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This film contains prolonged violent scenes, very strong language,
some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting and some scenes of a sexual nature
PANTING
Come on! Get your fucking arses up that hill
or I'll make your fucking eyes bleed!
Come on, get them fucking legs up!
Are you taking the piss out of me, soldier?
Then say it! Come on.
The last man's going to have to do this all fucking again.
Keep it going. Push it.
Keep going. Come on!
Private Jackson, you should be munching fucking carpet for a living
instead of being a soldier! Come on!
I tell you, the more beer I have, the better you look to me.
Especially being stuck here.
Oh, there's a lot of love coming from here, isn't there?
Can you feel it?
I wondered why you were always together. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Aye, you were the only men in bloody Basra.
How long have we been here? About an hour.
It's been an hour and ten minutes exactly.
Load of SHITE!
- Hey, let's get some beers.
- Oh, leave her be, man.
Hiya, love. Can we get, probably, 12 beers?
I don't have any more beers. You drank them all.
- What? Already?
- Hey, hey, hey!
Give that back.
Fucking leave her be, man. Give her it back.
ALL TALK LOUDLY AT ONCE
Have you got...?
Paul, do you want a Bacardi and Coke or something, sweetheart?
Fuck off.
Eh? Excuse me, pet. Sorry, sorry.
What's up with you, crabby?
Nah.
Got a face on you like a smacked arse.
Just tired. Want to get home.
What the fuck is going on with this train?
Signal failure or something.
Here, get that down you.
Oh, fucking hell.
Evil.
Do you want to go for a pint before we go home?
- No, I can't.
- Come on, one. Say goodbye properly.
- Why, you going to miss me, like?
- Fuck off!
No. I've gotta get back.
ENGINE STARTS
Oh, hang on.
CHEERING That us moving, is it?
'Ey, man!
You all right, babe? Waiting for Mummy to come?
CHATTER
- This is surreal, like.
- Mmm.
Good to be back.
Fucking freezing, though.
It is, isn't it?
CHEERING Oh, no way, man.
- Is that your house?
- No way. No.
- Flag outside.
This is it.
Yeah. Listen, erm, thanks.
Thanks? What for?
You know.
Piss off. Come here.
- You take care, right?
- Yeah.
- Let me buy you that pint.
- Oh, you're damn right.
I'll speak to you soon.
Come here, you!
- I am going to kill you for this later.
- You're gorgeous.
Oh, give over, I'm rough as!
Look who's here!
CHEERING
Little one! Hey, look at you.
Come here and give us a hug, pet.
Charming!
Hiya.
Hiya, Dad.
I've been travelling for ages.
All right, we're not making a porno!
God. It's completely different in here!
- Oh, you look fucking amazing with that tan, darling.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I've been travelling for, like, 12 hours.
Hey, there's loads of people downstairs.
- Fuck 'em.
- You're on heat, mister.
Stop, hey.
Come on, me mam's downstairs.
Can I come in, little one?
Look at you.
Look how much you've grown.
Hey, come here and give us a hug, yeah?
I'll show you me medal, if you like.
Come on. I've travelled a long, long way to see you.
Aren't you pleased to see me?
I like your outfit.
Are you trying to be like Mam?
Come off it, Cass, speak to me.
Fine.
Come on, give order, please.
Quiet, please. Come on, come on.
Bloody hell, it's like the wash house in here.
Right.
Unaccustomed as I am, and all that bollocks...
but I felt today, such a momentous coco...
occasion... Caucasian, occasion!
..that I've gotta say a few words.
This is a proud day for all of us.
That girl there, the mother of my son's child, has come
back from some hellish place to this perfect home in one perfect piece.
Suzy, you're looking great, kid.
You're looking healthy, you're looking strong,
you're looking wiser, and I can see in those peepers a new sparkle.
I'll tell you what - I bet she's got some stories to tell us.
Come on, Dad, get a fucking move on, man.
Watch your mouth, son.
I don't want to show you up in front of all these people.
- Ooh!
- Come on, what you talking about?
Now, I've got to admit.
I did have my reservations, but Suzy, I'm going to add you to
a long line of Jacksons that have served in the forces,
- that have made this country safe for all of us.
- Hear, hear.
Welcome back, kid. God bless you and good luck.
To our Suzy, the hard-arsed soldier.
To our Suzy, the hard-arsed soldier.
- Come on, Suzy, get up here and say a few words.
- Oh, no.
Go on, go on.
- Speech!
- Speech, speech, speech, speech!
Erm, ooh, I nearly fell over there.
Er, God, the last time I was talking to a crowd like this,
- I had a machine gun in my hands.
- Oh, don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Fucking hell, man, what have you come as?
- I'm an Afghani.
- Aye, a fanny, more like it.
- Pissed-up Arab.
- Getting there, getting there.
- Fucking shoot him, come on.
Erm, well, I don't know what to say.
It's just cracking to get back.
Erm, a bit of Boro life is long overdue.
I can't wait to spend some time with my fella and my little girl.
God knows what they've been getting up to without me.
I can't wait to see what the rest of the house looks like.
Erm, yeah, just wanted to say thanks to all of yous.
You've made me feel proper welcome back. Cheers.
Sorry.
APPLAUSE
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Bloody Arabs!
Hey.
- Hey.
- You all right?
Yeah.
- Going to come to bed, babe?
- Yeah, in a minute.
Yeah, eight months of celibacy's getting the better of me.
I just want to watch her sleep for a while.
She'll still be there in the morning.
I just can't believe how much she's changed.
- All right, another five minutes.
- Go on, I'll be in in a bit.
CREAKING
Hey!
Stop, you little bastards!
Fuck!
You... Oh! Fucking little shits!
OK, Corporal, we've got the military prisoner ready for interrogating.
- Right, can I take it off now?
- I'm going to take it off, babe.
- Babe, you've got some grip on you there.
- Mark.
- Stop squeezing my hand.
- Can I just take it off?
- (Get over there.)
- Mark.
- No, you can't take it off.
- Mark.
- Babe, you're not playing properly.
- Mark!
- Just stand still.
- I'm standing still.
Right, there you go. Go round.
For God's sake, man.
And again, and again, and again, go on, keep going, babe.
- Mark! Just stop it.
- Keep going round...
- Mark!
Ta-da! So?
The caravan. Well, I'd never have guessed.
Ah, she likes it, babe. It's proper pimped out in here.
Got flatscreen DVD, a Jacuzzi in the back, swimming pool outside.
- Come on, little pudding, going to help Daddy with the bags?
- Yeah.
Come on, then.
Got keys?
- What you got in there?
- All sorts. That everything, is it?
That's it. Ah, it's windy out there.
What do you want to do now, then?
I was kinda thinking we could, er,
drop the little one into the kids' club and spend a bit
of overdue you and me time, babe.
You must be joking, Mark. I'm actually getting somewhere here.
OK. All right.
Cass, are you hungry?
Is that a no?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, oh.
- Yes!
- Oh, it's going to happen!
Oh, come on.
Hey, that was good. High-five.
Come on, Dad.
- That was good, wasn't it?
- It was pretty good. You're doing well.
- Do you want a tattoo?
- No.
- Why not?
- I'm only nine. Get off.
- Get a proper Army tattoo.
- No. I'm not having a tattoo.
- Go on.
No, I don't want one.
- You all right, babe? You're proper going for it there.
- Eh?
Where do you think we are, in Faliraki?
Yeah, but I'm making up for lost time, aren't I?
Mum.
Yes, pet.
Did you kill anyone while you were away?
No, darling. Of course not.
Right.
Mark. Can I have another one? Same again.
Yeah. Do you want a drink, babe?
No, I've still got my lemonade left.
- So, is that you talking to me again, then?
- I guess.
- Why did you ask me that?
- What?
If I'd killed anyone.
I just wanted to know.
Did someone tell you that I had?
No, but I know Dad did.
Eh?
I know Dad had to kill people when he was away.
Who told you that?
He did.
Mum.
- Hiya.
- Can I sleep in your room tonight? I can't sleep.
No. No, you can't.
Shut up. Yeah, course you can, darling.
Go on, get under. Did you have a bad dream?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
I went to go see a funeral, I don't know why.
Um, this man said, "Beware,"
and I ran off with my friend before he could say anything else.
Aww. You'd better stay with us tonight, then, eh?
Oh, yeah, happy families. Let's all get into bed together. Come on.
Oh, has she had a bad dream?
Baby had a little bad dream?
- At least get over this side, babe.
- Shut up.
- What?
Yeah, yeah. Oh! Right.
THEY SHOU You got me, chokehold.
Come back here, you!
- Look what I got.
- What you got?
- Got a little fish.
- I'm glad we came now.
- Me too. See - she's settling down now.
Yeah. She was saying some strange things last night, though.
Yeah? Like what?
- Like how she knows you killed when you were on tour.
- And?
And...where did she get that from?
- I told her.
- Why? She's too young to be hearing about that.
She's my daughter. I'm not going to start lying to her like you.
- I know you had to.
- She's too young to be hearing about it, Mark.
I could tell you lied to her.
So, what was it like?
What was what like?
The kill. Tell me about it.
Hey, guys.
What's up? ..Oh, you missed.
- Do you want some dessert after?
- Yeah, can I get ice cream?
- Yeah.
Get off me, get off me, get off me!
Suzy. Suze!
SHE PANTS
Suze?
Suzy, will you open the door?
Babe, what's up?
Suze, you scared Cass.
Suze! What the fucking hell's up?
You fucking scared Cass.
Open the door!
What you doing?
I want to go home.
What's wrong? Suze...
I just want to go home.
So, what's going on?
Told you, you'd better speak to me.
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
Fucking leave it!
You all right?
Yeah.
What's up?
Nowt. You just give me a fright today.
Sorry.
You'd never hurt me, would you, Mam?
No, pet. Of course not.
I just got scared, cos you reminded me of someone, that's all.
Who?
You don't know her, pet.
Don't worry, though, eh?
Suze, you awake?
Suze, come on, let me make it up to you.
Will you get off me?
HE SHOUTS
Congratulations, Jackson.
Good to see you back again in one piece.
- Good to be back.
- Sorry for calling you in,
- but it's...well, it's regulations.
- No worries.
- Right.
Well, this operations memo's as long as your arm. Pretty tough tour.
Yeah. It was, er, tough, but rewarding.
I think I've proved I'm ready to step up to a commanding position.
And how are you enjoying the R&R?
Yeah, it's been a bit tough too.
I've been hearing you're not keeping too well.
- Who's told you that?
- You know I can't divulge that, Suzy.
But let's just say it's someone that's got yours
and everyone else's best interests at heart.
So, anything you want to get off your chest?
Like what?
Oh, come on, Jackson, stop messing about.
What's going on up there?
Before we go any further, I need to know if this goes down on my record.
I mean, you know, could it affect my chances of promotion?
Depends how severe your symptoms are. So, what's going on?
Nothing, really, just been having a lot of sleepless nights.
Just been jet lagged more than anything, I think.
Got it in my head I can't sleep now.
Well, you do look a bit knackered.
- So, it's just sleepless nights, is it?
- Yeah.
Any recurring nightmares?
Nothing serious. Like I said.
So, everything's been going pretty well, actually.
Still haven't found a fella yet, but decided I don't want one anyway.
They're all wankers.
Work's been going all right, though.
Been climbing up the tables every month at the minute.
Yeah? That's good.
That reminds us, actually.
I'm doing a project with one of my classes on the war.
Some of the kids are dead interested in the soldiers and that,
so I told them that once you'd come back that you may be able to talk to them.
- Eh?
- It won't be any sweat. You could show off a bit, couldn't you?
- Oh, for fuck's sake, Marie. When?
- Not until you've been back a while.
Give you a chance to chill out and that.
I dunno, it's a bit weird being back, to be honest.
Has there been much trouble round here lately?
No more than usual, like.
I don't know what it is.
It's like she doesn't want to come near me, you know what I mean?
We haven't even had sex once.
Just...just fucking weird.
I mean, we've never had problems in the past.
You don't think she's been shagging somebody else while she was there?
What are you talking about, shagging somebody else?
Are you trying to tretch me? What's the matter?
Definitely not, man. I'd fucking kill her if she was.
All right, Mark, calm down. All right, I'm sorry. Sorry, keep your voice down.
It's just, er, most of the birds are at it out there, you know.
I mean, think about it.
There's no women apart from your comrades for months on end.
Most of the lasses just do it to stop the lads pestering them.
You know what I mean? I heard about this one bird, fucking hell.
She gave head to a whole battalion in one night.
One in, one out, there must've been a queue of them down Baghdad high street.
She must've been absolutely full of it by the time they'd finished with her.
Will you fucking shut your mouth, Tony? What's the matter with you?
What are you talking about? I'm just telling you a story.
Hi.
All right, er, I'm here for Cassie Jackson. Is she here?
Cass?
Yeah. Where is she?
She was one of the first to leave.
She darted off pretty sharpish.
Well, did she leave with someone?
No. She just darted off. I thought it was a bit odd.
Is everything all right?
Fuck's sake.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah?
For fuck's sake, why didn't you tell me?
Sorry, Mum.
I mean, come off it, Mark. You know the score out there.
All femmes are fair game. You know? Remember Janice the Jig?
That bird on our crew? Everybody had a go with her, man.
In fact, you even fucked her in the dunny. You dirty bastard.
I told you to shut your fucking mouth, you cunt!
You wouldn't fucking listen to me. You wouldn't listen!
All right, Mark, I've had enough.
- Mark!
- You still going on? You still fucking going on?
I'm not, I'm not. I'm finished, Mark, I'm finished.
I'm going to call the police.
Call the fucking police. Go on.
- You're barred for life.
- You want to bar me?
- Yes.
- Fucking slag.
I'll get your dad on you, mind.
Go fuck yourself.
Get out!
CHATTER IN STREE CLATTERING
TV IS ON IN NEXT ROOM
Who's this guy who keeps coming up in all your pictures?
Eh?
There's loads.
This guy. Who is he?
Just one of the lads.
- Why is there so many of him?
- No reason.
Well, I'll delete them, then.
- Mark, will you just leave it, eh?
- Leave what?
- Give it me back.
- Who is he?
- Just give it me back, Mark.
- Why you being like that?
- Give it me back. Mark! Fucking give it!
- Who the fuck is he?
- No-one. Fucking give it me back!
Take it! Who the fuck is he?
Now, this film explores a huge array of emotional responses
and expressions of the love felt for those people that have been
lost in the war.
Now, we can only experience their pain at a distance
and that's why we're very proud and privileged to have with us
today Private Paul Reynolds and Private Suzy Jackson to share
with us their first-hand experiences.
And plus, she's my sister too.
Hi.
What do you want us to talk about?
Well, why don't you tell us what it's like to enter a war zone,
or what it's like to fire a gun at someone, yeah?
Aye, like, did you have to shoot anyone?
LAUGHTER
Do you want me to go first?
No, no, it's fine.
SHE CLEARS HER THROA Well, you just get on with the task in hand.
Focus on your enemy and take them out.
That's all there is to it. It's like fixing a flat tyre.
It's a job that needs to be done.
OK, so what's it like to enter a war zone, then?
Well...
..the first thing that strikes you is the rubble and the dust.
There's mortars and rockets raining down nightly.
And if you can imagine what it feels like
when you go and stand on stage or go and meet someone you want to impress
and you get that churning feeling in your stomach, like butterflies,
in your stomach...
Well, it's like that, but 24 hours a day.
Even talking about it now, I can feel it.
And then the second thing that strikes you is...
..it's your inability to help those you were sent to protect.
What was the worst thing you saw?
We were, erm...
..we were driving through a village.
And there was loads of kids surrounding the vehicle.
We were on the outskirts of the city and it felt like a peaceful
place to be for a while, so... so we stopped and...we were trying
to give out sweets to the kids, but they wouldn't take them.
We were aware of a group of men stood watching, but when we looked
over, they smiled and...they waved, so we thought they were friendly.
- Suzy.
- But none of the kids would take the sweets.
Apart from this one little girl...
..who...who took a bag of 'em from me.
- She took 'em because I kept pushing her...
- Suzy.
..and I kept forcing her to take 'em.
And I was delighted, cos...
cos it had felt like a little victory.
And we carried on our patrol, but when we came back through
the town later on...
..we found the little girl's body in the gutter.
They'd killed her.
And if I hadn't forced her to take them sweets...
..she'd still be alive.
Oh...
SHE SOBS
Suzy, are you in here? Suzy? Suzy, will you answer us, please?
I'll be out in a minute. I'm just on the lav.
Hurry up, then, will you?
Fuck me, that was a royal disaster.
- Was it?
- Yes! Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, maybes...maybes you should see someone about this, like. Suzy...
Marie, I said I'm fine.
Please will you listen to us. You're obviously not.
Look at the state of you.
Look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have mentioned it in front of the kids. I just...
Look, I don't want to talk about it again, yeah?
Don't you fucking mention it again.
Suzy, look, if you need to...
Marie, I said don't fucking mention it!
Stay there.
Come on, inside. Quick.
Stay there.
March, two, three, four. Halt. Salute.
Attention! You!
You're my most trusted and worthy soldier.
Are you eyeballing me, boy? What did you say?
Look at me.
Did you say anything, sir? Are you saying anything?
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right...
DOORBELL RINGS
All right?
Hi.
You look like shit.
Yeah?
You been drinking?
A bit, yeah. Are you wanting to come in?
Yeah, be nice. Like the fucking Blitz out here.
Suze?
Wow, look at this. Hey, this is lovely.
Have a seat.
Cheers.
Do you want a beer or something?
Yeah, nice one.
Hey, I got the letter saying I'm going training again in a month.
Ta. It's a bit fucking soon.
Yeah, I got one as well. Officer training, 16 weeks.
Shit. Sure you're ready for that?
Dunno.
Yeah.
You all right, Suze? You seem out of it.
We were at the beach.
Cass came running towards me.
She reminds me of that kid.
What do you mean?
When I look at my daughter, I see that little girl.
And I need to protect her.
It's my second chance.
You've gotta put that shit out of your head right now.
Can't talk to Mark, I feel different,
I'm seeing things different.
Well, you look the same to me.
Slightly more fucking mental...
All right, not mental,
- I'd say philosophical.
- DOOR OPENS
Fucking bastard's parked his car in the drive again.
Hey, who's this?
Mark, this is Paul. Paul's in our unit.
All right, mate?
- I'll get you a beer, yeah?
- Pleased to meet you.
Go on, sit yourself down. What's the matter with you?
Cheers.
Heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you.
Yeah, I recognise you too.
Right.
Comfy?
Oh, yeah, cheers.
Go on, take your jacket off. Make yourself at home.
Did you just get back?
Yeah, yeah. Thank fuck.
Glad to be back, then?
Yeah, oh, aye. Better being at home, if that's what you mean.
Paul, come here. Come here, man.
Got something I want to show you.
Look at him go. Look at you go, man.
Got some proper technique on you. You box?
No.
Got a good little jab on you.
There she is.
You know, this cunt was firing at us from a watchtower
about 300 metres away.
Must've ploughed 30 shells into the black bastard.
When we finally went up to him, his face looked like a burnt
plastic bag.
He was just stood there.
Mouth open, smoke coming out.
Fuck.
That's what it smelt like. Burning hair.
You know?
So, I just took his scarf as a fucking trophy.
Still got the blood in it. Go on, have a look.
Fuck me, Paul, you're pale. You are, you're really pale.
You sure you come back from Iraq?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Must've been hiding in the shade.
Is that what you did, Paul?
- You hid in the shade?
- No.
Paul...
..if I ever come back to my house again
and find you sitting on my sofa...
..talking to my missus, drinking my fucking beer...
..I'm going to bite your fucking face off.
You've been busy.
What, she sleeping in here now, then, is she?
Yeah. It's safer.
Safer? What the fuck you talking about, safer? Suze, come here.
Suze, come here!
This is getting beyond a fucking joke.
You're doing everything you can to avoid having sex with me.
I know what's going on.
What are you on about?
The fuck did he want?
He came to tell me they want us to start again in a month.
And?
And what?
So, you having a wee little drink to celebrate?
You going to rekindle your holiday romance with him?
What you talking about?
I don't know what happened to you out there,
but you've been acting fucking weird from the moment you got back.
I mean, we haven't had sex once.
I just haven't been in the mood, Mark.
My head's just really fucked up.
Well, un-fuck it fast! Cos I'm losing my patience.
I need to know. Did you fuck Paul?
You what?
Paul, Paul, the gawky cunt that was sat on my sofa, getting pretty
cosy with one of my beers in his hand. Did you fuck him?
No. Course not.
You fucked Paul.
- No.
- You fucked Paul.
No.
Did ya?
No.
You'd better snap out of it.
Cos being around you is making me fucking miserable.
DOOR OPENS
Suze?
Suzy?
Fuck's sake.
Suze, where the fuck are you?
Hey.
Sorry.
Yeah, Ironman.
CHATTER
That gets you, like, don't it, that double?
Hey, Mark, Mark, good news about the promotion, wasn't it?
Yeah. Good news, very good news.
I, er...I heard you didn't get yours, though, did you?
ALL: Ooh!
Oh, yeah, I'm in mortal agony, yeah, yeah.
Come on, mate, she's showing you up, man, she's showing you up.
- I'm showing you all up.
- He's the house husband
while she's out blasting the fuck out of chuggies, you know what I mean?
Dead proud as, me, babe.
Aye, you should be proud, mate, you should be proud.
She's done well. She's done better than you, anyway, hasn't she?
Ooh!
Does it hurt?
No, he gets violent. No, he gets violent.
Do you want another drink?
- Yeah, babe, yeah.
- Same again?
I'm just on the wind-up, mate, I'm just on the wind-up.
- Anyone else?
- No, I'm all right, cheers.
Hiya, erm...
I'll come back to you.
What are you doing? Mark'll fucking kill us.
We need to talk. I've had your back up till now.
Oh, give me a break.
Suzy. Suzy, I think you need help.
You need to get away from him.
Fuck you, Paul.
- Why don't you fuck off and mind your own business?
- He's a...
Don't you think you're interfering enough?
- He's a madman, he's a fucking madman.
- Fuck you, Paul.
Take a look in the garage, take a look in the fucking garage.
What did you fucking say? What did you fucking say?
You're a fucking psychopath. You heard.
This is fucking perfect!
Paul, just fuck off.
Fucking psychopath, you heard.
Come on, tough guy. Well, come on, then. Come on, son.
Show me how fucking tough you are!
I'll rip you up, you cunt.
All right, babe, sorry, babe.
Show your fucking friends how tough you are. Come on.
What a fucking prick, man, the way he was coming at me.
Fucking hell, I should've fucking slapped him one.
Why wouldn't you let me slap him? I'd love to have given him
a little fucking slap on the side of the head, just like...bang.
Can we just shut up, Mark?
What a fucking wanker.
PAKISTANI MUSIC PLAYS
Aah!
Ah, fucking hell. What's this music, mate?
You wouldn't want to know, mate.
Go on, man, tell me, I'm interested.
It's Rajab Sumbar.
Yeah? Where's he from, then?
He's from Pakistan, mate.
- Pakistan?
- Yeah.
Where are you from?
I'm from the Boro, mate.
Up the Boro. Up the Boro, man!
No, man, where you from originally, though?
Where's your mum and dad from?
We're from Pakistan, mate.
Yeah?
I'm interested in other communities, how we can all get along better.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Good stuff.
You Muslim, by the way?
I am, aye.
Salaam alaikum.
Wa alaikum alsalam wa rahmatu Allah wa barakatu.
What's your take on all this fundamentalism shit
going on at the moment?
All these suicide bombers and terrorism.
There's a fucking witch-hunt going on now for all the Muslims now.
- Aye.
- It's fucking bullshit.
If you look at it from another point of view, mate, you've got
the British and American armies in our Muslim countries, right?
- Yeah.
- Killing our Muslim brothers.
- Yeah.
- Raping our Muslim sisters, killing innocent children.
What do you make of that?
I mean, you can
sort of understand why some people would turn fundamentalist.
Do you know where I'm coming from?
- Yeah.
- I mean, the killing of innocent people, right,
it's wrong no matter what, don't get us wrong.
Sure, sure.
But, when it's your own blood, when it's your own type,
it's that bit different.
You said you're from Middlesbrough, though, mate.
I am from Middlesbrough, mate.
So, what's your fucking point?
Comes down to one point, mate.
Think about the innocent civilians in those war-torn countries.
Ah, gotcha.
So, what do you do for a living, then, mate?
I'm a gunner in the British Army.
- You what?
- I'm a gunner in the British Army.
Really?
Yeah, really. Yeah, really fucking really, so is she.
You having a laugh, mate?
No, I'm fucking not having a laugh, mate!
Do I look like I'm fucking laughing to you, mate?
No, mate.
No? No, mate. No, fucking no, mate.
We've both just come out from fucking Iraq, mate,
tour of fucking duty.
Blasting the shit out of chuggies, ragheads, Pakis.
For Queen and fucking country, mate. What do you think of that?
What do I think of that?
Yeah.
I don't think much, mate, I don't think much at all.
Exactly.
GLASS SMASHES
Dad, there's somebody attacking the house!
Mum, wake up.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck!
Mark!
I'm scared, Mum.
- Suze!
- They might try and hurt me.
No-one's going to hurt you.
Dirty bastard just posted a human shit through the letter box.
- Shh, Mark.
- I just fucking stood in it!
- Mark!
- It's that fucking cabbie. I know it.
It's all right, sweetheart. It's fine, it's fine.
Oh, fucking hell.
Mark.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Bastard.
It's fine, darling. It's fine, yeah?
Do you want to stay with us tonight?
- Do you want to sleep with us?
- Yeah.
Mark...
Come on, then, let's get you inside.
Jesus, babe, that's a bit severe.
It's totally necessary.
Yeah, well, it was definitely him.
I've spoken to the lads, they know where we can find him.
How?
Don't worry, babe, I'm going to deal with it.
I'm coming with you.
Don't have to.
I do. I'll take her round me mam's.
Suze, maybe it's best if you don't.
She'll be safe round me mam's without us.
DOOR BUZZES
- Come here, you fucker.
- What's happening?
- Grab his fucking legs.
- SHOUTING
Fucking dirty bastard. Get on the fucking floor.
Grab his fucking hands, fucking Paki cunt. Hold him down.
Let go!
Fucking bastard!
She's just a little girl, you fucking...
Get in the car. Get in the car.
Get off me!
SHE SOBS
Paki bastard!
No, Mark, no!
TAPE REWINDS
'Shut the fuck up, man!'
'She's just a little girl...'
Mark. Will you just delete that?
- What?
- Delete it.
What's up with you?
You took it way too far.
Come on, man.
He wasn't even moving.
Oh, babe. Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
HE PANTS AND MOANS
Fuck.
Oh.
(Sweetheart, wake up. Come on.)
DOOR BUZZES
PHONE RINGS
Are we running away?
Just taking a little trip while I sort things out.
Why?
Cos it's not safe any more.
You mean, it's not safe any more?
Just isn't.
Why?
Mum, why?
Will you stop asking so many questions?!
PHONE RINGS
God, answer it, then. Is it Dad?
I'm just going to get rid of it.
Can't disturb us now, eh?
BANGING AND MUSIC
- Right, you stay by my side, yeah?
- Yeah.
WHIZZING AND BANGING
SIMULATED GUNFIRE
Come on, let's go.
Fucked up, Mark. Really fucked up. He's in a fucking coma, mate.
He's a fucking vegetable.
At least he'll not be able to identify us.
La-la-la-la-la, fucking la-la-la.
Not funny.
I have no idea what you were thinking bringing her along anyway.
All right, Mark, all right. Leave it.
You've fucking lost it, Mark.
Mum, can we stop now?
Mum. My legs are hurting, can we stop?
Mum.
- Go through there.
- OK.
I'm tired, Mum.
Yeah, this is really exciting, though, isn't it?
Yeah, we're like forest people.
- Like apes.
- Yeah, monkeys.
Can we just have a little rest?
My leg's knacked.
HE GROANS
HE SOBS
Are you going to sleep too, Mum?
I'm going to stay up for a bit.
Do you want me to stay up with you?
Just go to sleep.
OK, night.
Night.
What did you say about me? Eh?
SHE SIMULATES GUNFIRE
That finished you off.
Mum?
Mum!
Mum!
Mum!
Mum!
SHE GASPS
GUNSHO What are you doing, eh?
What the hell are you doing? What are you doing?
SHE SOBS
It's OK. It's OK.
Do you want to go back in the tent, yeah?
It's OK, yeah? Come on.
It's all right.
Come here.
Let's go, yeah?
Are we not taking the tent or anything?
We're leaving it behind.
OK.