In Our Name Page #3

All right, Mark, I've had enough.

- Mark!

- You still going on? You still f***ing going on?

I'm not, I'm not. I'm finished, Mark, I'm finished.

I'm going to call the police.

Call the f***ing police. Go on.

- You're barred for life.

- You want to bar me?

- Yes.

- F***ing slag.

I'll get your dad on you, mind.

Go f*** 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! F***ing give it!

- Who the f*** is he?

- No-one. F***ing give it me back!

Take it! Who the f*** 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?

F*** 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 f***ing mention it again.

Suzy, look, if you need to...

Marie, I said don't f***ing 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 sh*t.

Yeah?

You been drinking?

A bit, yeah. Are you wanting to come in?

Yeah, be nice. Like the f***ing 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 f***ing soon.

Yeah, I got one as well. Officer training, 16 weeks.

Sh*t. 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 sh*t 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 f***ing mental...

All right, not mental,

- I'd say philosophical.

- DOOR OPENS

F***ing 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 f***.

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 c*nt 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.

F***.

That's what it smelt like. Burning hair.

You know?

So, I just took his scarf as a f***ing trophy.

Still got the blood in it. Go on, have a look.

F*** 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 f***ing beer...

..I'm going to bite your f***ing face off.

You've been busy.

What, she sleeping in here now, then, is she?

Yeah. It's safer.

Safer? What the f*** you talking about, safer? Suze, come here.

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