Our Girl Page #3

Georgie smiles before being whisked away by military intelligence to an annex of the hotel.

James escorting her.

JAMES:

(stepping in)

Lads.

They look at him briefly.

Music ‘3OG1’ out: 10:06:28

JAMES (CONT'D)

(firmly)

Come on.

They all get the message and hurry on.

BRAINS:

Missed you…

MONK:

Stop making it weird man…

IN:
10:06:37 EXT. HOTEL. DAY

James gestures the view and the sea.

JAMES:

Not too shabby, eh Lane.

They see some of the paras walking along the beach/lounging around. Still in kit albeit relaxed.

Georgie looks around at the various Kenyan security positioned every few yards along the

perimeter and also down on the beach. They appear to be surrounded by a Kenyan ring of steel.

JAMES (CONT'D)

It's a completely safe zone.

GEORGIE:

We expecting trouble?

JAMES:

Stay alert, stay alive. It's not just Al Shabaab

sympathisers... Pirates work this coast too.

GEORGIE:

Yeah right.

JAMES:

Not... eye patch pirates, Lane. They're just called

pirates. Basically making their living robbing ships on the

high seas. But some rob, kidnap and kill tourists too.

GEORGIE:

Everyone has to make a living, I guess Boss.

James gives her a look. Georgie looks out to sea.

Music ‘3OG2’ in: 10:07:01

GEORGIE (CONT'D)

There's always a price to pay for paradise.

James smiles.

IN:
10:07:12 EXT. HOTEL. DAY

James and Georgie walk into the bar reception, where two section are chilling, in casual uniform

but all still 'on duty'.

They see Georgie and cheer. She smiles and heads over, as they all leap up to greet her.

FINGERS:

Well look who it is…

JAMES:

After you.

GEORGIE:

Thank you.

FINGERS:

Come on then. Where have you been, hiding? You little

skiver!

MONK:

What d'you do, Lane... whine at the Al Shabaab like a

scouser till they let you go?

Music ‘3OG2’ out: 10:07:46

BRAINS:

She isn't a scouser, Monk.

GEORGIE:

I'm a Manc, Monk.

MONK:

Same difference. If you’re not on the tube you're all

northern to me.

DANGLES:

Monk could have been singing like a canary at the first

thumb screw.

MONK:

I did actually water board my mate with lager.

GEORGIE:

So your lager boarded him then.

BRAINS:

Brilliant to have you back.

GEORGIE:

Ah Thanks for that.

Brains gives her a hug, clearly enamored of her.

MONK:

Stiffy klaxon!

GEORGIE:

Aww Kingy… Hi.

KING:

(heading over)

Welcome back to the fold, Lance Corporal.

GEORGIE:

Oww… Thank you!

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