This program me contains very strong language from the start
and throughout, and scenes that some viewers may find upsetting.
Hands by your side. Sit.
We're looking for those rare people who, no matter how hard life gets,
will have the will and strength to succeed
in the face of extreme adversity.
Walk.
Let's keep it moving!
In this series,
an elite team of ex-Special Forces soldiers...
Let's go!
...are putting 20 civilians through the toughest stage of SAS selection.
The Vietnamese jungle isn't some gap year holiday destination.
It will kill you if you underestimate it.
These recruits are in for a baptism of fire.
Fight!
Give it to him! Knock him down!
Operating in one of the most unforgiving environments on Earth...
Keep pushing!
The jungle phase of selection
was the hardest part of my military career.
I can't play this any more.
I've never felt so relieved for something to be over.
Let's go!
Each task based on a real process...
Over there, now!
The recruits must go beyond the physical...
...to come face to face with their true character.
Come on!
Go, go, go!
If tell you one more time, I'll take that armband off you.
No other test asks as much...
Believe in yourself. I tried my best.
...or means as much to the few who make it through...
Pleased to be a winner.
Oh, what am I gonna do, girls? I still can't poo.
Well, I'm really sorry for what's to come,
but I think I've got the shits.
Oh, don't make me jealous!
No, I really do. It's really bad.
Yeah, same. It fell out of me like a sack of potatoes.
Can you lick me? Sorry, what?
Can I just catch what you've got just so I can have a poo?
20 ordinary men and women
are undertaking a unique version of SAS selection
Overnight, Number 19 Anne
has become the eighth recruit to withdraw from the course.
When you get to the point, you get to the point, I think.
Some of us are OK saying we're not fine
and some of us are pretending we're fine.
Yeah, it's tough, man, yeah.
It takes its toll on everybody, I think.
Mmm.
Recruits, on the parade square!
Let's go, let's go, go, go, go.
Full kit, let's go!
Guys, quick! Fast, please.
Let's go.
Good.
Stand still.
Oi! Stand still.
Right now, some of you are looking totally lost.
Eight have already gone.
So clig deep.
Drop the sorrow, embrace every second that you are here.
Now begins the new phase.
It's about pulling that fragmented mind of yours
and your body together.
Get a grip of yourself,
be composed and give it 100%.
Got it?
ALL: Yes, staff.
Out of parade square,
go right through the gate.
Go.
In the special forces,
half the time, your life is madness.
It is chaotic. You can't allow yourself
to be emotionally drawn into combat.
I'd suggest nine times out of ten, that'll get you killed.
Every clay, man, I feel like giving up.
Really?
It's so tough, man.
It's worth hanging on as long as you can.
In those brutal moments
when everything around you's just going to shit,
the key to you surviving is composure.
Get over here.
The DS have taken the recruits
to a remote lake ten miles from base.
Take your Bergens off the boat. Yes, staff.
Come on, then, let's get out.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Go!
Wearing full kit,
they must now scramble up a sheer cliff face
in punishing 35 degree heat.
Let's go.
Keep the noise down.
It's like a herd of elephants coming through.
They're about to find out
the only way down is through this mountain cave.
On the battlefield, things can turn on a dime.
You have no idea what you're going to get into.
But you improvise. You adapt. You overcome.
You instantly and willingly jump into the unknown.
He flew down there.
You scared of heights? Big time.
Just going to hold on to my nerves and get on with it.
That's what I'm here to do.
The recruits must now negotiate the sheer 200-foot cave descent
in a controlled manner.
If a recruit panics,
loses their damn mind, starts to flop around in the funky chicken,
then for sure, they're not passing this task.
If they lose control, they will fail.
Stand by, 5.
Facing the descent is Number 5, Becky.
OK, hold tight. Yep.
Right hand on this rope.
I'm good at being a mum, I'd like to think,
and a housewife.
But, yeah, I think I'm pretty tough.
Do I hold both things? just hold this.
I'm definitely one of these people that protects my friends.
OK, ease yourself back.
Play it out with the right hand.
Once, I got in trouble with the police
for hitting a girl when I was 18.
She was pissing off my friend.
That wasn't my finest moment.
Confidence.
Composure.
I definitely don't think
I'm the same person I was 15 years ago.
Go!
00f!
That's it.
Control your descent, 5.
Keep that right arm strong.
Feed it through, you'll descend a lot quicker.
Walk across, good.
Keep in that position, that's good.
Control it all the way down.
Start looking where you want to be going.
How was that? Buzzing. I fucking clone it!
Good effort.
It was a good descent.
Fucking hell, calm down.
I'm going to give you the pass. All right?
Fucking GI Jane now, ain't you?
Or maybe just fucking plain Jane.
Number 5 Becky maintains her composure and passes the task.
Keep your bearing when you get down there
or you're going to get your ass chewed by the chief instructor.
Yes, staff. Next up is Number 11 Zac,
who has already highlighted himself to the DS
for erratic behaviour on tasks.
Lock it there.
Yes, staff.
Heights, um... Heights scare me, to be fair.
They're nice. I like being up high and like looking at the view,
but when I actually look down, like,
past my feet, whoo!
Don't look down. Don't look down.
I could say I deal with it really well
and I'd want to tell you that I deal with it really well,
but after being on the course for a few clays
and I'm shattered and hungry, I might act differently.
Go.
Control your descent, 11.
Yes, staff.
Control it! Slow it down.
Slow it down.
Get control.
Oh, I'm spinning like a fairy.
Move your fucking right arm and you'll move.
Straight down. Control it.
Slow it down.
Get control!
What happened there at the very start? Nothing, staff.
What do you mean, fucking nothing?
Am I fucking blind or stupid? I was a bit nervous, staff.
I'm talking about the speed of your descent at the start.
Too fast, too slow? Do you think it was too fast? I don't know, staff.
Let me tell you about the descent.
If I hadn't been down here fucking braking for you,
let me tell you something now - you'd be down there.
Once you've lost control of that, you won't fucking regain it.
Your initial position and fucking descent was too fast.
Got it? Yes, staff.
Nine recruits still face the 200-foot drop.
All right, 18. Go. That's it.
Control that descent, 18.
Fucking slow it down!
Get control of it!
In the Special Forces, we work at height.
Go.
Composure.
And that includes getting to target,
whether that's landing on oil rigs, vehicles, buildings.
It's imperative that we have the element of surprise.
Stay in control.
The infield is a means to get there.
Go. Good control, 16.
Keeping your composure is of the utmost importance.
It's really hard to grip.
You're not giving me a lot of confidence here, ten.
Stand by. OK.
Can they control their emotion?
Go.
Go faster!
Fucking hell, some time today if you can make it.
You're not painting the fucking ceiling.
Get down here.
Can they follow the data that they're given?
Hold it there. What the fuck was going on up there?
What were you doing, taking a selfie or something?
Now attempting the descent is Number 14, Ross.
To me, 14.
I'm very stable.
I don't have a temper.
I am not easy to scare.
People calling me names wouldn't make me upset.
People shouting "enemy" wouldn't make me upset. Hold it. Hold it.
The DS has laid into me.
I think I'm sort of expecting that to happen.
I'm not personally bothered by anything.
Lock it down. Execute.
Control that descent.
Get down there.
Don't showboat.
That's good. Stay in control.
Be aware, look around you.
Don't just be looking down.
Stay controlled.
Get your feet ready.
How was that? That was amazing. Thank you.
For a big unit, it takes a little bit more to control that.
You actually did that. Well done.
Thank you, staff.
Grab your Bergen and get it on your back.
Fucking strap's fucked.
Stay on top of your equipment. Fix it back up.
Take the things off, then. Hang on. Don't tell me to hang on,
I just told you to take your gloves off.
Take the fuckers off.
Your attitude stinks.
Recruits, over here.
Right over there, 11.
Get tight. Sit down.
This is what's bothering me.
People popping off, gabbing off
and losing their military bearing,
you know who you are.
You need to switch on and get the job clone.
Am I understood? Yes, staff.
All right, let's move out.
Let's go.
So he said, "How did you think it went?"
I said, "I don't fucking know.
"You've clone this 100 times. I've clone it none."
So I don't know how fucking fast I was going to be going, bruv.
I'm going to throw that armband in his face, mate.
Oh, my God. We've got bananas!
We've got bananas?
Oh!
I'm going to have a fucking banana sandwich.
Living la vida loca, eh?
I can't wait to eat these bananas.
Hello!
After this morning's cave descent,
the DS meet to discuss the recruits' performance.
Day five, then, new phase - composure.
Number 5 was shaky and took a bit of a spill,
but regained herself and then her descent was controlled.
What speaks volumes is her attitude.
She's still there, giving it a go, smiling.
Nothing seems to be getting to her.
5 is still in the race.
There's a few people who just ain't seem to get the message.
Number 11 landed and I asked him about it
and he cockily went, "Was it too fast? Was it too slow?"
Wow. I was like, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
He's got this bullshit attitude of, you know, cocky.
14, I think obviously, we know he's capable,
but he seems to turn it on when he feels like it.
Real good control and descent,
and then just couldn't fucking help but let himself down.
Nothing to do the task, just his demeanour and his mannerisms.
I think he thinks he's smarter than us.
You'll catch him trying to outwit you. Well, we'll find that out.
I'd like to have a look at the unassuming Number 14.
Number 14!
14! Quick as you can.
Stand here with your hands against the fence.
Hands down by your side.
So up to now, how do you feel you're doing on the course?
I don't know.
Your performance on the tasks have been, I'd say, pretty good.
Mm-hm.
You seem... I don't know, I don't know what it is.
That was a good task today,
but it's felt sometimes there's a little snappy, derogatory remark,
like... you were trying to undo your karabiner
with the big gloves off. I said, "Take your gloves off."
Ancl what did you say to me? "Hang on a minute."
Don't fucking talk to me like that.
Even if you said that to me in the bar,
I don't care how fucking big you are, you're getting it.
Who the fuck are you?
My clad wanted me to grow up tough and ready for anything.
Grew up in a caravan tilll was 16.
I was a Romany gypsy, so I had a home education.
Um, I was playing army games and running around
and reading, you know, combat manuals and things like this.
He said, "I'll have you ready for the Special Forces
"by the time you leave school", kind of thing.
And, you know, there was beatings and physical stuff.
Ancl if I was naughty, it'd be physical beatings
and belts and things like that. I sort of saw him as a bully
and he wasn't, but at the time I thought he was.
So how's it going with your dad and your mom now?
Um, well, my brother got married in York a little while ago,
and my parents couldn't get to the wedding easily,
so I said I'd take them.
The following Wednesday, the guys I'd worked with messaged me
and said, "You've probably got Covid. We've both got it now,
"so you probably should get yourself checked." So I did.
I think my clad died about two weeks later.
Of Covid? It turned into pneumonia, and that's what actually did it.
You OK?
You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's OK.
Right. You know where your weaknesses are
and what you're holding back in there.
You've got to fucking leave it on the courtyard out there
if we ask you to, or wherever that is.
Understood, staff. All right? Yes, staff.
Guard!
DOOR OPENS
The way Dad raised me, I think, definitely made me
into a resilient adult.
I guess there's some, um, horrible irony
in Dad doing what he did to kind of prepare me for adult life,
and then...and then I guess I gave him,
you know, Covid, which obviously, you know...
I know wasn't my fault.
Back to the room.
Difficult to get, you know, your head around sometimes, but...
All good? Yeah. Yeah?
...| guess that's also partly why I'm here, you know?
Everyone with your Bergens! Your stuff. Now.
Having spent many years operating in Afghanistan,
we ended up carrying out patrols in built-up areas where people
are going about their daily business.
The enemy blend into the local population.
One bad decision could ultimately end in somebody losing their life.
The 12 remaining recruits are being tested by a task
based on life or death decisions.
Oh, my God, there's civilians.
You know what, it's good to see normal civilisation.
See the dais? As fast as you can go.
Go!
Let's go!
Take a knee down here.
Listen.
Mission brief.
Five minutes ago, an armed terrorist went into the civilian market.
This is the description.
He's red on blue.
He's got a black satchel bag and a tattoo on his right arm.
Here's the pistol.
Conceal it, act normal, blend in.
You identify the target,
deal with any threats posed.
Earlier today, the recruits were trained in the rules of engagement.
You believe someone could pose you a danger
or your team-mates or civilians a danger,
you absolutely are cleared to return fire and protect life.
Having received their intel,
the recruits must enter the busy marketplace and locate the target.
Scanning left. Scanning right.
Slow, steady. Fuck me, it's not a race.
In this marksman task, the recruits will have to identify the target
and then make a split-second decision about whether they pose
a threat to life.
Once the suspect is located...
...if he pulls out a phone, they must hold fire.
If he pulls out a gun...
...they are permitted to shoot.
Stop!
Close in over here, Number 18.
Why did you take the shot? Because he's drawn his pistol,
so it's a threat. Exactly. Yeah. Well clone.
You dealt with the threat in line with the rules of engagement.
Fucking good effort, Number 18. Dress over there.
HE EXHALES DEEPLY
Next to attempt the task is Number 14, Ross.
I want to feel like I've put everything out there, that I've done
myself justice.
Let's go, 14! Hustle! Hustle!
And, you know, if my dad was looking down, I'd like to think I could do
one thing like this and prove to him,
"Do you know what? Your son was capable of this stuff."
Look left and right.
Keep scanning.
Stop!
Talk me through your action on target.
Saw the target here.
He wasn't showing a weapon.
As you're level with him, he started reaching behind him.
Then I went for my weapon,
pulled my weapon out as he drew his weapon out.
You identified the target.
You managed to get the two shots off before he did,
which was a good effort. Yes, staff. Dress over there.
Number 14 Ross has neutralised the target,
passing the task.
Remember the description.
He went in the market under the blue awning and he took a left.
Keep moving. Let's keep moving.
Look for the threat.
The mark of a Special Forces operator
is that when fighting in built-up areas,
you must have confidence in yourself and confidence in your abilities...
Speed it up. Speed it up.
...because some of our enemy that we kill look nonthreatening.
You learn to read body language...
Keep scanning left and right.
...eye movement...
Speed it up, speed it up.
...and even the posture and energy of people
around someone that intends to do you harm.
Stop!
It's a fucking pass.
You learn also to understand when it's not there...
Stop!
Pass.
...because if you kill somebody innocently, you will carry
that with you for the rest of your life.
Stop!
What was the threat?
Well, there was no threat.
So why the fuck did you shoot a man in a fucking civilian market?
Epic fail.
You make sure you make the right choice.
Under the blue awning, and he took a left.
Speed it up a bit.
Next to be tested is Number 5, Becky.
Speed it up a bit. Speed it up.
My family mean everything to me.
I think we've got a really strong bond.
Especially after things that have happened to us in the past,
we're definitely, definitely a lot stronger together.
When you identify the target,
deal with the threat.
I think because I've been through some tough stuff,
I definitely want to push myself.
Let's move. Let's move.
That's 100% why I'm here,
to test my mental strength over my fitness.
The 12 remaining recruits are being tested by a task
based on life-or-death decisions.
Stop!
Dress over here, Number 5.
At the critical moment,
Number 5, Becky, failed to act.
Get a grip, Number 5.
Yes, staff. That's a fucking fail.
Yes, staff. What the fuck, man?
Now I've got a dead civilian lying on the floor
with her head blown off.
Dress over at the DS.
Why didn't you pull the trigger?
Look at me. Hey, I'm talking to you.
Why didn't you pull the trigger? Just... Huh?
Remember what we talked about - composure, putting everything together.
You had a fucking mission. As soon as you put that weapon in your hand,
everything went to rat shit, didn't it?
Yes. You couldn't think of nothing else.
WHISPERS: No, staff. Where did he put the gun when he pulled it out?
He held it to a civilian's head. She's dead.
Ancl you saw all that, and you still didn't pull the trigger?
No, staff.
Why? I don't know. I froze.
So consequently, you're fucking dead,
civilian's dead and probably half a dozen innocent people.
Yes, staff. A lot of lessons there, in't there?
Get yourself together, hmm?
Go on.
He held a gun to that woman's head and then I started, like,
freaking out.
I know, like, at home, like, day to day,
I feel fucking strong-arse bitch.
And I just feel fucking pathetic and weak here.
It's really intense pressure here. Mm-hm.
Everyone's outside of their comfort zone.
None of this is our day job.
Let's go.
Stay alert.
Next up is Number 11, Zac.
Everybody that knows me said, "You're really going to struggle
"with your mouth." Absolutely everybody.
And the reason I'd like to do it is to prove them wrong,
but to prove also that I'm right, that I can keep hold of this.
Act normal.
Start scanning left and right.
Keep moving.
Stop!
Why did you pull your pistol?
Cos I thought he was going to engage the civilian.
Why didn't you take the shot? Cos... Fucking take the shot, Number 11.
Cos he pulled out a phone, staff. Cos he pulled out a fucking phone?
Yes, staff. Sorry, staff.
I should have took the shot.
There was no threat to life.
Stand on your fucking guns.
Fucking dress over there.
Why didn't you just stand by your decision?
It was the right decision. Yeah, no, I should have stood by it.
As soon as you're questioned about it... Yeah. ..you fucking backed down.
Yeah, that was it, I questioned myself, and I should have just went with the decision.
Yeah, cos you imagine now, stood in a court of law, as soon as you start doing that,
they'll go, "Well, you're a fucking liar", because you don't know what you're doing. Yeah.
Have a fucking word with yourself about what you got right and wrong.
How'd you get on?
That's stressful, man! It is, 0h, it is. Yeah.
Right, listen in.
You were given a mission statement,
which was clear and to the point.
We're talking about composure under pressure.
Some of yous stepped up to the mark.
Some of yous was a fucking epic fail.
If you think this is some sort of fucking game,
give your fucking armband in and fuck off.
Does everybody understand? ALL: Yes, staff.
That way, face. On me. Follow on. Let's go.
Big man. All right, big man? Well clone today.
I just feel like I'm not what they're looking for, man.
These sorts of clays, it takes its toll on everybody, I think.
If I was to actually get to the point where I wanted to VW,
then I'd be happy with it, because it's my choice.
I'm usually happy with the choices I make, to be fair.
I try not to regret too much because if I've made the choice,
then I've made the choice and I've got to live with it,
then, haven't I? That's me.
HE SIGHS
Number 11 Zac has asked to see the DS.
This is me, stuff.
I don't feel like I really want to be here.
We thought you'd be there till the end.
No, I just underestimated... Hey...
I underestimated, like, the harm
that it takes when you're just so tired.
You've been here six clays.
It's fucking no mean feat.
Mate, I've come far enough to be happy with where I've come.
Come here. Well...
Cheers, mate. Pleasure, mate. Look after yourself.
Number 11 Zac becomes the ninth recruit to leave the course.
Now just 11 remain.
I noticed the whole of the group had no composure at all,
like it's a fucking joke.
5, she just lost her shit,
which is something we're looking at very closely.
I didn't enjoy that today, girls. I'm not going to lie. Mm-mm.
What we need to do is really to start putting the pressure on,
really turn it up, ramp it up,
don't let them get away with nothing any more.
We can't just keep fucking mollycoddling.
There's only so much we can do. Yeah.
Let's just remind them we are stepping it up,
taking it to the next level.
Guys, I don't know whose minging tissue and shit is down here,
but, like, I ain't your mothers, as much as I'd love to be.
Such a good little housewife, aren't you?
This is making me feel so much better. I love cleaning.
Fucking Mary Poppins.
One minute. Full kit. Let's go.
Let's go, let's go!
Watch this here, it's really slippy, guys.
Don't slip over on the tiles.
Let's go.
Don't waste our fucking time!
Follow on. Let's go.
Heads up.
Get over there.
Go!
The DS now want to test the recruits' ability
to control their emotions...
Jump up and get across.
...in an aggressive combat task.
No plan survives contact with the enemy.
It's paramount that every single one of us
have composure under the confusion and aggression of the battle.
Does everybody understand what I'm saying?
ALL: Yes, sir.
When I say go, make a line of Bergens.
Go!
Let's hustle! Let's hustle!
Spread out so you can create a goal line.
Two teams will fight for possession of a coconut.
The team that gets it across the opposition's line
will be the winner.
It's not fucking Come Dancing. I want to see some aggression.
Number 14, Number 3.
Facing off are Number 3, Joshua,
against Number 14, Ross.
My dad was the disciplinarian.
It very much was a very corporal punishment sort of upbringing.
Go!
I won't do the same thing.
But as I've gone into adulthood, realised I am resilient,
I guess I want to test myself now.
THEY CHEER ON
Get up, you fucking idiot!
You're no use on the floor, are you?
Run, run! Get on your feet and run!
What are you doing, you fucking halfwit!
BOTH: Come on, Ross!
Run!
Number 9, get in there!
To make the fight unfair,
the DS send in Number 9, Daniel, to help Number 14.
That's it, Number 9, get amongst it! Take him out, Number 9.
That's it, get amongst it. Get that ball.
Get that coconut! Yes!
Let's go, let's go! Come on!
Number 2, get in there!
To even up the contest, joining the battle is Number 2, Grant.
Number 2 makes a break for the line.
And scores a point...
That's fucking tactics. That's tactics.
...defeating the team of Number 14, Ross.
Head up, 14. Although you were shite.
Go!
THEY YELL Fucking support him, you idiot!
Murder ball is about seeing
if the recruits can engage in aggressive action...
Let's go! Who wants it?
...remain composed,
but also try and implement some form of tactics...
Get it! Run, run!
Fucking run!
Get it!
...whilst not losing their fucking heads.
It can be so chaotic that it just turns into an absolute cluster fuck.
Brute strength is obviously good.
Whoa, that's it!
Small and agile, again, is good.
But the key is composure
because, ultimately, we want to see someone
that can calm themselves in those moments.
Hilary!
You've got to remain unemotional.
Concentrate!
Get on with it!
Stop!
Good effort, Number 4. Good effort.
Number 5,
Number 7, stand by.
With her team trailing on the scoreboard,
Number 5, Becky, has a chance to catch up
against Number 7, Faye.
I am definitely the type of person that expresses her emotions.
Angry, sad, happy -
you'll know what mood I'm in, 100%.
Go!
I can have a bit of a temper.
My husband, when I get a bit angry,
he just kind of goes, "Beck, just breathe a minute,"
and he chills me out.
Take the ball! Get the ball!
Get rid of it, Number 7! Don't just lie on it.
Roll her, Becky! Roll her! Get the ball out.
Number 8, get in there.
Go!
Number 16! 16!
Good girl!
Get off!
Argh, I'm gonna fucking drown you, you cunt!
Control your fucking anger, girl!
Grab the fucking ball!
Stop! What the fuck? Number 5!
Stand up. Get up, get on your feet! Up!
With the match descending into chaos,
the DS call time on the task.
Get your Bergens on. Let's go.
Bergens, close into rank.
Fuck sake, look like you want to be here.
Right, listen in, when I say go,
you go back out the way you came in, up onto the road.
Go!
In that water? Into the water to me.
Move!
Shut up! No-one said fucking talk.
Crawl up the bank. Push up! Get up there, 5! Push up!
Get up there, muscle hamster!
All the way in, one behind the other. Heads up.
Number 5!
Number 5? All right.
Quick as you can.
Stand here facing the fence.
With an extreme reaction to the murder ball task
and a failure to shoot the target at the market,
the DS need to decide if Number 5, Becky,
should remain on the course.
Do you want to borrow a hairbrush?
I need one, don't I?
THEY CHUCKLE
Like you fucking swallowed a grenade.
Right, how do you think you're doing?
Could be doing better.
Everyone could be doing better, to be quite frank.
This afternoon, your performance was borderline shambolic.
What's your reason for coming on this?
I dunno. Everyone always tells me I'm really strong,
like I'm a proper strong person. Mm-hm.
I don't really ever feel that strong.
So I take it you coming here
is to see if there's any substance
to what those people keep telling you?
Just take a breath.
I just think, um...|'ve probably been through
the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
SHE SNIFFS
So, I'm still here somehow.
What is that?
Urn...
My daughter passed away when she was two and a half...
...of cancer...
...six years ago. So.
Oh.
Just doesn't ever get easier.
I can't imagine how hard that must be.
I've got a little boy, so...
...he's sort of like... He's just...
He's amazing. He's my rock. I just...
I just have to get up the next day and do things
cos he's there, like. And life just goes on, doesn't it?
SHE SNIFFS
just...feel like I've failed her a little bit.
The thing is with this is you have got to face the dark places
because we put you into situations
that probably make your head go there.
Not intentionally, but that's just what happens.
Ancl then you've got to try and manage them in a positive way.
I think nothing that we throw at you is going to be harder.
You are strong.
You've got guts, you've got courage, you've got strength.
OK? Ancl when those dark moments are creeping in,
just fucking stand tall and go bang,
smash the next thing that's in front of you.
But do it for you. Mm.
Do it for you. You know?
Cos you deserve it.
Thank you.
Guard!
Stand up.
HE EXHALES Geez.
That threw me a bit, to be honest.
Poor thing.
Go back. Thanks.
I never did think I was ever good at anything before
untill was a mum.
I felt like a really good mum for a while.
You good?
Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Becca, come here. Come here.
Come here.
I was really angry for a while after she died.
I think now I'm not as angry.
Sometimes you just need that big squeeze.
I appreciate everything a little bit more.
Becky, you're one of the strongest people we've ever met.
You are the fucking strongest person ever, mate.
Hey, we're alongside you.
Yeah. It's OK to cry.
Yeah.
Let's go!
Keep moving!
Leadership is paramount.
Somebody taking the reins, directing it, and keeping the momentum moving.
Come on, team!
If a leader does not keep control,
it will go to rat shit and some of your own people will get killed.
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