't need to.

Can I go through my speech one more time?

No. Just go to sleep.

It's bloody good, though, in't it? Moving and hilarious.

Yes, love.

Oh, gross!

I'd rather listen to your speech than them bonking next door.

Hiya. What've you been up to, you dirty, horrible degenerate?

Nothing, just been practising my wedding dance with your sister.

Oh, yeah, bet you have.

Qil Tarring me with your brush again? Morning.

What's going on?

I am just about to head back to London, to try my glad rags on.

Not getting married in your birthday suit?

No, can't have bridesmaids fainting at the altar, can we?

They've been practising their wedding dance apparently.

Aye? What's your wedding dance, then, Elvis?

You gonna be shaking your funky stuff on the dance floor?

- Can't tell you. - Are you gonna serenade us?

Your mum must have called you Elvis for a reason.

I can't tell you, it's classified!

I can hold a tune, me.

Yeah? Well, listen, it's our dance,

it's our special song and you lot are all gonna love it.

- Oooh! - See you later.

She Moves In Her Own Way

4 So now you pour your heart out

Jd You're not about fo lie down for your cause

4 You don't pull my strings

4 Cos I'm a better man

4 Moving onto better things

- Thanks. - Pleasure.

Hey, can I just say...

Please don't say anything, Dad. If you make me cry,

my mascara runs, I look like a panda.

- I'm gonna get your train. - Thank you.

4 You don't pull my strings cos I'm a better man

I think when I get married I'm gonna have a horse and carriage.

That's what your dad wants for his funeral.

Maybe we can make a deal with the company and get a discount?

Can we hurry up? My hair's gonna frizzle.

Even with frizzled hair, you're still too good for him.

Right, family, are we ready?

Are you ready? Come on!

Jd Yes, I wish that we never made it through all the summers...

Jd They're keeping us instead of kicking us

4 Back down fo the suburbs

Jd Yes, I wish that we never made it through all the summers...

Hil

Good to see you.

Ah, you look so smart. Nice to see you.

Thanks for coming.

4 She came fo my show just to hear about my day

You look gorgeous.

Dad, your jacket... There you go.

Thank you.

You look great.

Oh, I've had enough of this.

Oh, hello, Grandmother's coming!

Georgie, where is he? He is still coming, in't he?

He should be waiting for you, not you waiting for him!

Oh, he's always late on parade, it's fine.

The groom should be here before the bride, you know that?

Oh, I know. I know what he's like.

- Its fine. - Where is he, Dad?

- What time is it? - Only five past.

We've got ill half past, don't worry.

Have you spoke to him this morning?

No.

What's going on?

Er...can we go somewhere private?

Yeah.

Is everything all right? Who's that?

I'm so sorry, Georgie.

He said...

Tell me again.

He said that he can't go through with it.

And that's it?

Why's he done this to me?

Dad!

It's all right. Let it out. Let it out.

So, on the cry of "man down",

you get to the body as soon as you can,

making sure of your own personal safety.

Why, Jenkinson?

Erm...s0... Sorry, I'm not sure, Staff.

Because a dead medic is no use to their platoon.

So once it is safe, and you've done your 5s, your 20s,

proceed to the casualty.

Carry out your primary survey. C,A B,C.

Yeah? Catastrophic bleed, airway, breathing, circulation.

So what do we do, Cox?

Yeah, erm...

check the airwaves and make sure...

Airway, Cox. Airway.

Erm...airway.

Catastrophic bleed, airway, breathing, circulation...

deformities, environment exposure.

Cox, airway. Now.

You're all right, relax.

- Sir. - Relax. It's good.

All right, Georgie, how have you been?

Good, thanks, sir. How's things with you?

Yeah, very well, thank you. Molly's back in Afghan.

Yeah, I heard. Facebook.

She's working with the training and advisory team.

You probably know that already.

So what you doing here?

Final mission-specific training on the moors before Kenya.

You going Kenya?

Humanitarian mission.

Outreach project in the refugee camps on the Somali border.

Well, some of us have to work for a living.

I've just had a word with your CO

and he thinks it's a sound idea.

- What? - Need a medic.

Experienced.

Top of the range, fully loaded, and you fit the bill.

What do you think? Actually, don't answer that now.

Chat it through with your loved ones and tell me in the morning.

And you can say to your new chap that it's only six weeks

and you'll be back by Christmas.

Isn't that what they said when heading to the First World War?

I wouldn't know, Georgie. I'm not as old as I look.

How do you know that I've got a new chap?

Ah. Molly.

No secret is safe with social media.

No.

He's a doctor, I believe?

Mm-hm, a notch up from a squaddie.

Well...why don't you think that over?

You won't hear from me in the morning.

Why's that?

Because I can say "yes" now, sir.

Ooh... 14 hour, 12 minute shift.

Yeah! Apartment. Bath. Candles. Wine.

I wish people would only get ill for eight hours a day.

What? It'd relieve the pressure on the NHS.

Well, funny you should say that, because in Afghan...

- Oh, during the war? - Yes.

Yeah? Heard it all before.

I got made a rather interesting proposition today.

Oi, you're marrying me. Tell all the other suitors to back off.

Yeah, well, it's not that interesting. It's, erm...work.

In Kenya.

A six-week humanitarian mission.

Well, I hope you told ‘em where to stick it.

You're on a humanitarian mission in Manchester, looking after me.

Come here.

Your eyes are rather beautiful.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hm.

Well, the sclera of your eyes are as white as virgin snow.

I can't...I'm sorry!

See, I try to be romantic

and you just throw it back in my face!

Everything is just so medical with you.

Yeah, military with you, young lady!

It's six weeks. OK? You're happy for me to go Kenya?

What have they got in Kenya they don't have in Preston?

All right, don't answer that.

And once we're married, I won't be doing any more tours away.

Maybe... Maybe we should set a date...to get married.

Look, I do want to marry you, I do, it's just...

it's just all the shiz that comes with it.

- What shiz? - Everything!

But I thought after Sierra Leone you were gonna be UK-based.

Yes, and I will be. You won't even know that I've gone.

Hm? Yeah?

I know I'm not Sigmund Freud or anything like that, but...

it's pretty clear to me that you are refusing to set a date

for the wedding cos you're shitting yourself

Jamie's gonna do an Elvis.

What's doing an Elvis?

"Forgetting" to turn up.

Jamie's not gonna do that, Georgie, he dotes on you.

So if you are gonna run off and abandon him,

can you let me know first?

I'll be all over that boy.

All right. I'll give you first dibs.

Anyway, I'm not running away, Marie.

You can't bullshit a bullshitter, Georgie.

I know exactly what's going on here, OK?