Our Girl Page #7

GEORGIE:

(hiding behind a rock)

Language 10:
35:02 Sh*t!

Elvis sprints towards the furtive young man..

ELVIS:

Georgie!

JAMES:

ELVIS what are you doing… Take cover!

He reaches the furtive young man who has his back to him standing on the guard tower firing

down onto the beach, and, rugby style, dives at him, grabbing him round the middle and flying

them both off the top of the tower and sending them plunging down the forty foot drop to the

beach.

Georgie stares up in horror, the firing now ceased of course, and Elvis and the young man flying

through the air, hurtling towards the beach.

Elvis not letting go of him, the two of them land with a sickening thud. The young guy breaking

Elvis' fall.

Georgie is straight on her feet and over to them, immediately clicking into medic mode.

GEORGIE:

ELVIS!

JAMES:

Target is down…

The young man lies unconscious, clearly spinal and neck injuries and compound fractures of leg

and arm. Elvis has rolled off him and appears unconscious.

GEORGIE:

(urgent, efficient)

Brains, I need my bergan., Fingers shout up for a med

evac now.

She checks his airways and looks into his eyes. He starts to focus and stir.

Music ‘3OG11’ in: 10:34:53

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Elvis, Elvis! Okay I need you to keep really still for me

okay?

Georgie turns and sees King running towards her.

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

Kingy, I need spinal boards and neck braces... Is anyone

shot?

KING:

Yeah one of the paras got an entry and exit gunshot

wound to the thigh, thru and thru. But don't worry about it

the guys are on it.

Kenyan guards are running over, shouting. They make a motion to drag away the young man.

GEORGIE:

(firmly)

No. No. No Leave him. Leave him.

GUARD 2

We must take him away and arrest him.

GEORGIE:

No. No. No at the moment he's in my charge and you're

not taking him anywhere, do you understood? Kingy

please.

KING:

(firmly)

Look you heard the medic. Not now you don't.

King stares at Georgie as she checks Elvis' airways and feels his ribs.

Georgie and King start to scoop the sand up around Elvis and the young man as they lie on their

backs, keeping them in place.

Georgie is trying to feel Elvis' ribs to ascertain the extent of the damage.

ELVIS:

(clearly badly winded and wracked with

pain)

You reckon I'll be alright?

GEORGIE:

You weren't alright before you fell so that's unlikely. Just

keep really still for me. okay.

ELVIS:

I weren't going to let him shoot you, Georgie.

Georgie flashes him a look.

KINGY:

He's got a pulse! His airways clear.

GEORGIE:

(looking at the desperate state of the

young man)

Kingy, will you just take over from me Okay. Keep his,

keep his head still. There you go..

James arrives on the beach and sprints towards them.

Music ‘3OG11’ out: 10:36:14

KINGY:

Got him.

FINGERS:

(examining the young man)

Suspected spinal and internal injuries.

GEORGIE:

Yeah.

FINGERS:

We've got a compound fracture to the left tib and fib.

GEORGIE:

Yeah.

JACKSON:

He's stable at the moment. But we need to make him my

priority. Give me a collar

GEORGIE:

Boss we need the Medivac now.

JAMES:

Already on it.

GEORGIE:

Okay.

JAMES:

How's Elvis?

GEORGIE:

(flatly)

He fell on top of this guy and this guy landed on the

rocks.

She gives a little shake of the head.

JAMES:

BRAINS! NOW! ASAP! COME ON!

Some of the paras arrive carrying their injured comrade.

Georgie now has the entire situation in control.

The young man and Elvis are on spinal boards with neck braces. The Para is tourniquet-ed and

sedated.

James and Osman are clearing the beach for the MERT helicopter to land.

JAMES:

Are you sure Elvis is alright to travel by road?

GEORGIE:

(nodding)

Yeah I'll go with him... till I drop him off at the hospital.

ELVIS:

(in pain)

For crying out loud I'm fine It's just a rib injury.

GEORGIE:

Language 10:
36:56 Yeah an potential punctured lung. Other than that... he'll

live to twat another day.

Music ‘3OG11’ in: 10:36:58

JAMES:

(calling across)

Let's go. All ready? Right Georgie.

GEORGIE:

Yeah.

IN:
10:37:15 EXT. HOSPITAL. MOMBASA. DAY

The ambulance swings into the hospital. We see they are being escorted by another military

vehicle containing Spanner, Spunky and Jackson.

IN:
10:37:21 INT. HOSPITAL. MOMBASA. DAY

Georgie stands with a Kenyan doctor, Duma, studying X-Rays. We see Elvis a little way off,

Spanner, Spunky and Jackson by his side.

Music ‘3OG11’ out: 10:37:22

DUMA:

(studying the x-rays and flashing a look at

Elvis)

Well, he's a very lucky man.

Georgie glances in Elvis' direction.

ELVIS:

Is he?

DUMA:

A fall like that could have killed you.

ELVIS:

Well here I am, alive and kicking.

GEORGIE:

(turning and looking at Elvis)

Only you could have took a fall like that and end up with

sore ribs and bruises.

The doctor looks at her for a beat.

ELVIS:

X-rays show no fractures then?

DUMA:

Hairline fracture to seventh rib. We can give you some

pain relief other than that. Rest up young man.

GEORGIE:

You so nearly died Elvis.

Elvis takes this in and nods.

ELVIS:

Thank you.

GEORGIE:

What for?

ELVIS:

Being concerned.

James and King arrive.

JAMES:

How is he doc?

DUMA:

It will be very painful for a few weeks...

GEORGIE:

Good.

DUMA:

(puzzled)

Pardon?

Music ‘3OG12’ in: 10:38:07

JAMES:

Language 10:
38:09 That's what comes with being a mad bastard, eh Elvis.

ELVIS:

(Looking at Georgie. )

Just trying to save a live, Captain.

James looks from Elvis to Georgie.

IN:
10:38:19 EXT. HOTEL. DUSK

There are now several dozen heavily armed Kenyan troops guarding the hotel and beach - the

military having replaced local security.

The hotel caterers have built a fire and are having a traditional Kenyan barbecue.

James and 2 section, the paras, Osman and his Kenyan soldiers and Elvis, Spunky, Spanner and

Jackson are eating a veritable meat feast.

Elvis is the 'guest of honour' and has been sat in a colonial style whicker seat/throne with a

blanket on his knee. There is much laughing and high spirits.

ALL:

Background chatter

SPANNER:

As there's nothing wrong with you Elvis, you can get

your own pudding.

Music ‘3OG12’ out: 10:38:32

ELVIS:

Yeah right, you can jog on mate… I'm in a bad way, I've

got bad bruised ribs, ask the medic she'll tell you.

GEORGIE:

You made that poor kid break your fall.

ELVIS:

Blasphemy 10:
38:41 To stop him shooting you! Bit of appreciation wouldn't go

amiss, would it Jesus!

JAMES:

Right guys, I would like us to show us our appreciation to

our Kenyan hosts... for their magnificent nay veritable

feast.

They cheer and clap, the Kenyan chefs smile and bow.

JAMES (CONT'D)

Now I would like you to remember just how tasty this

meal was because tomorrow you'll be back in Blighty

queuing up at some miserable godforsaken chicken joint

waiting for a take away in the rain.

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