
Our Girl Page #5
Season #1 Episode #5- Year:
- 2013
- 90 min
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NAN:
'Bout as much as I look like Duchess
Kate!
Dave comes over and gives a drink to Nan.
DAVE:
I am the proudest dad in the whole world
right now, fellas. My little girl...
Dave looks like he's getting choked.
MOLLY:
(snaps)
Just drop this bullshit now, yeah?
They look a little taken aback.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
That's it, alright. I don't want to hear
any more!
Beat.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
(quietly, with angst)
How was what I even did heroic?
NUDE-NUT
You deserved it, Molls.
DAVE:
Course she did. You heard what that
Captain had to say.
MOLLY:
Yeah from his hospital bed!
Molly sees her mum and Nan and heads over to them.
DAVE:
(calling after her)
Valour and all that. Bravery on the
battlefield.
BELINDA:
(hugging Molly)
Oh, here she is!
DAVE:
You're a chip off of the old block, ain’t
ya Molls.
Molly sees Dave hugging and embracing the boys and her smile fades.
10:
25:23 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. BEDROOM. EAST HAM.Molly is putting on her trainers. She is in her track suit. We
can see Nan outside looking in, clearly worried about Molly.
Molly's phone pings an email.
NAN:
(sticking her head in)
What was that?
MOLLY:
It's just an email Nan, relax.
NAN:
Smurf?
Molly shakes her head.
NAN (CONT'D)
What?
MOLLY:
(reading)
Nothing.
NAN:
Come on it's bloody something.
MOLLY:
It's just a friend of mine from Afghan.
NAN:
Soldier?
MOLLY:
No, he's a teacher at a University.
NAN:
They got a University in
Af-bleeding-ganistan? Bet they don't
have to pay nine grand to go there!
MOLLY:
He's looking after a little friend of
mine. Well he's trying to... oh why is
nothing ever simple, Nan?
Molly holds her head in her hands.
NAN:
What is it?
Molly doesn’t answer.
NAN (CONT'D)
(gently)
Come on, tell your nan.
MOLLY:
I'm going for a run.
NAN:
Tell me first.
MOLLY:
We got this little girl into a safe house
in Kabul. My friend was trying to see
her and when he finally got permission
he found out she'd been moved. Now he's
got to start the process over.
NAN:
I'm sure she'll be alright.
MOLLY:
Are you? Cos I sure as hell haven't got
a bloody clue! It's tearing me apart,
Nan.
NAN:
Why?
MOLLY:
Because I might've ruined her life. I
might have even killed her.
Kabul is so dangerous...
Molly looks at her Nan before shaking her head, desperately
worried. She then heads out past her, briefly resting her hand
on Nan's shoulder and giving her a quick smile.
10:
26:55 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. EAST HAM.Molly comes down the stairs past her mum in the sitting room.
Her Nan is at the top of the stairs.
MOLLY:
I'm going for a run, Mum.
BELINDA:
What, round here? You're brave.
Nan has come down the stairs. Belinda comes into the
hall.
BELINDA (CONTD)
Course you are, you're in the army! Got
medals for it.
MOLLY:
I might run up to Stratford and run round
that park there.
NAN:
She's going stir crazy.
MOLLY:
Just crazy, Nan.
NAN:
Maybe they can sort us out a double room.
MOLLY:
What, you cracking up an' all?
NAN:
You'd have to be insane not to crack
up with the life I've had.
Dave emerges from the downstairs loo in just his Union Jack pants
and the newspaper rolled up under his arm. The three ladies look
at him and laugh.
DAVE:
Oh f*** me, the coven taking the piss
again.
BELINDA:
Oh yeah.
DAVE:
Actually I'm actually thinking of
doing an Iron Man next year.
NAN:
What's one of them?
MOLLY:
Running, cycling, swimming. Endurance
thing.
DAVE:
Once I've pumped up the tyres on me bike
I'm gonna be full time on it.
They all laugh, but not Dave.
DAVE (CONT'D)
I'd do anything to get into shape for
the woman I love.
Dave grabs Belinda and kisses her. We see Molly watching them.
NAN:
Put her down, it's quite vomit
inducing.
DAVE:
D'you say you're going out, Molly?
MOLLY:
I'm going for a run. Why, are you coming?
DAVE:
Starting tomorrow. Can you get us some
rolling papers. I got some change
upstairs.
MOLLY:
Nah it's alright. I've got fourteen
grand in the bank. Deployment money.
DAVE:
Get us some baccy an all then!
Molly nods and starts to head out.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Here, I might get you to buy me a nice
Beemer, eh Molls, eh?! You'll remember
your old man when you're flashing the
cash eh?
10:
28:00 EXT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. EAST HAM.Dave has come onto the balcony to see Molly off. They both look
across to the stadium.
DAVE:
Not long now and that'll all be luxury
houses.
MOLLY:
What, round here?! They might have
marble work tops but they still gotta
look out the window and see you in your
pants.
DAVE:
I've been over there. West Ham. Told
them you've come home a hero. They said
they want you as a guest of honour...
plus one. Me.
MOLLY:
Football?
DAVE:
Do it for daddy Molls. I can't afford
to go else. All you gotta do is walk
around the pitch.
MOLLY:
No!
DAVE:
Nip over there. Bloke called Ben. He'll
show you what you gotta do.
Molly starts walk away.
MOLLY:
No, Dad!
DAVE:
There's a free meal and everything! And
I'll get to meet my heroes.
(sings)
Paolo Di Canio, Paolo Di Canio...!
Molly laughs as she walks away.
10:
28:41 EXT. EAST HAM. STREETWe see Molly running around the streets of East London. As she
runs she keeps getting flash backs to her time in Afghanistan.
Running through an Arghan street. Sohail’s bloodied face. James
getting shot. Then other flash/cut moments from the tour.
She then sees a young Asian girl drop her headscarf. Molly picks
up the scarf and has flashes of Bashira. She runs after the girl,
convinced it's Bashira.
MOLLY:
Excuse me...
The girl turns around and Molly of course sees it is not Bashira.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
You dropped this.
A shop keeper with a beard, standing outside guarding his fruit,
looks at Molly. He says something. Molly turns, petrified. For
a split second she only sees Badrai.
10:
29:22 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. HALLWAY/KITCHEN EAST HAM.Molly arrives home after her run. She falls back against the wall
and has more flashbacks of Bashira. The kids come into the hall
singing and being noisy. They shake her out of her trance.
YOUNG DAWES SON:
Quick. Move. Mum said upstairs.
Molly heads into the kitchen and watches as Bella somewhat messily
makes herself a sandwich. She cuts and wastes great chunks of
cheese, bits falling onto the floor and other bits being rejected
as not straight enough for her sandwich. Molly watches, silently
fuming.
MOLLY:
(snaps)
What's the matter with them bits of
cheese you've cut off?
BELLA:
Don't like the end bits.
MOLLY:
It's cheddar, it ain't got any end bits!
Bella ignores her and carries on being messily wasteful.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Alright, there's people in the world
that would be grateful for that cheese!
There's some people that are trying to
survive in places so frightening...
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