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The ASF reach the C.P. They are immediately alarmed and shouting

instructions to each other.

Taj appears and frantically beckons for Molly to go up.

TAJ:

Medic! Medic!

JAMES:

Dawes!

Molly starts to run up towards the checkpoint with the rest of

2 Section following.

JAMES (CONT'D)

Go!

Molly is behind Dangleberries and they are followed by Kinders

and James.

When they reach the checkpoint Molly stares in horror as she sees

the youngest ANA, Rolex Boy, lying face down and dead. Taj shouts

something at her in Pashto. Qaseem steps in.

TAJ:

(in Pashto - 10:
06:07)

Come and check if they are dead or

alive.

QASEEM:

Examine and confirm death.

Molly is transfixed and stares at the carnage. Qaseem looks at

her.

MOLLY:

He's just a kid, Qaseem.

QASEEM:

(prompting action)

Examine and confirm death.

Molly kneels and feels for a pulse on Rolex Boy. We can see how

affected she is.

MOLLY:

(to Qaseem)

No pulse.

Qaseem translates in Pashto.

QASEEM:

(in Pashto - 10:
06:43)

They’re dead.

Close up on Rolex Boy's wrist, covered in blood but the Rolex

is still there.

10:
06:49 EXT. MOUNTAIN PASS. C.P. DAY 11. 11:30

A little later. The bodies have all been bagged. We see Molly

sitting on a rock watching James and Azizi talk. Smurf heads across

to her smoking a cigarette.

SMURF:

Think we all know what happened here.

MOLLY:

I don't care what they get paid... it

ain't enough. They're just kids Smurf.

It's sick.

SMURF:

Gotta be green on green or they'd have

radio-ed it in if they'd had contact.

They shoot their own, don't they.

Afghans. Mind you, they shoot us given

half a chance.

MOLLY:

Glad to see you're cutting down.

SMURF:

I will do... one day. When there's

less... jitterbug in my head. D'you

reckon we'll still get home today?

MOLLY:

(nodding toward the body

bags)

There's not much a medic can do for them

poor buggers.

10:
07:53 EXT. COMPOUND

A shot of the compound.

10:
07:57 INT. MED CENTRE. DAY 11. 12:30

Molly has just returned from the shower and is in her track suit

rubbing her hair dry.

As she drys her hair we see James come in. He suddenly sees Molly

in a shaft of sunlight looking beautiful. He is almost taken aback,

not having seen her out of 'uniform' for so long. He is a little

bit disarmed. Suddenly he is confronted by a beautiful woman.

JAMES:

Er..replacent medic is on her way.

Molly jumps and turns.

JAMES (CONT'D)

You leave in one hour.

MOLLY:

What boss?

JAMES:

You're going home.

MOLLY:

Oh. Okay.

James looks at her for a moment sensing something's wrong.

JAMES:

What's the matter?

MOLLY:

Nothing. It's just...they just didn't

deserve to die like that. One lad wasn't

much older than Bashira.

JAMES:

Well he would have said he was 18 or

he wouldn't have been allowed to

enlist.

MOLLY:

(thinking of Bashira)

Do you think she's alright?

JAMES:

Yeah, I do. I think you allowed her an

opportunity she wouldn't have been

given.

MOLLY:

I'd love to write to her one day, you

know, when all this is over... just to

make sure she's alright.

JAMES:

She'll be fine.

(beat)

How long do you think you'll stay in

for, Dawes?

MOLLY:

The army Sir?

Molly shrugs.

MOLLY (CONT'D)

Dunno. It's hard to plan ahead, if you

know what I mean. Like today...

confirming those kids were dead...

They shot my mate Rolex boy at point

blank. He never stood a chance.

(quietly)

I just feel so sad about it all

sometimes. Rolex boy... Bashira... I

just wish that I could sort it all out.

JAMES:

Don't think too much. Just do the job

you're bloody good at and we'll all be

home by Christmas.

(a bit sheepishly)

Now, erm, I have a request for you!

MOLLY:

Boss?

JAMES:

Well I've have had my Nespresso machine

sent from England at great expense...

MOLLY:

To the tax payer.

JAMES:

Maybe but completely justified because

I am not a fully functioning soldier

until I've had my first shot of coffee

in the morning.

MOLLY:

Tea bag does me, boss.

James laughs.

JAMES:

(pulling out a felt tip pen

and writing on Molly's arm)

Now, Dawes, London. Nespresso shop on

Regents Street. Go and buy me some

Rosabaya coffee capsules and I will

adore you for always?

MOLLY:

Always sir?

Molly looks at her forearm that now has 'Rosabaya' written on

it in felt tip. Silence. He touches her hand, gently. Their fingers

entwined. They both watch their hands.

JAMES:

(whispers)

Come back to me.

MOLLY:

(whispers)

I will. Don't worry.

They're fingers are still entwined until suddenly they hear

wolf-whistles and a somewhat raucous salacious cheer and a shout

of 'Oi, boss man.'. It jerks them back to reality as it were.

JAMES:

(back as her Captain)

Hand over with the temp medic and get

your kit packed..

Molly stands and James leaves the tent in a hurry, embarrassed.

Molly looks sad watching him go.

10:
10:54 EXT. FOB. AFGHANISTAN. DAY 11. 13:30

A helicopter has landed to take Molly and Smurf to Bastion. As

Molly and Smurf prepare to head through the first gate everyone

is shouting orders at them and handing them pieces of paper with

orders written on.

NUDE-NUT

I want protein shake, chocolate

flavour.

FINGERS:

Some Marmite, yeah. A big bastard. 500

grammes minimum.

DANGLE BERRIES:

Get us some more boxers. Like anything,

Primark'll do.

MANSFIELD MIKE:

Yeah cos you've got skiddies in the rest

of em, haven't you Dangle Berries?

DANGLE BERRIES:

No mate, I used yours for that.

BRAINS:

Bring back some eye drops, Molly.

Seriously, all this dust and sh*t's

gettin in to my eyes and I'm in agony.

MOLLY:

I'd say that's the early stages of

cataracks!

MANSFIELD MIKE:

Are swear that's where we did basic

training, innit?

DANGLE BERRIES:

Catterick!

BAZ VEGAS:

Sensodine toothpaste, the one dentists

recommend.

SMURF:

We are going on our bloody holidays so

would you lot kindly...

Smurf gives them the finger. They cheer.

JAMES:

Good luck you two.

MOLLY:

Where's Sohail?

JAMES:

He's gone AWOL.

Molly lets this sink in. Smurf has heard.

SMURF:

I f***ing knew it. Taliban. You should

have let me shoot him on day one boss.

JAMES:

I'll pretend I didn't heard that,

Smurfoid.

BRAINS:

Might have saved the four lives on the

mountains.

SMURF:

Maybe if we find him we can invoice him

for the four body bags.

KINDERS:

Oi. Behave.

SMURF:

Am I right or I am I right, boss?

JAMES:

It's not always that straightforward.

'We are not wholly bad or good...'

He gives Smurf a significant look.

SOLDIER:

(in Pashto - 10:
02:06)

Helicopter is ready.

JAMES (CONT'D)

Go.

Cheers as the gate is opened. Smurf throws his arms above his

head.

SMURF:

See you later, suckers!

Molly starts to follow Smurf but she stops, deep in thought. She

turns back and calls out to James.

MOLLY:

If Sohail's gone AWOL then something

might happen.

James walks towards her.

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