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Come on, put some effort in!

Come on, son!

Right in the kisser!

Keep moving.

That's it, son.

Get your hands up, lad!

Come on.

Left, right, left, right!

That's it!

Come on!

That's it!

Into him, Hook!

Keep f***ing going!

Controlled aggression.

That's it, keep throwing.

One, two. One, two.

Lads, keep throwing.

Good work.

Take it and give it back.

That's it, keep going.

Lovely.

All right, time!

I said, time! F***ing break 'em!

Good lads.

You'll do for me, boys.

Back in line.

Next.

Next.

Welcome to the regiment.

Watch your footing, boys.

Open it up a bit.

Open it up a bit.

Come on, stay with me.

Stay with me.

Steady.

Watch it.

Keep moving.

Get back to your f***ing feet!

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Do not be afraid of the water.

Plough through it.

Plough through it.

Pull yourself up, Thompson.

Keep that head down.

Nice one. Come on, Hook.

Good work, son.

That's it.

Pull yourself...

Come on, then, Hook.

Help him out, Thompson.

Help him out, Thompson.

Come on, drag him.

Up the wall, go!

Go on, get up there!

Come on, get your back against the wall.

Get him up there.

Come on, stop messing around.

Go on, get him up.

Drag him up.

Go on, that's it, help each other.

Help each other! That's it.

- Come on, Thommo.

- Your lives are in each other's hands.

Teamwork, boys.

Teamwork.

Well done, guys.

Get his knees up.

Go on, keep moving!

Keep it going!

Keep it going!

What are you doing?

Leave him!

You can send a medic back

when you reach your objective.

Now get back in formation

before you get everybody killed!

Hands off c*cks and pull on socks!

Come on, get fell in!

Platoon... Platoon, 'shun!

Because of the deteriorating

security situation in Belfast,

your regiment is now being deployed there

on an emergency basis.

Any questions?

- We're not going to Germany?

- You're going to Belfast.

I take it you all know

where Belfast is?

Northern Ireland, the United Kingdom.

Here.

You are not leaving this country.

What's up wi' you?

Come on, Darren, our kid, eat your food

before it gets cold, mate.

'Ey up, listen...

I don't want you

worried about me, OK?

I'll be fine.

I promise you.

Now, come on, eat up.

I'm not even leaving the country,

so you've got nothing to worry about.

- Got a girlfriend?

- No.

No?

Let me see your teeth.

You liar!

Wa-hey-hey!

Go on, then!

Go on!

Right, I'll be back soon, OK?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Hug.

- All children must be back by five pm.

- Go on.

You of all people should remember that,

Hook.

Offload.

Welcome to Ireland.

Come down. I want you lining up

with your gun over there.

Quickly, and up the stairs.

Come on, move.

Move, move, move.

That's right, single file.

Single file.

Drop your gun off.

Right, this is where

you eat and sleep.

I'll show you where

you sh*t in a minute.

Why you look so gormless?

Were you expecting the f***ing Ritz?

Get your kit squared away.

Get a f***ing brew on.

You're not at the

depot now, boys.

You've got to look

after yourselves.

And don't worry,

you'll only be staying here till one of

the Paddies shoots you anyway.

Come on, hurry up and organise yourselves.

Hurry up and come inside, man!

Attention!

At ease.

I'm Lieutenant Armitage,

your platoon commander.

I um...

I just wanted to

meet the new boys.

I'm a bit of a new boy myself, actually.

Well, looking forward to getting to know

you all over the next couple of days.

Anyway, hello.

Well, carry on.

You heard what the man said.

Carry on.

You can't sleep?

Ta.

- Who are they?

- MRF, undercover guys.

Nothing to do with us.

Pay attention. Now, this is basic

information but very necessary.

Roughly, very roughly,

you can divide the city between the

Protestant Loyalist east, here in orange,

friendly.

And the Catholic Nationalist west

in green,

hostile.

Both communities have paramilitary

factions itching to get at each other.

You need to be aware that

within the Republican movement

we're seeing a split between

the older official IRA elements

and the younger

more radical street-fighting element,

the Provisionals.

This is the front line, boys.

Catholics and Protestants living

side by side, at each other's throats,

divided by the Falls Road.

You can use the Divis Flats

at the top of the Falls Road

as an orientation point,

but do not enter the flats.

They've become

an IRA stronghold.

Very dangerous.

I think that's all.

Dismissed.

Your rifle.

Look lively!

- Expecting a riot, Sergeant?

- I thought we should be prepared, sir.

Today's operation is to assist the RUC

in conducting a house search

in the Catholic community.

I want berets, Sergeant.

No riot gear.

- Are you sure, sir?

- We need to reassure people.

We're here to protect them. We need to

look them in the eye and tell them that.

Carry on.

All right, boys, you heard the man.

Shields and helmets back here.

Berets on.

Come on, quick as you can! Load up.

Get on.

We have to move out in two minutes.

We've got to reassure the Paddy.

Quick.

Emergency crisis my arse!

Apparently the birds f***ing love us

over here, lads.

Mate of mine was out here last year.

"Chucking f***ing knickers at us."

Brilliant, mate.

Looks like Leeds.

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