BANG, BANG, YOU'RE DEAD : Part 1

Meanwhile Eddie and Tony are dragging a violent prisoner into a cell. Eddie was bit, but Matthew Boyden's hardly sympathetic.
"I noticed you stayed well clear Sarge!"
"I could see you had it under control. Anyway, in ten minutes time he's the late turns problem."
"Then you can get it out of your system; on the battlefield," enthuses Tony.
"Keep your eyes peeled Sarge. You're on my hit list now."
"Dream on Rambo!"
Gary and Vicky rush in with a prisoner who's about to throw up. "Great day for your girlfriend to leave us short handed," Vicky remarks to Ed.
"She's not my girlfriend remember. I pulled out of that nosedive."
Tony comes up behind Vicky. "She's probably pining: because you dumped her."
"Either that or she's having another cozy chat with the Stafford Roe fed rep. What do you reckon that's all about? It's put George's nose right out of joint."
"Beats me. You'll have to ask her that, but could you believe what she tells you? I don't think I could anymore."

Liz knocks on the door to the DI's office. She asks whether he wants to make a donation to the Paintball Charity Event. If the ranks win the money goes to a Drug Rehabilitation Project and if the Guvnors win it's the National Holiday Fund for Disabled Children. Deakin donates £10. "Let's do something for the children!"

Rosie's arrived. Jamilla's surprised to see her. "I feeling better." She also gets a reprimand from Sgt. Cryer for not being well enough to work, but coming in for the paintballing. She tells him that she thinks it's important that she makes the event. "Since I got here I've been attached to CID and I just don't feel like part of the relief somehow. I thought this might be a chance to build some bridges."
Cryer tells her to make sure she's here tomorrow. "Migraine or no migraine."
By the coffee-machine, Polly's enthusiastic that Rosie's coming along. George just stays silent, and as they leave Eddie arrives.
"Look who it is: the part-timer!"
"Don't come to my house again!"
"Why what're you gonna do? Tell the Fed Rep about me? Oh no, you've already done that!"
"Look, Ed, I know what you think..." she begins, I think to tell him that she's not taking any further action, but he doesn't want to listen.
"To be honest, I don't give a stuff anymore. You've crossed the line with me, Rosebud. You've blown it, big time!" He walks off.
Liz comes down the stairs. "Rosie, who's taking the sponsorship pledges?"
"Eddie or Dave, I think. They arranged it."
"Well, there's £80 and promises from CID." She hands it to Rosie.
"Thanks." She's a bit distracted.
"Well you look fighting-fit. What's the problem?"
"Half the relief think I'm a stuck-up, duplicited cow, but apart from that it's just great!"
Liz's shocked. "Do they? Why?"
"I don't know. It's a long story," Rosie sighs. "And Eddie Santini's got his version."
"Where are they going for a drink after?"
"The Grapes."
"Tell you what, I'll meet you there. We'll find a nice quiet corner and you can tell me all about it."
Rosie's not so sure. "I not sure that's such a good idea. I want to get on with these people, not isolate myself even further."
"Hey, I am one of these people!" Liz points out. "I'll see you later, alright?" Rosie nods.

The relief is out in the yard preparing to get on the mini-bus.
"Now then troops, ready to do battle?" calls out DCI Jack Meadows.
"Ready as we'll ever be, Sir," answers June.
"We'll really looking forward to this," says Tony. "Aren't we, Luke?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, I'm really scared!" June says sarcastically.
Jack walks off laughing and passes Matt Boyden along with another crowd of uniform in their civvies. "Crazy! You'll all get slaughtered!"
"Not by this lot!" Matt answers.
Chief Inspector Derek Conway comes out. "Not you aswell, Derek!"
"Why? What's the problem?"
"Aren't you a bit long in the tooth to be playing soldiers?"
"I'm looking forward to it as it happens."
"Very commendable."
Rosie walks out past Don Beech who's drawing up the betting odds for the result on the game. She hands Ed the money from CID. He grabs her arm but she shakes him off.
Inspector Andrew Monroe calls Dave over. "Did you sort out some volunteers to make our numbers up?"
"No, Sir. I didn't."
"Well why not? I specifically asked you to organise it. We're outnumbered 4-1."
"Well, I asked around, but nobody wanted to be on the losing side, Sir."
"Alright," calls out Bob. "I want half a dozen volunteers to make up our team. Anyone?" Ed pushes Rosie forward. "Rosie, you with us?"
"Sarge!" She walks over to join them.
"Anyone else?" Nobody comes forward so Bob randomly selects George, Gary, Reg and some others.
"We're on the A-Team then, George!" Rosie tries to be enthusiastic, but George gives her the cold shoulder.
"If you say so Rosie!"
"Watch your back, George!" Ed jokes as they get on the bus. Ed goes behind Rosie and touches her on the bottom as she climbs up. She half-heartedly hits him with her rucksack. "Just bringing up the rear!"
"Wait for the mini-bus," Conway tells Andrew. "Best if we travel in convoy." He gets in the car. "I hope you don't mind me mentioning this, Andrew, but I thought it best if I assume command of the battle, don't you?"
"I suppose so. I hadn't thought about it, Sir."
"Well I am Chief Inspector Ops. It does make sense. What do the others think?"
"Nobody's mentioned it to me. I shouldn't think they'd object." Andrew hesitates. "Do we need a leader?"
"Of course we need a leader," Conway tells him in a matter-of-fact tone. "We've got to have a strategy. It'd be chaos otherwise. Well you can do it if you want."
"No, I really don't mind, Sir. It's only a game."
"What kind of attitude's that? We're supposed to be setting an example. It may only be a game, but we've got to play to win."
"Yes, Sir. I suppose you're right."
"I am right! There'd be no point playing otherwise," Derek mutters.

Don Beech is handling all the bets in CID. It's 3-1 that the Guvnors will win. Ranks are even money favourites. He worked it out on average age. John Boulton argues that the ranks are carrying more of the women. "You know what girlies are like. Once the muck and bullets start flying, and the mascara starts running…My money's on the Guvnors."
Tom and Jim haven't got the time or money to put on a bet, as Tom rushes out of the office.
"What a tightwad!" remarks Don.

At the paintball facilities, everyone's getting ready. Some of the supervisors are handing out coloured bands to distinguish between the two teams. Luke Ashton's not bothering to change into some overalls. "I don't care if these ones get dirty. I've got some clean ones in my bag."
"You'll regret it!"
At the other end of the area, the Guvnors are getting ready. Rosie's still being given the cold-shoulder by George. "Pick up your guns, masks and ammo on the way to the combat zone!" they're all told.
"I won't have to do that!" proudly declares Conway. He brandishes a paintball gun which he brought with him.
"What's that?" asks Andrew.
"This, Andrew, is the Auto-Mag RT." He goes onto describe its firepower, etc. Conway's clearly looking forward to the match.
"Where did you get it?"
"From my nephew."
"And how old's he?"
"Twelve."
Matt Boyden interrupts them, asking them to pick a card. The troops wanted a democratic way to elect a leader: the highest card wins. They've got to beat the jack.. Conway reluctantly agrees.
"Eight," Andrew declares.
"Four." Conway's disappointed, but the worst bit is that Reg picked the jack! The Ranks can't help but laugh.