Our Girl
Season #1 Episode #1- Year:
- 2013
- 90 min
- 1,456 Views
10:
00:00 EXT. SALISBURY PLAIN.A helicopter flies overhead.
The rear operations group are on exercise.
10:
00:06 BBC LOGOWe see MOLLY DAWES caked in mud on her 'mission specific' training
– battlefield simulation. We see soldiers firing weapons with
explosions echoing all around.
Molly runs to a ‘battle casualty’ to check his pulse and gets
a message into her ear piece and looks around.
RADIO VO:
Private Dawes. Report to the O.C.
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00:22 CAPTION: OCTOBER 201310:
00:23 INT. ARMORED VEHICLE/EXT. SALISBURY PLAINCORPORAL JACKMAN and MAJOR BRICE are sitting in the armoured
vehicle watching the training sessions. They watch as Molly comes
over to them and stands to attention. Corporal Kelly drake is
with her.
MAJOR BRICE:
Relax Dawes.
She does.
MAJOR BRICE (CONT’D)
Bit cold out there, isn't it?
MOLLY:
Yes sir, tayter's sir.
MAJOR BRICE:
You’d better go and pack your sun
cream Dawes. You're off to Afghan
and it's 47 degrees.
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00:36 MUSIC IN – DORIAN (INST)10:
00:38 EXT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. STREET. EAST HAM.Molly stands on the street in her uniform looking up at her family
home, her kit bag in her hand.
MAJOR BRICE (VO)
Battle casualty replacement.
She walks along to the front door.
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00:48 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. EAST HAM.Molly greets and hugs her mum Belinda in the kitchen.
MAJOR BRICE (VO)
You've done well on your mission
specific training so you've got
tonight to say goodbye to your
family.
Molly heads out the kitchen to go up the stairs. Belinda looks
sad and worried.
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00:59 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. BEDROOM.Molly’s sister Bella is asleep. Molly kisses her hand and touches
Bella’s cheek.
10:
01:03 INT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. LANDING.Molly gently shuts the bedroom door.
MAJOR BRICE (VO)
It’s not going to be easy Dawes.
Molly heads down the stairs and opens the front door to head off.
Dave appears and the top of the stairs and watches her go.
MAJOR PRICE (VO)
You’re serving your country..do
yourself proud.
Molly shuts the front door. Dave looks concerned.
10:
01:20 EXT. MOLLY'S HOUSE. EAST HAM.Molly is heading off with her kit bag looking happy.
10:
01:24 INT. BRIZE NORTON. DAY 2. 10:59Molly enters with her kit bag and paper.
MAJOR BRICE (VO)
Brize Norton, 11.00 hours tomorrow.
You're to report to a Corporal
Kinders and be attached to his
MAJOR BRICE (VO)
First impressions are important.
Make the right one.
Molly hands over her papers to a soldier at the desk.
KINDERS:
Private Dawes?
Molly looks round to see Corp. Kinders.
MOLLY:
Yes corporal.
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01:44 INT/EXT. MILITARY AIRFIELD. BRIZE NORTON.Molly follows Kinders. Through the window she sees the three
sections that make up the platoon she is joining
Assembling on rostra for the obligatory pre-deployment
Platoon photograph.
KINDERS (OOV)
Welcome to the Under Fives.
Molly emerges from the building with Kinders. There is a Hercules
airplane behind them.
KINDERS:
(pointing)
Right, Dawes, you are with 2
section. Double in and join them.
10:
02:06 MUSIC OUT – DORIAN (INST)Molly puts her kit bag down and joins on the very end. They are
all chatting around her. Captain James emerges from a building.
Suddenly the entire atmosphere changes.
JAMES strides towards his platoon and stands still in
Front of them - such is his command he does not need
To say a word to have them braced up and totally silent.
JAMES:
(with quiet authority)
Can it really take you massive
cockwombles this long to get into
your sections for a bloody
photograph?
Molly emits a little smile. James flashes his eyes towards her.
He is not happy.
JAMES (CONT'D)
What are you laughing at, medic?
MOLLY:
'Cockwomble', Sir.
SILENCE.
JAMES:
For the benefit of our alleged new
medic, who are we?
The platoon barks their well-practiced answer in unison.
PLATOON:
The Under Fives, sir!
He looks back up at Molly.
JAMES:
And why d'you think we're called
that, medic?
MOLLY:
I don't know sir.
JAMES:
Well, take a look.
Molly studies the extremely young looking platoon.
MOLLY:
They look young, sir?
JAMES:
And every one of them is in my charge
so if you can't cut it as our medic
and part of the team I have no
hesitation in lobbing you out of the
plane. Is that understood?
Molly gets his power and hold and knows to behave instantly.
MOLLY:
Yes sir.
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02:57 MUSIC IN – WAR RAGES ONJames heads back to the front and takes his place with the
Three section corporals, Kinders, Jenkins and Grayson, at the
front of the platoon. Molly glances over at James as the photograph
is taken. He turns and looks at her briefly before looking back,
eyes front.
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03:10 TITLES IN10:
03:24 CARD: LACEY TURNER10:
03:26 CARD: IWAN RHEON10:
03:29 CARD: BEN ALDRIDGE10:
03:37 CARD: OUR GIRL10:
03:41 TITLES OUT10:
03:41 INT. BRIZE NORTON.The platoon are all moving down from the rostrum and taking five
minutes down time. A few of them start to sniff out Molly.
DANGLE-BERRIES
I love a medic, me.
BRAINS:
Cos he's sick in the head... He'll
need you poppet.
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03:43 CAPTION: Created and Written byTONY GROUNDS:
MANSFIELD MIKE:
Pleased to make your acquaintance
darling. I'm Mansfield Mike.
Although I'm not actually from
Mansfield.
10:
03:48 CAPTION: Produced byKEN HORN:
10:
03:49 MUSIC OUT – WAR RAGES ONBRAINS:
Yeah, he is!
MANSFIELD MIKE:
No, I’m not. I'm from Derby,
actually.
10:
03:53 CAPTION: Directed byANTHONY PHILIPSON
Everybody laughs. Molly doesn’t look impressed.
Molly stands awkwardly. Someone approaches her from behind and
speaks in her ear. She swings round and sees Smurf.
SMURF:
Well if it ain't my 'Friday night
round the back of the Indian take away
in Guildford.'
Molly is clearly thunderstruck to see him.
MOLLY:
Oh bollocks.
SMURF:
We were bound to meet up again at some
point. That's the army for you.
MOLLY:
Is that what you call me, 'round the
back of the Indian take away'?
SMURF:
Only for short hand. I was gonna text
you back but we weren't allowed
phones at Catterick.
MOLLY:
You got something on your chin...
Smurf touches his chin.
MOLLY (CONT’D)
Oh, it’s just a bit of bullshit.
SMURF:
I bet you don't remember what they call
me.
MOLLY:
I do actually, it's in my phone,
'Smurf'... Cos you look like one.
SMURF:
No I don't, I'm bunk up material, me.
I could have had any of your section
MOLLY:
Oh I'm so proud.
(increasingly anxious)
Listen, don’t say anything to the
others, yeah?
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