This program me contains strong language from the start and throughout
and scenes that some viewers may find upsetting.
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...
Right, let's go!
...are putting 20 civilians through the toughest stage
of SAS selection.
Go on!
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!
Get into him! Knock him down!
Get at it!
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 X 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 it - now!
...the recruits must go beyond the physical...
Keep coming! Let's go!
SHE GROANS
...to come face to face with their true character.
Come on! Go, go, go!
If I tell you one more time, I'll take that armband off you.
No other test asks as much...
Believe in yourself. Try and start my best.
...or means as much...
...to the few who make it through.
Pays to be a winner!
Vietnam is really like my birthplace because both my fathers fought
there as United States Marines.
My biological father fell apart, and although he returned home,
he was never home.
The other father had PTSD and rage
that I understand, because I have it, too.
The very nature of the jungle is predatory.
The jungle will kill you itself.
Scorpions, cobras, vipers everywhere.
The terrain... Even the plants are deadly.
We have one weapon.
It is the mind that controls everything.
Let's go!
In the remote Vietnamese jungle,
19 civilian recruits are attempting an SAS insertion technique
where they must descend a 215ft waterfall...
...in under four minutes.
Oi! Stop panicking!
Number Six. Look at me!
Stop panicking.
I want to take the course on because I want to push boundaries.
I want to test myself.
Stand up. Stop floundering! It's like
you've got roller boats on. Keep going.
When I was with the WWE and I got released from that, I think
that hurt me a lot.
And that wasn't good tor my confidence.
Keep going!
Stand up!
Stop floundering!
Help.
Stop panicking!
Recruit Number Six, Stevie,
is stuck in the powerful white water and struggling to breathe.
Number Six is having a nightmare.
Keep going!
Push back!
Whoa! Shit. Look at him. Go on, Steven.
Let's go! That way!
Keep coming! Keep coming!
We've made a meal again today, I'll tell you.
Hello.
Go! Control yourself! To me!
Control yourself.
Keep going!
Push yourself to me!
All right. You need to pay attention.
Shit myself.
Take your helmet off. Take your gloves off.
It was one of the ugliest abseils ever.
It's good to see that you're alive.
Did you think you were going to drown at one point? Yeah.
It wasn't a success.
Next in line for the waterfall descent is one of the quietest
recruits on the course,
Number Three, Joshua.
Do you find it easy making conversation or...? No, no, no.
One of them things I'm just going to have to work on, innit?
Well, only if you want to.
If you're quite happy doing what you do.
Yeah, only if you want. Yeah.
Like, who writes a rule book? There isn't a rule book, is there?
You're right.
I might come across to new people as shy or whatever,
even though I'm not shy.
I hate that that holds me back sometimes,
when I shouldn't be like that, I should just be open.
Ancl I think that's from past experience.
Come to me, Number Three.
One of the most extreme situations I've been in is
when I've had a knife pulled out on me.
I've had to operate around that.
How are you feeling? Are you stable?
Speak to me. Are you stable? Yes.
Abseiled before? No, Staff. You've never abseiled before?
No, Staff.
OK. So the main thing is - stay calm.
I will never in my wildest dreams want my kids to experience
what I experienced.
I want better for my family.
Good position, Number Three.
Look up!
That's it. You've got it now.
Move your feet. Legs are straight.
Keep going!
That's it!
Keep coming!
That's it.
Number Three completes the descent under the target time of
four minutes, passing the task.
Not too bad an effort at all.
Whoa!
That was probably up there with the best ones I've seen today.
Thank you, Staff.
What's the matter?
Cheer up!
Get your Bergen.
Take yourself over there. Take your helmet off.
Quick as you can. Go.
Near the top of the waterfall,
the remaining recruits wait to tackle the 215ft descent.
When you're operating in the jungle, the humidity, the temperature,
the constantly being wet
is probably going to be the most difficult thing
the recruit has clone in their life.
Ancl it's scary to think about. They're going to end
up in a world of hurt and realise quite quickly that they either
need to get on board with the course, or they need to fuck off.
Have a word with yourself, Number 15.
I'm scared of heights - I realised yesterday -
but I'm going to give it a go. Don't worry about heights. Yeah.
Worry more about the water.
Doing something like a waterfall abseil,
you've got to be quick. You've got to know what you're doing.
You've got to be professional. Wide stance! Wide stance!
That's it. That's it.
That's it.
I've abseiled down waterfalls operationally to get to target.
If you get caught up in the wash of a waterfall...
...you are literally drowning.
It's probably one of the worst places you'll ever want to be.
There you go! Good!
Look up! Ah!
Got it.
That's good.
The realities of failure and death are real.
Stop panicking!
Two of my troop were tied together. One fell.
The second one went with him, straight to their death.
It happens.
Stop lying down! Let's go!
Let's go!
Fix your problem! Get out of there!
Keep going!
Fuck me, that's a bit powerful, isn't it? It is.
Last to face the waterfall is Number 18, Levi.
OK, come to me.
My friends and family would describe me as very kind, very loving.
I have a very big heart. Away you go.
OK. Let's make this the best one yet.
Let's go.
The reason I want to do this course, first of all, I've got two younger
siblings, and I want them to see that you can achieve
anything you want. Good position.
Well done, 18.
I want to prove to my family that I've come far.
And for them to be proud.
Keep coming!
Fucking hell! He's all right for a big unit.
Control yourself, 18.
Look at Levi, mate. He's throwing it.
Watch yourself.
Focus. Keep your bearings.
That's it! That's it!
Down and dirty!
Warrior mind-set. Good.
Number 18 completes the descent in two minutes and 16 seconds,
passing the task.
Right, take your helmet off.
Without giving me chapter and verse,
how was it? Amazing. Proud of myself.
I don't want to know your fucking emotional experience of it.
How do you think it went? I think it went really well.
Proud of myself.
Fucking gobshite.
All recruits have now completed the descent,
with 12 passing and seven failing the task.
Well done, handsome. Well done, mate. Very impressed.
I'm glad all you were down here so I could give you a show.
LAUGHTER
But the DS have noticed a lack of correct mind-set amongst the group.
You could charge for these.
You could get yourself some extra glasses
or some electrolytes.
SHE LAUGHS
Fucking hell.
I'm getting fucking tired of them getting too complacent. Yeah.
Right, listen in! I air your feet.
Don't fucking lay your tops out and start sunning, and don't walk
across ground that you ain't got a fucking Scooby
what is on it in bare feet.
Because you'll trash yourself, and then we'll fuck you off.
Is that clear? Yes, Staff!
Stand up, bergens on.
Two ranks facing me.
Fuck's sake.
This is now clay three.
You should be fucking switched on now.
You chose to come here.
Show us that you still want to be here.
Yeah? ALL: Yes, Staff!
Let's go!
The 19 remaining recruits are on their third day
of SAS training...
Welcome home.
...and beginning to feel the full harshness of the jungle.
Well, the athlete's foot modelling company is going to want me.
LAUGHTER
His feet are so bad! I shouldn't laugh, because it's so bad.
Ancl they must fucking hurt.
Look!
Your poor wife.
SHE LAUGHS
The hardest thing that these recruits will have to deal
with is jungle rot.
You have to have really good admin in the jungle.
You've got to look after all the bits of your body,
especially your feet, because that is the only way
you're getting around.
If they go down, you're fucked,
you're no good to anyone, and you will probably die.
It's that simple.
Do they hurt? Oh, they're in fucking agony.
Are they? Oh, yeah. SHE LAUGHS
After today's poor performance...
...the DS meet to decide who deserves to remain on the course.
Right, the waterfall abseil.
There were varying performances.
Floundering, absolutely petrified.
So, did not have the right mind-set.
Ancl had no composure at all.
Sort of fucking starting to piss me off, if I'm honest.
Let's get rid of these fuckers.
People that highlighted themselves.
Six was terrible.
He literally went down on his arse. Yeah.
Anybody else? 18.
As much as it pains me to say it was good. It was good.
He kept that position all the way down.
He was the only one that did it.
Number Three.
Very composed and very good control on the way down.
He's totally motionless.
Trying to have a little bit of banter with him,
sort of open him up a bit, and he's just dry as a bone.
He was just, like, staring straight through me.
He don't really engage. He's one of these, yes, no, yes, no.
He's hard to open up.
Ultimately, it boils down to one question.
Would we have him next to us in a battlefield
and if he can't break down that barrier so we get to know him,
the answer's no.
OK, let's get him in.
Because this stuff is really hard.
It's not...fuck it...this ain't. It's crazy.
Just keep doing your best.
Well, what's your name? Your name's not Daniel, you're not coming in.
SHE LAUGHS
Number Three.
Number Three. Recruit Number Three.
Coming, Staff.
Quick as you can.
Stand here with your arms against the fence.
This way.
You all right?
How are you feeling?
Good, Staff.
Good. Yeah.
Are you enjoying your time here?
Yeah.
You are nailing tasks.
You're good.
Thank you, Staff.
Fucking hell. You're a right fucking bundle of laughs,
you are, aren't you?
I'm just, erm...
...reserved...
...around unfamiliar people.
Where did you grow up?
How was family life, growing up?
Erm, I grew up with my mum...
...my older, two older brothers and sister.
Number Three, just before we go any further...
...we're not here to judge you.
We're trying to find out who you are.
This is all a bit, like, flipping...like a police...
...police interview. It's not a police interview,
because we're not fucking police, are we?
Listen, coming into the SAS world, you have to rely on people
next to you.
So we need to know who you are.
Yeah, I just find it hard to, like, open up.
I'm sure you do.
Then that's a barrier we'll smash.
Let's get it down.
So let's go back. So, childhood.
Would you say really it was good? You were happy?
It was all right. But just messing around, getting into the wrong group
of friends, getting arrested.
What were you doing?
I've been arrested for, erm...
...offensive weapons.
Using them or carrying them?
Carrying them.
I don't know, man. It's a bit cliche, isn't it?
It was a typical council estate childhood.
I was brought up on a council estate. At the age of 11
I was in juvenile court. At the age of 13,
I got thrown out of school.
At the age of 15, I got fucking stabbed and nearly cited.
Ancl that was a turning point in my life
where I thought I'd better grow up. OK.
So where's your world right now?
I've got a missus and two kids.
OK.
What do you want to get out of this course?
I feel like it would just be a rock solid mind-set moving forward.
I'm just building a better family for my kids.
You've got to clear the debris out of your mind in order to get
that... Yeah. ..to get to that goal you want to get to.
You do have the potential, physically anyway, to probably get
to the end of this.
But it's not just physical.
It's mental.
Be somebody that people can turn to and ask for advice.
Enjoy it. Mix. Talk to people.
Don't be afraid of it.
Guard.
Well, experience as a kid definitely gave me a negative emotions
and trauma.
Good effort, Number Three. Thanks, Staff.
There's a lot of feelings and emotions.
But...
...| don't know how to get my words out sometimes,
so I just leave it.
You good, bro. Yeah, I'm sweet, man.
Yeah? Yeah, man. Good.
Just know that we look at you as one of the strongest here, brother.
You get me? I'm definitely not, man.
Nah! You are! You are, bro. Trust me.
Just got to try and chill out.
You get me?
Just show.
HE SIGHS
On selection, there's always those little demons in the back of
your head telling you you don't have to be there.
At some point, you as an individual have to dig deep
and have the will to keep going.
It is a true test of character to see if you've got that ability
to fucking stay there.
What's going on?
Struggling with his mind-set,
Number Three seeks advice from DS Foxy.
What's the problem?
I don't want to be feeling sorry for myself.
If you're feeling a certain way, there's obviously a reason for it.
I don't know, man. People like Number 18,
I admire how open he is.
I wish I could be like that, but I don't think I could ever
get to that. We're not asking you to do that.
All...
I just don't feel like, erm,
I just don't feel like...
...I'm even meant to be here. Why?
I don't know, man. I just listen to people throughout the day,
and it's just...
...I'm just completely different.
Yeah. We're all fucking completely different.
So you do belong here, and there's a lot more for you to give,
but you've just got to fucking come out of yourself a little bit.
I actually don't know how to, sir.
Well, then, just stay here and see if you can find out.
I'll be disappointed if you go.
Yeah?
All right. Yes, sir. Come on.
Pick your chin up.
Whose crispy pair of pants and socks are these that are on the line?
No way. Not mine, mate.
Ain't it your pants drying?
You wear pants, no?
I wear pants, but they're not mine.
I don't think they're his, they're large.
Harsh.
Why is that harsh?
I don't mean he's not well-endowed.
Everybody back on the square now!
NOW!
Water bottles. Still disappointed by the recruits' performance
in today's task... Run! Let's go, come on.
...the DS have a surprise in store.
When the recruits disrespect the course, they're normally punished
right there on the spot.
However, sometimes we wait.
But that punishment is always coming.
When their guard is down and they least suspect it, we smash them.
What I want you to do,
take out your water bottles. Open them up.
Hold out in front.
Pour over your head.
Water bottle inspections are all about not allowing
complacency to set in.
Pour it over your head.
Because complacency is what kills people on the battlefield.
To the brim, I said.
Are you fucking people taking the piss?
We will not tolerate any more basic mistakes.
You will pay.
When I say go, sprint across to that corner.
Go!
The DS will now beast the recruits by making them complete continuous
laps of the parade square whilst performing punishing exercises.
Go! Arses down.
The be a sting will continue until two of them withdraw from the course.
What's important is that the recruits,
one, respect the process...
Bend.
...two, to have respect for us as a DS. Stretch.
Bend.
You do it, Number Six. Bend.
Go!
If you turn up with the wrong mental attitude,
then we're going to lose our shit, basically.
Cross your legs. Get your arms into the position.
Keep them straight!
It's going to end in them either VW-ing
or they'll get their armbands taken off them.
Number Three, Joshua, is struggling at the back,
along with Number Six, Stevie, who failed the waterfall descent.
I want to find out my mental toughness.
I don't think I give up easily.
Come on, hurry up in the rear! But while Number Three
finds the determination to push forward...
That's it, let's go! Down, you know what to do.
...Number Six falls further behind.
Fucking start bunny hopping now.
Let's go, Six.
LOUD PANTING
Stop the fucking noise!
We're not making love.
Towards the front of the pack is Number 18, Levi.
We've all got something different that drives us to get
the last bit out of us.
Remember, course, you can leave at any time.
I went for a rocky patch that destroyed my relationships
and I just didn't like the person I become.
Catch it up, 18.
I've got a lot to prove.
I want to see hearts popping!
Next DS. Crawl all the way to... Up the valley, low crawl!
Number 6, get to the fucking front.
Get your ass down, left right. Arses down.
The recruits have no idea how long the be a sting will last.
Selection's designed to challenge you physically
more and more as you are more exhausted.
Which one wants to hand me your armband?
Find out who you really are.
Are you a winner?
Are you a survivor?
Will you fight to the end?
Or do you just not have what it takes to be one of us?
Go and catch out Number Six.
Look like a fucking beached whale.
30 minutes into the be a sting...
Fuck off up to your accommodation.
...Number Six Stevie becomes the second victim of
the unforgiving jungle course.
Keep moving, 14.
OK? Move it!
Let's go, problem child.
The DS will continue the be a sting until one more recruit withdraws.
Let's go!
Get it above your fucking head.
One, 15, everyone's pulling ahead of you.
I do always have this voice in my head just saying,
don't let yourself down, Amelia.
Hips off the deck.
If I'm really tired and I'm getting emotional, I'm finding
it really hard...
SHE WHIMPERS
...there'll be that temptation to give up.
But I'm hoping I can push through it.
That's all right. Cry it out.
Just don't stop moving that sandbag.
What are you doing, 11?
What are you doing?
Do not disrespect the DS.
You stop one more time, we're taking you off them.
Come on, fucking speed it up.
Fucking bored. Let's go.
As punishment for showing poor mind-set,
the DS are be a sting the recruits...
Place it above your head now. Take it.
Take it. Go!
...which will continue until one more withdraws from the course.
In the Special Forces community,
the beastings must be brutal so that the recruit never
forgets their mistake.
Get going, 14. You're earning your fucking armband.
These things are also a way to see who's got what it takes
to go the distance.
Ancl getting rid of those that don't.
You want to be here? Stay in the fight.
Something you want to tell me, Number 11? Absolutely not.
Get the fucking arse down and get on with it.
Let's go! Keep crushing.
Tell the DS you want to be here.
Struggling to keep going is Number One, Amelia.
Let's go, One. You've got more in the tank.
SHE WHIMPERS
Go a little further!
If you stop one more time, we're taking the armband.
It's disrespecting this course
and every other freaking recruit on here.
Putting out 100%.
Time to go.
Get up.
After 45 minutes of relentless punishment,
Number One, Amelia, becomes the second casualty of the night...
On your feet. Up. Stand up.
...bringing the be a sting to a close.
Sprint into the square and stand behind your burgens.
GO- 90, 90, 90! I Said, Sprint!
Get there, 14.
Stand behind your burgens.
WHISPER: There you go.
Stand up, stand proud.
Does anybody want a VW?
ALL: No, Staff.
When you leave this square,
you get up there and you get yourself fucking sorted
ready to go again, do you understand?
ALL: Yes, Staff.
Go! Let's go. Come on. Go!
Upstairs, quick.
Where's Amelia?
Gone. She VW-ed. Steve as well.
Really?
OK...lay down. Lay down for a minute.
Someone needs to help her. I'm just going to move her up to her pillow.
Yeah. Call DS, quickly.
Staff, now, now, now. Go, go, go, go, go, go.
I think she's having a seizure. Staff!
We need medical help!
Number 12, Aliyah, appears to be having a seizure.
She's there, sir. Get out of the way.
The DS call for urgent medical attention.
Hey, Aliyah. SHE EXCLAIMS
OK, relax. Relax, it's Dr Raj here, OK?
Do you have any pain anywhere?
Do you have any pain?
You have any pain?
Get the paramedics. Ask them for an ambulance too. Aliyah?
Talk to me. Talk to me.
SHE GROANS Talk to me.
Clear the dorm out. Foxy, clear the dorm out.
SHE SOBS
Oi, 15. Come on, guys, everyone out.
Get out. Get out.
Run! Run! Come on. Out!
SOBBING BREATHS
just relax.
Yeah. Yeah, no, I appreciate that.
Oh, fuck, man.
Witnessing Number 12's distress has triggered strong
emotions for Number 18, Levi.
All good, bro. We got you.
We've got you, mate. Fuck me, man, you're going to set me off, bruv.
Feet down first. Number 12, Aliyah,
has stabilised, but having suffered extreme exhaustion,
she needs hospital treatment.
So Dr Raj medically withdraws her from the course.
LEVI SOBS Nah, man.
Back up in the room. Let's go!
18 is very, very fragile.
We should have a look at him. Yeah, let's get him in.
Number 18!
18.18.18?
To dig deeper into Number 18 Levi's state of mind,
he is summoned by the DS.
Seeing your team-mates injured or dead is a reality
on the battlefield.
Our training is so realistic that you will find these things
in training as well.
Stand here, Number 18. Take that cap off, put it in your pocket.
You cannot let it affect you emotionally.
If you are crying about somebody hurt or killed,
you're jeopardising that mission.
So you need to suck it up and you drive on, do as you're told,
and complete the mission.
How would you think you're doing so far?
Erm...
I think I'm trying.
I think I feel like I've put in a good effort.
Is it what you expected?
It's a lot more than I expected.
Definitely a lot more than I expected.
H OW?
Harder, more intense...in every way.
I don't feel like you can prepare yourself for
what's been thrown at us, you know?
What happened?
Errn, it was just, it was very emotional.
I had a bit of a tragedy in 2013,
and I've been trying to rebuild myself back since then.
Do you mind, do you mind talking about the tragedy?
Errn, so I had an elder brother called Joshua.
Errn, you know, really close.
Just one day, suddenly, got a phone call from my dad, saying
how you need to get home quickly.
So I started running, seen an ambulance outside, and I've gone
up and they were doing CPR. I'm like, "What's happening?"
Then, like, his heart stopped.
That morning, I left him and he was fine.
You know, he was a healthy lad.
And, you know, when somebody like that passes, I think, where I lost
myself, because I didn't have any footsteps to follow any more.
I was 23 at the time.
I didn't really care about myself any more.
Became alcoholic. Used to wake up,
sort of shaking for a drink, you know?
I nearly lost my own life, to be honest, through the drink.
And I'm just, literally, I'm clawing back a part of me.
And being here was me doing something for myself.
The past is something that's had a massive impact on you,
but it's what you do now going forward because ultimately,
the shit that's happened, you ain't changing.
You can get overwhelmed with emotion.
And I try not to let that take over me fully.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm still getting back to myself.
This is Operation Rebuild.
Yes. Yeah?
You're in the right place for that. Yeah.
But this is going to be difficult.
Just stick with it.
Guard!
Walk.
We was inseparable, me and my brother.
He was the man.
He's the champ.
I didn't have that flair.
I didn't really know how to communicate with people as such.
I was always quiet, quite reserved, quite shy.
That's why I followed in his footsteps.
Everybody loved him and, erm...
Yeah.
You know, and erm...
He's still guiding me.
He's still giving me strength to push harder,
push further.
Weird, innit, what the jungle does to you?
It really does eat you up.
You good? Yeah, I'm all right.
Just soldiering on as we all are, ain't we?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The jungle is an enemy in itself.
It's the toughest enemy you'll come up against,
because it fucks with your head, it fucks with your mind.
You have got to want to be there.
If you have any element of doubt in your mind, you will break down,
you will fail and you will be going home pretty quickly.
Right. Day four.
Chris, do you want to do the hon ours, mate?
After a punishing 20-hour day,
harsh realities have set in and two more recruits have voluntarily
withdrawn from the course.
OK. And the numbers get fewer.
But one recruit is starting to grow in confidence.
So you're starting a new life where you are now.
Then, you just have to stay where you are then.
Like, my bum was like fucking... Clenched. Get on the bridge!
Shit!
Quick, quick! Come on, guys. Let's go.
Despite the increasing body count... Go, go, go!
...the DS are cranking up the pressure even further.
In selection, the learning curve in aggression goes up.
So we want more and more out of you when you think
you have less and less to give.
On operations we'll be living together and fighting together,
so we must know who you are.
The DS will now pit the 14 remaining recruits
against each other in an unforgiving test of combat mind-set.
What we do in the Special Forces always culminates
in the application of violence.
Ancl what you're about to do now is called milling.
It's about controlled aggression.
It is stood toe-to-toe with an opponent in combat,
punching the living fuck out of them.
Is that clear? RECRUITS: Yes, Staff.
Right. Stand by.
Number 18.
You know what you need to do? Yes, Staff.
Chin down. Swing up the middle.
Paired up to fight by the DS is HGV driver,
Number 18, Levi...
Right. Number 3. ..against professional boxer,
Number 3, Joshua.
A minute of madness, yeah? Controlled aggression.
With milling, what we try to do is partner up
the person you're going to fight against
with someone that you've created a bond with.
You don't get a chance to choose your enemy in war.
You have to fight what is in front of you.
Void of emotion.
After that milling, the bond, believe it or not, becomes stronger.
Stand by.
Fight!
That's it! Let's go! Go on, 3!
Keep at it, 18!
Number 18, Levi, uses his three and a half stone weight
advantage to match
Number 3, Joshua, punch for punch.
Keep at it, 18! Head up, 18! Swing 'em!
Keep your arms going and fucking swing! Let's go! Let's go, 18!
Keep going! But as the fight progresses,
Number 3joshua's boxing experience begins to tell.
That's it! Good work, Number 3.
Let's go, 18! Swing!
Stop!
Stop.
Come over here. Good work, 3.
Stand up, 18. Get up! 18, stand up. Yes, Staff!
Get over here.
Right. Get over there, winners enclosure.
You get over there.
Make sure you deglove.
Good effort.
Right. Next ones to glove up, Number 5.
Go on, Number 5, get over here.
Number 8.
Fight!
That's it!
Milling, it's the rawest form of combat really.
Fight! Go! Go!
Take him out!
It's not nice. No-one likes getting punched in the face.
It's about how you respond to that punch in the face that's key.
Swing!
Swing! Fight!
Come on, 16.
Let's go, 16! Come on then, fight!
Yes! Take him out!
This isn't boxing!
Stop!
Oi! Calm down, fucking idiot.
You ain't fucking Rocky Balboa.
Controlled aggression.
You know what that means? Yes, Staff.
Or do you need me to fucking teach you? No, Staff.
Get over there.
Next to fight is Number 14, Ross,
weighing in at 14st and 5lb.
You're going to need the fuckers, aren't you?
Cos you've got a big head.
The DS have matched him against the biggest
recruit on the course,
former bouncer, Number 13, Pete, weighing 18st and 12lb.
Stand by.
Fight!
Go, go, go!
Punches! Punches! Come on, then!
Punches! Start fucking punching!
14, stand up.
Come on, then. Now start fighting, punching.
Oh!
Get up, 13! Get up! Stop! Stop. Stop.
Stand up. Stand up.
Stand up.
What's the matter? My knee, Staff.
What's happened? I don't know, Staff.
Number 14, Ross, wins the fight by default.
Number 13, Pete, will have his injury seen to by the medic.
WHISPERS: We need to see him fight.
He didn't have a fight, he had a fucking wrestle, unfortunately.
Right. 14, you haven't been tested yet.
Go and get gloved up. Due to Number 13's injury,
kick-boxing black belt,
Number 14, Ross, will face a new opponent.
Number 18, go and get gloved up.
After losing his first bout,
Number 18, Levi, has another chance to prove his combat mentality.
This is just like a real freaking war.
Your opponent's fresh, you're tired, all right? Now it begins.
After my brother passed, I was lost.
It's sad, really, those years that I lost.
But I do believe in second chances.
Now, I'm here for my brother, so I don't give up.
I never will.
Stand by.
Hands up. Fight!
Go on, then, let's keep going.
That's it, 14! Come on, 14!
Oh, 18!
Despite his opponent's martial arts background... That's it!
...Number 18, Levi, takes control of the fight.
Keep going, 18! Take him to the cleaners!
Take him out, 18! Come on, fucking take him.
Take him down! Fucking take him! Come on!
Don't turn back, 18! Stop!
Stand up. 14, stand up.
After less than a minute
of relentless punishment,
Number 18 is declared the winner.
Number 18, winners' enclosure.
Fucking redeemed yourself.
Right. The task was simple.
It was about standing there and fighting for as long
as you possibly can without losing your shit.
Because when you lose your shit, that's when everything else falls
apart and you end up dead.
Understood? RECRUITS: Yes, Staff.
Go!
Number 13, Pete, has been medically withdrawn with an injured knee,
which means the jungle course has claimed six victims
in this phase alone.
Now only 13 recruits remain.
I felt like I got hit by a car 50 times.
What I'm saying is, your blows,
it was like the 73 bus come lick, man - bang!
Then the 106 come down, it's like, bang!
Good experience, though, man.
Yeah, appreciate that though. My guy, bro.
COME ON!
Get the fucking ball!
In the Special Forces,
half the time your life is just fucking madness.
SCREAMS Get control of it! Relax!
If you don't keep your composure,
nine times out of ten, that'll get you killed.
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