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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:

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