Gallipoli (1981) Movie Script
Deeper.
Come on, deeper, deeper.
Come on, deeper.
Come on, deeper, deeper.
From here, boy, here.
That's it.
Now, loosen up.
Come on, loosen up.
Come on, boy, loosen them up.
That's it.
Now, on the spot.
One, two! One, two! One, two!
- What are your legs?
- Springs. Steel springs.
- What are they going to do?
- Hurl me down the track.
- How fast can you run?
- As fast as a leopard.
- How fast are you gonna run?
- As fast as a leopard.
Then let's see you do it.
Are you ready, leopard?
On your mark...
get set...
Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
- How did it feel?
- All right.
Nine and five-eighths.
They'll be all right here.
Come on, pass the rest of them.
Lester, you useless bastard!
Get after him, Perce.
Where did you learn to ride?
On a rocking horse?
- Hey, Les, go and open the gate.
- Black can do that.
- I want you to do it.
- When I'm ready.
Now!
Les, don't split them!
Bastard.
Billy, Zac, bring up the tail!
Bring it up. Come on.
Get them up, get them up!
Hey! A wash, lovely, lovely.
Come on. Leave me alone, will you?
Hey, Archy, him wash.
Prefer the company of blacks,
eh, Archy?
- Zac's my mate.
- We run together.
You fancy yourself as a runner, eh?
He's more than a runner.
He's top bloody athlete.
Girls run.
- Men box.
- Lay off, Les.
He can run faster than you can ride!
Jeez. Is that a fact?
Two to one,
I'll beat you to the home gate.
- With me on horseback, you on foot?
- I'll go cross-country, you take the track.
That's a fair bet.
That track's five mile further.
Yeah, have a go, Les.
Okay.
You're on.
Barefoot.
You're on.
Make your bets, boys.
Steady.
Bareback.
Barefoot. Bareback.
Les is gonna ride bareback.
That's a joke.
- You wanna lay money on that?
- I reckon. Five bob on Les.
- Can you cover that, Archy?
- He just said he'd cover it.
You a man, Archy.
- Two to one, right?
- I'm in for five bob.
Watch it. Don't go through the rocks.
Don't go through the rocks,
go through the mountain.
There's more money that says Les wins,
mate.
There's my dough.
What do you reckon?
You're on, mate. Got a good bet there.
All right. Now let's go, boys.
You right, Archy? Line them up.
Go up the hill.
Don't go through the rocks.
On your marks, get set...
go!
Go, mare!
Pick it up!
Come on.
You lose, sonny boy. Enjoy the walk.
Giddap.
Whoa, Abby. Whoa.
Whoa, boy.
Archy! You win! Archy!
Hooray, Archy! Les fell down.
Archy. Les fell down!
Zac, what happened?
Les fell down! Les fell down!
Archy, my brother, you win.
- I can't understand you.
- Sorry, Uncle Jack.
You've got the God-given ability
to be amongst our very greatest...
and I'm not just saying that, lad.
- You could be up there with Lasalles.
- Uncle Jack...
Greater than Lasalles.
And three days before your first big race
you have to go and do this.
- I'll still win.
- Yeah?
Running's not all there is to life.
Come on, kids. Hey, scram. Go.
- Peter Trevelyan joined up last week.
- No more of that. You're underage.
You ran away from home
when you were younger than me.
Not to a war.
Been all round the world
by the time you were 18.
- Barbary Coast, Spice Islands.
- I made most of those stories up.
No, you didn't.
Dad said you nearly got yourself killed
half a dozen times.
I judged the risks and took my chances.
War's different.
- How's it...
- It's just different.
You know there's no hope
that your mother and father...
would let you go,
so what's the point in talking about it?
I thought you might help me.
Uncle Jack said
the cat was having her babies.
Careful with the plate, darling.
When's this race?
Saturday.
- How long are you going to be gone?
- Just over the weekend.
Fine time you pick
to go gallivanting off...
in town, right in the middle
of the bloody muster.
Don't swear
in front of the girls, Wallace.
Make sure you put in
your fair share of work before you go.
Yes, Dad.
"The fire was burning furiously
at the end of the branch...
"and Mowgli struck right and left
around the circle...
"and the wolves ran howling
with the sparks burning their fur.
"At last...
"there were only Akela, Bagheera,
and perhaps ten wolves...
"that had taken Mowgli's part.
"Then something began to hurt Mowgli
inside him...
"as he'd never been hurt
in his life before...
"and he caught his breath and sobbed...
"and the tears ran down his face.
"'What is it? What is it? ' he said.
"'I do not wish to leave the jungle,
and I do not know what this is.
"'Am I dying, Bagheera? '
"'No, little brother,' said Bagheera.
"'Those are only tears,
such as men use.
"'Now, I know thou art a man
and a man's cub no longer.
"'Let them fall, Mowgli.
"'They are only tears.'
"So Mowgli sat and cried
as though his heart would break...
"and he'd never cried
in all his life before.
"'Now', he said.
"'I will go to men."'
- Go on, Jack. Go on. One more chapter.
- Children, come on, inside.
All right, come on, kids. There's Mum.
Don't get Uncle into trouble.
Bedtime.
Come on, inside, out of the wind.
- Come on. Quick, please.
- Off you go, kids. Into bed.
All right.
"London, 29th April,
the War Office announces:
"'Despite continual opposition,
our troops have established...
"'themselves across Galliple."'
Gallipoli.
Hey, listen to this.
"The Turkish defences included
wire entanglements on land and sea...
- "and deep pits with spiked bottoms."
- Bastards.
That's it.
I'm gonna join up.
Me, too.
What about you, Barney?
- Don't know.
- Oh, be in it.
- Hey, the girls go wild over a uniform.
- Yeah?
Of course, in your case,
I don't think anything would help...
but you might as well give it a go.
- Hey, we could all join up together.
- Count me in.
Come on, Frank, you gotta be in it.
No, thanks. If you blokes all wanna go
and get yourselves shot...
go ahead.
Well, I'm not scared to die
for my country, Frank.
Well, good for you, Snowy,
you go and sign yourself on.
Well, you must admit, mate,
nothing could be worse than this here.
- Can't argue with that.
- You gonna join, then?
No.
But I'm not gonna stay here either.
Dunne, Lewis, Wilkes!
Where the hell are you?
There she is!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
- Hurry, boss.
- Come back, you young bastards.
I'll have you done for sure.
Do you hear me?
You'll never work for the railways again!
It's on top of the cupboard.
Come on, lad.
Coming, Uncle.
Come on.
- Give us those shoes, little man.
- Bye, Arch.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- Goodbye, Mum.
- Hey, it's only two days.
Come on, we've got a race to run.
- What are you gonna get us, Jack?
- Children.
Giddap. Hey, giddap.
- Good luck, son.
- Bye, Archy. Come back with a medal.
Goodbye, Archy.
- Bye, kids.
- Bye, Archy.
You better win!
Here we go!
- Get out of my car.
- Just having a look, boss.
- Go on, get out.
- Yeah. Righto. Righto.
Can I direct your attention
to these bottled preserves...
of the Ladies' Auxiliary?
All proceeds to the Belgian Relief Fund.
Very exciting one-mile race.
What about the handicap?
No, I can't talk about handicapping now.
Get it done the best way you can.
- This where you enter for the Gift?
- Entries closed a week ago.
- I've been outback.
- What's your name?
Dunne.
- You registered?
- Yeah, in Perth.
- When did you run your last race?
- Fremantle, about six months ago.
I know you, the stand-up start.
We got a scratching?
We got a scratching?
- Give him a go.
- What's the prize money?
Ten guineas and the medal.
Anyone take bets?
No, it's against the law.
How much was you wanting to lay?
- Twenty quid.
- You're pretty confident.
Where's your 20?
- Young Archy Hamilton's running.
- Who's he?
Probably the fastest kid
in West Australia, if not the country.
- What does he run?
- Under 10.
Wouldn't want to take your money
without fair warning.
What's my mark?
Same as the local kid.
All right. You're on.
You can still pull out, lad.
Lasalles pulled out of the Barlow Cup
and nobody thought the worse of him.
Come on.
Push.
Now, for the big event of the afternoon.
The one you've all been waiting for.
The Kimberley Gift!
There you go, boss.
Announcing a late entry.
F.C. Dunne of Perth,
starting off three yards...
the same mark as our own champion,
Archy Hamilton.
- Right, start your breathing.
- Come on, Archy, boy!
Come on. Deeper, from here.
Now, what are these?
- Come on.
- Steel springs.
- Again.
- Steel springs.
- What are they gonna do?
- Hurl me down the track.
How fast can you run?
As fast as a leopard.
- How fast are you gonna run?
- As fast as a leopard.
Right.
Then let's see you do it.
This is the big one, Simmo!
You can do it!
Runners, dig in!
Set!
Archy Hamilton!
Lads for the Light Horse, over here.
Come on, don't let your mates
over there do all the fighting.
Bring your beer.
If you're fit and you can ride,
get over here and find out how to join.
The Empire needs you.
Your country needs you
and your mates need you.
So come and find out how to get
into the greatest game of them all.
- Hey, that was bad luck, mate.
- Let's just forget it, eh?
Nine and five-sixteenths, lad.
You've equalled
the great Harry Lasalles...
- cut feet and all.
- Uncle Jack.
Nothing's going to stop you now.
Jack.
I'm not coming home.
No, I didn't think you were, lad.
Your bag weighed a ton.
- What have you got in it?
- Books, mostly.
What if they don't take you?
You don't look 21.
They won't ask questions
when they see me ride.
We've been through
a lot of scrapes together.
Take care of it.
Let's get down there before
those other blokes drink the keg dry.
- Come on, Arch!
- I'll write.
God bless you, boy.
- Twenty-one?
- Yes, sir.
You don't look it. Got a birth certificate?
I didn't know
I was supposed to bring one, sir.
- Go on, mount up.
- Excuse me, sir.
I know this lad and he's only 18.
His father would skin him alive
if he knew he was here.
We can turn a blind eye
if it's a matter of six months or so...
but not when you're 18.
Come on, now. Off the horse.
Come back here!
Come back, don't be such a bloody fool!
Hey, hey, pull him off.
- You show them, mate.
- You little beauty!
- Go, young Archy!
- Good on you, Arch!
Morning.
Three and six?
"After months of hard training
in Egypt..."
- "Hard training"!
- "...Australia's fighting..."
- Good day.
- Good day.
"...Australia's fighting force faced
its baptism of fire on the rocky slopes...
"of Gallipoli,
and proved themselves heroes."
Sorry about yesterday, mate.
You ran a great race. Frank Dunne.
Archy Hamilton.
Well, it just gave me a hell of a shock
to be beaten right out here.
I won everything
there was to win in Perth.
I was just lucky.
Look, anyone who runs
under nine and a half...
with crook feet isn't just lucky, mate.
You joining up?
No, I missed out. I'm underage.
You want something to eat?
- You mean, would I like to order?
- You from the city?
- Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
- Yeah.
Well, we don't put on the dog up here.
What do you want to eat?
Well, if that's your attitude,
I won't have anything.
- Suit yourself.
- He's not finished, are you, mate?
Thank you.
- You better have something.
- I'm not hungry.
- Don't you want it?
- No.
Well, I can't see good food wasted.
Gonna try again?
- I can't. They know I'm underage.
- Not here, in Perth.
Now!
You bastard.
Come on!
Come on!
- Nearly lost me, mate.
- You sure it's headed for Perth?
Course it bloody is.
Nowhere else for it to go.
Hey. Come on, mate, we're here.
Perth?
No, mate, not quite.
Morning.
We seem to have lost our train.
- Two weeks.
- Two weeks? Bugger it.
Unless you're game enough
to cross the lake.
Hey, Arch...
- two weeks, that's not too long.
- No.
- Hey, Arch, hang on, will you?
- Better take this.
Archy, will you...
Arch! Archy, we'll fry like eggs out there.
- Now let's give this a little thought, eh?
- You'll never make it!
- Archy, wait!
- There's 50 mile of that!
Hey!
If the snakes don't get you,
the black widows will.
Wait!
You're mad.
- We should have waited.
- It's quicker this way.
That's what Burke and Wills thought.
How do you know
we're not walking around in circles?
The sun.
What if we run out of water?
There's always water
if you know how to find it.
- How do you find it?
- Cockatoos.
Sunset, they'll lead you straight to it.
That's lovely.
We put our lives
in the hands of a mob of parrots.
What's all this watch business?
Well, when you point 12:00 to the sun...
north is halfway
between the hour hand and 12.
- Can you ride, Frank?
- Yeah, why?
Just wondered why you didn't try
for the Light Horse.
Didn't want to.
What are you gonna join, the Infantry?
- Not joining anything.
- But you gotta be in it.
- Don't have to if you don't want to.
- You gotta be.
No, I don't.
It's a free country, or haven't you heard?
I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't fight.
Well, that only proves one thing:
That you and I are different.
Let's drop it, eh?
You of all people should be going.
- Why me of all people?
- 'Cause you're an athlete.
What's that got to do with it?
I've got mates who'd be lucky
to run the 100 in 12...
and they're going to do their bit.
So why shouldn't you?
Because it's not our bloody war!
- What do you mean, not our war?
- It's an English war.
- It's got nothing to do with us.
- You know what you are?
You're a bloody coward.
There's only one reason why
I haven't knocked you down, mate.
What?
'Cause I don't feel like carrying you
to the next bloody waterhole.
Now shut up and don't open your yap
about the war again.
Where's your sun now?
Frank!
Stop! Hey!
Stop!
This would have to be your lucky day.
We were told
there's a property due south.
Yeah. Old Dan's place.
You got about 10 more miles to go.
He'll probably give you
a ride to Wollombi.
- Where you headed?
- Perth.
I nearly went there once.
Thought I ought to see one big city
before I die.
- You looking for work?
- No, I'm off to the war.
What war?
The war against Germany.
I knew a German once.
- How did it start?
- Don't start him.
Don't know exactly,
but it was the Germans' fault.
- The Australians fighting already?
- Yeah, in Turkey.
Turkey?
- Why is that?
- Ask him.
'Cause Turkey's a German ally.
Well, you learn something every day.
Still, can't see
what it's got to do with us.
We don't stop them there,
they're gonna end up here.
And they're welcome to it.
We made it, you bastard!
- Good day.
- Good day.
Don't wear out
the leather on them boots, will you?
The truth is there was no choice.
Mary.
I think you're very brave
to set off without a compass.
No, not really.
All you need is your watch and the sun
and you can find your way anywhere.
Why are you boys going to Perth?
- I'm going to join the Light Horse.
- Good.
You, too, Frank?
No, business interests to attend to.
While the Germans are crucifying
kittens on church doors in Belgium.
Yes, yes, Gran.
I do love the Light Horse uniforms.
Most of the boys around here
joined the Light Horse.
If I'd had a son,
that's what he would've joined, too.
Let's drink a toast
to our brave young friend.
- The Light Horse.
- The Light Horse.
The Light Horse.
The Light Horse.
What did you mean
about business interests?
Business interests, you know, finance.
- You told me you were broke.
- Well, I am, thanks to you.
What would you have done
with the money if you'd won?
I was gonna start a bike shop.
They only take toffs and farmers' sons
in the Light Horse?
You thinking of joining?
Well, there's no way
you'd get me near the Infantry.
The Light Horse.
Now that's got a bit of class.
We could join together.
- Well, there's only one problem, mate.
- What?
You know I told you I could ride.
Come here.
Foot in the stirrup,
knee in his shoulder, up.
- Come on.
- Knee in his shoulder.
No, no. Foot in the stirrup first.
- Swing up.
- Swing up.
- Get on the bloody thing.
- It won't stand still.
Get on him, Frank.
What name?
What do you mean?
What do you want to call yourself?
Can't use your own name.
Lasalles.
Archibald Lasalles.
By the time I'm finished with you,
you'll look the other side of 40.
Where Mother Nature fails,
Frank Dunne succeeds.
- Oh, no.
- Hang on.
No, Frank.
- Yeah, it looks good.
- Oh, no, look...
Hang on.
- A little glue, more hair here.
- Oh, no.
- I've done it before, pal.
- Bugger off, Frank.
- Have another drink.
- Whiskey doesn't make you look old.
Doesn't it just? Have you seen my dad?
I know he looks like a wreck,
but he's really only 35.
Jesus.
How does he look, Dad?
Fine.
But what the hell
do you want to join up for?
The English murdered
your own grandfather.
Hung him with his own belt
at the crossroads...
- five miles from...
- Five miles from Dublin.
Look, Dad, I am not going to fight
for the British Empire.
I'm gonna keep my head down.
Learn a trick or two...
and come back an officer.
Maybe.
I don't want to be pushed around
for the rest of my bloody life.
- Right.
- Right.
Lasalles.
Lasalles?
Lasalles.
Any relation to Harry Lasalles,
the famous runner?
No, sir.
- All right, Lasalles, up to the dock.
- Thank you, sir.
- Dunne.
- Sir.
Any previous military experience,
Dunne?
Yes, sir. Five years
in the Melbourne Horse Cadets.
- Never heard of them.
- Well, no, sir...
they never received as much recognition
as they deserved.
Thank you, sir.
Forward, hut!
Move it along.
Present arms!
Okay, Lasalles, you're in.
Report to that group over there.
Dunne, mount up.
Foot in the stirrup,
knee in his shoulder and relax.
Thanks, mate.
Stirrup, knee in the shoulder...
Thank you.
Good day there, pal.
I'm your Uncle Frank.
Tough but fair,
so no bloody nonsense, eh?
Hurry up, Dunne, or the war will be over.
Kick him.
You're in a caravan here...
Kick him.
Give him a rocking horse.
All right, Dunne. Thank you very much.
All right, pick up your bags, fellas.
Right turn! Quick march.
Quiet.
All you blokes
from the 10th Reinforcements...
you know you're not supposed to be
in here. Out now!
That means you, too, Lasalles.
Chef, sir. Champagne on the house!
- See you when I see you.
- Yeah.
Not if I see you first.
Everybody ducks, I'll be down with you.
See you later, mate.
- Later.
- See you, pal.
I wish I was going with you.
Look after yourself.
Hey, Harold, down here!
Four pairs of socks, plenty of singlets
and Eno's for your stomach.
And this to drink on our anniversary.
Please come home.
I'll remember you,
wherever you may be
Keep your eyes on victory
And keep your thoughts on duty
And our cross to bear
Should old acquaintance be forgot?
No! No! No, no, no!
Australia will be there
Australia will be there
I'm making you a damn good price
for those sheep down here.
You're practically not from here.
Come on, Tim, you're not stupid.
Three years ago.
That's three years ago.
We're in the middle of a drought.
That's my whole point, you stupid galah.
Everyone here...
- Hello.
- Hey, Black.
- What are you blokes doing here?
- It's our last night.
If you're not going to fight,
you can at least buy us a beer.
Make it four, Perce!
I've got my horse outside, mate.
Next.
- Arms up.
- Hat off.
- Sorry.
- Up straight.
Come on, another quarter of an inch.
Come on.
Teeth aren't all that good.
You're supposed to shoot the enemy,
mate, not bite him.
We don't take anyone with bad teeth.
If you don't pass him,
you've lost all four of us.
You're done.
Next.
Open.
Attention!
Something's gotta be done
about that lofty bastard.
Crikey, they're big.
- Yeah, so's that bloody Victorian.
- Hello, Australia. Hello, welcome.
- Antiques...
- I reckon it took 100,000 blokes...
20 years to build that.
Must've been a lot of blokes around
with crooked backs.
It's not just a monument, you know.
You know what it is?
- It's a bloody great pile of rocks.
- The Pharaoh, mate.
The Pharaoh, his wife, and everything
they had were buried in there.
That's man's first attempt to beat death.
Thanks, Professor. Look, can you
get your mind back on the game?
Let's think about the West Australians'
first attempt to beat the bloody Vics.
Is there any water?
Now something's gotta be done about
that long, thin streak of pelican shit.
- You're the only one, Bill.
- Yeah, get them.
Sort the bastards right out.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
All right, men.
You are shortly to be let loose
on the local inhabitants...
who, you will be surprised to find,
don't look at all like you.
A fact of which they are, no doubt,
eternally grateful.
First up, beware of the local eggs...
which can be distinguished
only by their antiquity...
the local liquor, which is poisonous...
and for those of you
who are contemplating...
some horizontal refreshment...
just be warned...
because those proverbial
few moments of pleasure...
are very likely to leave you
with a legacy which is...
horribly painful, difficult to cure...
and may get you sent home
to face embarrassing questions...
from girlfriend and/or wife.
However, I know nothing I say
is going to discourage some of you...
so I'm going to hand you over
to Doc Morgan...
who has had it all and cured it all.
He will show you how
to minimise the risk, so pay attention.
Company, attention!
Quiet!
- Hey.
- Hey, come back here, gypo.
Come back here, little boy.
Hey, jumbo, how much for one mule?
How much?
No.
Hang on,
how much is he charging you, mate?
Five. That's what he wants
to get out of us.
- Four, four.
- No, the official price is two.
- No, five piasters.
- Go on, give him a bit more.
Barn, there is a correct price.
If we pay more,
we're encouraging dishonesty.
Yeah, or we could go and join Dickie
and the chaps at 7:00.
Would you mind shifting those animals
out of the way?
Sorry, sir.
Hey, those four there. Ten piasters.
- All right.
- Okay.
- The correct price is two piasters.
- It'll be worth it, Snow!
Are you going
to the Governor General's ball?
I'll definitely go.
I say, Carruthers,
there's Dickie and the chaps up there.
Charge!
I say, good morning, chaps!
How are we?
Tallyho! After the fox.
You Australians
are crude, undisciplined...
and the most ill-mannered soldiers
I've ever encountered.
Wait till you meet the New Zealanders.
Rabble!
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
We'll show the enemy
we're as hard as nails
The boys from Victoria
and New South Wales
South Australia and the West, my lad
Queensland and Tassie know their bizz
So buy the beer, old fellow
and we will always lend a hand
If England needs a hand, well here it is
No, no, no. Clear off. Clear off.
Now, how can they do that, Frank?
Life is cheap here, Snow...
and the women have no respect
for themselves.
- It's the same in most foreign places.
- Barney!
Insolents!
Have a look at this, fellows.
Over 1,000 years old.
- How much did you pay for it?
- I beat him down to two quid.
Bastard!
How much did you pay for yours?
Five bob.
See, what did I tell you?
These gypos are a pack of thieves.
We take picture of you.
That one, I think.
Ready?
Let's go.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?
Sir, we Australians
come to your country as guests.
You are an old civilisation,
we are a new civilisation.
Bill, don't give him
a geography lesson...
- tell him to cough up with the money.
- Yeah.
Listen, Snow, we are not just soldiers,
we are diplomats for our country.
Give my mate back his money
or I'll flatten you.
But, Frank, they're bloody thieves.
They've got a different way
of seeing things here.
You see, our problem is
that I bought this from another shop...
and paid five shillings for it.
Whereas my friend, Mr. Wilson,
bought this from you...
which you can see is exactly the same...
and paid two pound...
which in my country
would seem to be pretty unfair.
- Too right.
- Yeah.
So, we were wondering
if you wouldn't mind taking it back...
and giving us the two pound?
- No! This is not mine, this is yours.
- Listen, mate...
if you tried that where we come from...
you'd last about as long
as a snowflake in summer.
Now cough up the money.
This is not mine!
Now I'm gonna get
really bloody angry here.
Snow!
Now listen, mate. I know how you feel.
But while a sale is a sale...
- Now, what I was saying is while...
- Careful, Frank!
Okay!
Take your money and go! Go!
You're dealing with Australians here,
you know.
Hey, fellows, that wasn't the shop.
This is it here.
Hey, fellows, it was the wrong shop.
Hey, fellows!
Hey, fellows, this way!
We clean, no dirty, we very clean.
Australians, come on!
Hello, honey bunny,
you want to come with me?
- All right, thanks.
- Away.
- My name is Rosie.
- Hello, little kangaroo.
I don't believe...
Set your bo peepers on that.
I wonder...
I wonder if it'd be too much trouble
to ask how much?
- Twenty piasters.
- Twenty? Cripes, that's only four bob!
Barney, cut it out!
Snow, this is wartime
and in a month we might be dead.
Billy, they're common, they're cheap.
- Relatively.
- This beats antiques, I'm game.
You wait here, Snow,
we'll be back in a few minutes.
Don't give them a penny till it's all over.
You know what? I'm disgusted.
What are you going to say to your wives
on your wedding night?
Barney, calm down,
you don't win a medal for finishing third.
Hello! You, my friend, hello!
Welcome, Australia.
Bugger off.
- Hello, Australia!
- Hello!
- Hello, Australia.
- Buy from me!
Welcome to my country.
- You buy from me, my name is Yosef.
- Company! Halt!
Rest easy.
Two for one!
Put that canteen away, there, man!
You buy?
All right, let's have some quiet.
As you all know,
this morning's exercise...
involves a frontal assault
on an enemy trench!
The enemy being some gentlemen
from the Light Horse!
Now, these gentlemen...
presumably because their asses
are higher from the ground than ours...
tend to assume airs of superiority!
But they won't have their horses
with them today.
So I want you to go out there
this morning...
and short of actually killing them...
show them the stuff
the Infantry is made of!
Load!
Keep calm and keep steady!
Aim high!
Fire at will!
Fire!
Yosef! Me, Yosef!
- How are you, Frank?
- You bugger!
- What do you men think you're doing?
- We're mates, sir.
This is supposed to be warfare.
All right, break this up over here.
Jolly enthusiastic.
Someone's taken my bloody oranges!
Right, survivors, dress the wounded
and carry them back to the A-post!
Lie down, Arch, come on.
Who killed you?
Well, you can't all be bloody wounded!
Those of you not designated to be dead,
on your feet now!
Who killed you?
Beat it, mate, we're dead.
We're dead, mate, piss off!
- Three!
- Five piasters.
- See you now. Tuesday, 7:00.
- Right.
- Don't forget!
- Bye, boys.
Bye!
Hey, you know what your problem is?
- What?
- The way you start.
- You're wrong, Arch. You're wrong.
- No! No, no.
Crouching makes all the difference.
Harry Lasalles proved that.
Archy, you're wrong.
Now, if you crouch down,
you've got further to go to get up.
Try it. First to the pyramids.
- Okay, you're on.
- Ready?
Set. Go!
We're both...
We're both mad!
No. Maybe if you were brothers.
- But, sir, we...
- I said no.
Sir, we're not taking our horses, sir.
He wouldn't have to ride at all.
Now, look, your own blokes
are going across very soon.
Now why do you want
a transfer, Dunne?
Archy and I are mates, sir.
- That's not good enough.
- We trained together, sir.
- You runners?
- Yes, sir.
- Sprinters?
- Yes, sir.
What's your best time for the 100?
- It's not...
- We both run under 10, don't we, Arch?
That's a coincidence.
Young Lasalles runs under 10.
Well, a fast pair of legs
is never a drawback in any troop.
I'll do what I can.
- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.
Buy the antique.
Antique?
- Antique?
- No.
Billy.
Morning, ladies.
What do you think?
It's all right.
- What's the matter with you blokes?
- Nothing.
Hey, now look, I always wanted
to join the Light Horse.
Infantry not good enough for you, mate?
Well, if that's how you're gonna be,
I'll see you when I see you.
Come off the boil, Snow.
You know Frank.
Yeah, sell his own grandmother
for tuppence...
still talk his way into heaven.
It's just bad luck for mates to split up.
Monsieur Picard.
Telegram, Monsieur Picard.
Message for Major Barton.
Thank you, sir.
Message for Major Barton.
Can you see him? Thank you, sir.
He's just over there.
- Where?
- Just over there.
Run over and give it to him yourself.
Good evening, sir.
Message for Major Hamilton.
There he is over there. I see him.
Hey, you... Evening, sir.
Would you mind telling Dunne
that this is a dance for officers only?
Lasalles, have one or two drinks
before you go.
Sir!
Over there!
North of bay B-700. Douse it.
- Right, douse it!
- Douse it.
...bastards!
Come on, mate, you'll be all right.
- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.
- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.
Good day.
The thing I can't stand about you, mate,
is you're always so bloody cheerful.
Hey, mates, have you got any firewood?
Don't they ever let up?
Gentlemen, Jill, O'Reilly and Duggan,
get over here!
What's for breakfast?
Brown biscuit porridge
and fried bully beef.
Well, if you'd got the bacon
like you promised.
I can't work miracles.
So you're saying there's bacon around?
Well, there is. You just got to give me
some time to learn the ropes, that's all.
Winner take all, mate.
- What do you mean?
- Insurance.
Covers everything except sharks.
Here she comes!
- Look out!
- Down, boys!
My arm! My arm! I'm hit.
- Payment in full.
- Good on you.
Now you're flush, you couldn't lend me
five bob, could you?
- Thanks, mate.
- Thanks, mate.
That's it.
- You got a match?
- Over there.
11:00. Go!
Did you get him?
Have a look for yourself.
Hello, Australia! Look good.
Come closer.
New blokes, are you?
- Here you go.
- No, thanks.
We were all right when we landed...
but the Turks have had us
pinned down here ever since.
You blokes have been brought over
to get ready for a big push.
That's good. We've been here for days
and I haven't seen a Turk yet.
I'm in no hurry.
Dead set, mate, I tell you. I'm sure.
Water bottles! Water bottles. Bottles.
- Go on, give us a smile.
- They came in clear.
Morning, Abdul!
- Bottles? You want a bottle?
- Hey, mate!
- Got a smoke?
- Yeah.
Keep your head down!
Have two.
Got any bacon?
Yeah, but we're a bit short
on the champagne.
Good on you, mate.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah, it is shorter.
Hey, where do you think you're going?
It's a shortcut to the beach, isn't it?
Shortcut to the bloody cemetery.
There you go. What do you reckon?
- Thanks, mate.
- Yeah, right-o, pal.
Hey, keep down.
Righty-o, on my way.
We need some more supplies
over here.
Come on, don't dawdle!
Now you got to be joking.
Here, two mongrels!
Strewth!
Sneddy, you give us a hand
with this, mate?
Come on.
- He doesn't look too fierce to me.
- He's the midget of the family.
Get an eyeful of that.
Crikey!
- Here, take them.
- Sorry, mate, no sale.
- Come on, I'll throw that in.
- No, sorry.
- What's it worth to you, mate?
- The bacon and the flask.
Isn't that a bit rough?
Take it or leave it, mate, I've got to go.
Yeah, I suppose.
That means you, Private Wilson!
I want those men out of the boat!
Hey, Barn! Where are you, Barn?
Bill? Snowy!
- Well we're bound to lose for sure now!
- Frank!
You pack of bastards.
It's good to see you, mate!
We're all together again!
Hey, Arch! Come here, mate,
I've got some blokes for you to meet!
How's your donger, you bloody bugger?
You look like a bloody pirate!
Buggers! Hey, fellows,
I'd like you to meet a mate of mine.
- This is Archy. This here's Barney.
- Hi.
- Billy.
- How's it going?
- This little bloke here, this is Snowy.
- Good day.
- Where are you from?
- Out in the bush.
- Nice to meet you all!
- Has he been talking about us, has he?
You know Frank.
Yeah, he likes to hear
the sound of his own voice.
I reckon I know more about you
than your own mother.
Let's hope so!
What you're telling me, sir,
and correct me if I'm wrong...
is that the infantry attack on Lone Pine...
and our attack on The Nek
are just diversions.
Not just diversions, Major,
vitally important diversions.
Tonight, 25,000 British troops
will land here at Suvla Bay.
Our attacks are to draw the Turks down
on us so the British can get ashore.
Sorry I didn't tell you this before,
secrecy is vital.
But, sir, The Nek is a fortress...
protected by at least five
machine guns at point-blank range.
We've considered that, Barton.
We're gonna hit their trenches...
with the heaviest barrage
of the campaign...
just before your men go over the top.
By the time we've finished here,
there won't be a Turk within miles.
Turks can keep us pinned down
at Anzac forever.
This new British landing
is our only hope.
We must do what we can
to make it succeed.
Because if it does succeed,
we'll have Constantinople in a week...
and knock Turkey out of the war.
- Everything's ready?
- Yes, sir. All the guns are in position.
We'll start the bombardment at dawn
and stop at 0430 sharp.
That's just over 12 hours from now.
"Your name has been selected
at random...
"by the Ladies' Patriotic Auxiliary.
"We hope that this parcel
does its little bit...
"to keep up morale going..."
Have a look at this.
Crikey, looks like they chose
the measurements at random, too.
Some soap, ointment, lavender water.
Talcum powder, Eno's Fruit Salt.
God! The old ducks have sent me
half a chemists' shop.
What's this, a cookbook?
What do they think it is, a picnic?
It's the thought that counts, Frank.
It'd count a bit more
if they could bloody well think.
That does it.
A bloke that fixed my bike
18 months ago...
sends me a bill for seven and six!
- How's the time?
- 4:30.
When are you going over?
- 5:30.
- 5:30.
- Still going for the ridge?
- No.
- What's it called?
- Lone Pine.
- What are you blokes doing?
- We're going for The Nek tomorrow.
- The Nek?
- Yeah.
I reckon the Turks got machine guns
everywhere up there.
Well, ships' guns gonna
knock them out before we go over.
- Like a drink?
- No.
Go on, Snow. The Lord's not gonna
hold it against you.
He turns a blind eye
about an hour before every battle.
He's right.
Hey, you beauty, Snowy.
When are they going?
Right about now.
Serious cases to the tent.
What's the way on?
Slightly wounded over here.
Put him aside.
Down to the tent with that one.
He's an urgent case.
Morphine! We need
some more morphine out here!
All right, mate.
You'll be all right, mate.
You'll be back in Adelaide in no time.
Anybody here seen Billy Lewis?
Barney Wilson? Snow?
Hey, mate, you seen Billy Lewis?
Bill? You all right?
Barney's dead.
He was running alongside of me and...
I thought he just tripped.
You know how clumsy he is.
Snow?
I need some help.
They won't give me any food
or anything to drink.
Why do you reckon that is, Frank?
They know what they're doing, Snow.
We got their butts, Frank.
We took their bloody trenches.
Yeah, Billy said you were a real hero.
Just give my diary to Mum and Dad,
will you?
I just want them to know what I did.
Come across here, tie down.
There's another bleeder for you.
GSW...
Come on, no Turk in his right mind
is gonna waste a bullet on you.
- Get some sleep, mate.
- Yeah.
That's you, mate.
Here's one. You hungry?
Sharp enough for you, sir?
Nine and five-sixteenths, eh?
Kimberley Gift.
You're Archy Hamilton, aren't you?
Excuse me, sir.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna turn you in.
I'm proud to have you with us.
Thank you, sir.
Matter of fact,
I want you as a runner tomorrow.
But, sir, I'd rather fight.
A few extra yards of speed, son,
could save the lives of hundreds of men.
I've come a long way to be in this.
I don't want to miss out now.
I need a runner, Hamilton.
Communications won't last five minutes
once the shelling starts.
Coming through.
You could use Frank.
He's just as fast as I am...
and I'm the one that really
got him into this.
He wanted to start a bike shop.
- Is he scared?
- No, sir.
- Well, just a bit.
- Who isn't, son?
Do you mind?
Dunne, report to Major Barton.
- What the hell for?
- You're off the hook.
He needs a runner. Go on, hop to it.
Can I have your luck? Malish, fate.
Well, see you when I see you.
Not if I see you first.
Fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets, first wave.
First wave, fix bayonets.
First wave, fix bayonets.
Fix bayonets!
Keep your heads down!
Fire!
I know you still haven't forgiven me
for running off.
But I'm sure in my own mind
that I was right.
And so would you
if you were here with me now.
We're getting ready to make
an all-out assault on Johnny Turk...
and we know we're gonna give a good
account of ourselves and our country.
Everyone is terribly excited.
There's a feeling that
we're all involved in an adventure...
that's somehow larger than life.
Cease fire!
Cease fire!
Jesus!
Shouldn't have stopped yet,
should it, sir?
There's still seven minutes to go.
Maybe they're luring the Turks back...
to the trenches
to give them a final burst.
Dunne, get on to headquarters,
find out what's happening.
- What's happened?
- Damned if I know.
You best send us now.
If the Turks get back into the trenches,
we'll be cut to pieces.
Just hang on.
They might give a final burst.
They're going back
into the trenches, sir.
- Colonel Robinson.
- Barton, sir.
Barton, I don't care
what your watches say.
Mine says they should have gone
three minutes ago. So send them.
Sir, do you know
they're back in the trenches?
I know that, Barton,
and I still say you must go.
Steady, lads. Look to your front, boys.
Yes, sir.
- It's too late, I think.
- It's too late.
We go ahead, as planned.
Come on, lads. Unload your rifles.
Nothing up the spout,
we're going in with the bayonets.
No bullets. Unload!
Nothing up the spout!
We're going in with the bayonets.
Steady, lads. Wait for it!
Come on, lads!
Get ready, second wave!
Leave the wounded
and get up to the wall!
Come on, get up, mate.
Les.
- Stick with me, mate.
- You're right.
Second wave, get ready.
Leave the wounded
and get up to the wall.
- Come on, boys, face to the wall!
- Face to the wall!
Steady, lads, look to your front.
Third wave, take positions.
I'm not sending any more men
out into that.
Come on, boys!
Third wave, get up to the wall.
What's happening out there,
Lieutenant?
It's all pretty confusing
at the moment, sir.
Has it been a success or hasn't it?
Well, it's hard to say, sir.
There was a report
that one of our marker flags...
was seen in the enemy trench.
- Mark... Flag...
- Hello?
Hello? Hello, sir?
Hello? Hello?
- Damn! Dunne...
- Third wave, take up your positions.
Come on, boys.
Stretcher-bearers,
get me some stretcher-bearers.
- Line cut?
- Yes, sir.
- Take that to the Colonel.
- Yes, sir.
I've said it to you lads before,
now face the wall!
Gangway! Urgent message.
Colonel Robinson, urgent message.
Two more men in here, quickly.
Third wave, fix your bayonets!
No bullets! Bayonets only!
Tell Major Barton
the attack must proceed.
Sir, I don't think you got the picture.
They're being cut down
before they can get to five yards.
Bloody line. Our marker flags
have been seen in the Turkish trenches.
The attack must continue at all costs.
I repeat, the attack must proceed.
Steady. Steady, lads.
Okay, come on. Get up for a minute.
Marker flags?
Who told you there were marker flags?
I heard someone say
they'd seen one, sir.
- Who? Who?
- I'm not sure, sir.
Gray, you bloody idiot.
Nobody got further than 10 yards.
Why don't you go
above Robinson's head, sir?
General Gardner. Go like the wind.
Message for GHQ!
Message for GHQ! Urgent message!
Pick it up! That a boy, run!
It does sound pointless to go on.
On the other hand...
Excuse me, sir.
British are ashore at Suvla.
- Are they meeting heavy opposition?
- None, sir.
Apparently, they've called a halt...
and the officers are sitting on the beach
drinking cups of tea.
Tell Major Barton the attack is...
Just tell him that I'm reconsidering
the whole situation.
Yes, sir.
They're not going to make us go,
are they?
No, there's no point.
Those men should have gone, Barton.
Marker flags have been seen.
Not by me, sir.
I've asked for confirmation
from General Gardner.
Your orders are to attack
and you'll do so immediately.
The British at Suvla must be allowed
to get ashore. Is that clear?
You are to push on.
It's cold-blooded murder.
I said push on.
Right, sir.
Can't ask the men to do
what I wouldn't do myself.
All right, men, we're going.
I want you all to remember who you are.
You're the 10th Light Horse!
Men from Western Australia.
Don't forget it.
Good luck.
- Good luck, sir.
- You, too.
"Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
"I shall fear no evil: For Thou art with me
"thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
"my cup runneth over"
What are your legs? Springs.
Steel springs.
What are they gonna do?
They're going to hurl me down the track.
How fast can you run?
As fast as a leopard.
How fast are you gonna run?
As fast as a leopard.
Then let's see you do it.
Gangway! Gangway! Urgent message!
Gangway!
Come on, deeper, deeper.
Come on, deeper.
Come on, deeper, deeper.
From here, boy, here.
That's it.
Now, loosen up.
Come on, loosen up.
Come on, boy, loosen them up.
That's it.
Now, on the spot.
One, two! One, two! One, two!
- What are your legs?
- Springs. Steel springs.
- What are they going to do?
- Hurl me down the track.
- How fast can you run?
- As fast as a leopard.
- How fast are you gonna run?
- As fast as a leopard.
Then let's see you do it.
Are you ready, leopard?
On your mark...
get set...
Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
- How did it feel?
- All right.
Nine and five-eighths.
They'll be all right here.
Come on, pass the rest of them.
Lester, you useless bastard!
Get after him, Perce.
Where did you learn to ride?
On a rocking horse?
- Hey, Les, go and open the gate.
- Black can do that.
- I want you to do it.
- When I'm ready.
Now!
Les, don't split them!
Bastard.
Billy, Zac, bring up the tail!
Bring it up. Come on.
Get them up, get them up!
Hey! A wash, lovely, lovely.
Come on. Leave me alone, will you?
Hey, Archy, him wash.
Prefer the company of blacks,
eh, Archy?
- Zac's my mate.
- We run together.
You fancy yourself as a runner, eh?
He's more than a runner.
He's top bloody athlete.
Girls run.
- Men box.
- Lay off, Les.
He can run faster than you can ride!
Jeez. Is that a fact?
Two to one,
I'll beat you to the home gate.
- With me on horseback, you on foot?
- I'll go cross-country, you take the track.
That's a fair bet.
That track's five mile further.
Yeah, have a go, Les.
Okay.
You're on.
Barefoot.
You're on.
Make your bets, boys.
Steady.
Bareback.
Barefoot. Bareback.
Les is gonna ride bareback.
That's a joke.
- You wanna lay money on that?
- I reckon. Five bob on Les.
- Can you cover that, Archy?
- He just said he'd cover it.
You a man, Archy.
- Two to one, right?
- I'm in for five bob.
Watch it. Don't go through the rocks.
Don't go through the rocks,
go through the mountain.
There's more money that says Les wins,
mate.
There's my dough.
What do you reckon?
You're on, mate. Got a good bet there.
All right. Now let's go, boys.
You right, Archy? Line them up.
Go up the hill.
Don't go through the rocks.
On your marks, get set...
go!
Go, mare!
Pick it up!
Come on.
You lose, sonny boy. Enjoy the walk.
Giddap.
Whoa, Abby. Whoa.
Whoa, boy.
Archy! You win! Archy!
Hooray, Archy! Les fell down.
Archy. Les fell down!
Zac, what happened?
Les fell down! Les fell down!
Archy, my brother, you win.
- I can't understand you.
- Sorry, Uncle Jack.
You've got the God-given ability
to be amongst our very greatest...
and I'm not just saying that, lad.
- You could be up there with Lasalles.
- Uncle Jack...
Greater than Lasalles.
And three days before your first big race
you have to go and do this.
- I'll still win.
- Yeah?
Running's not all there is to life.
Come on, kids. Hey, scram. Go.
- Peter Trevelyan joined up last week.
- No more of that. You're underage.
You ran away from home
when you were younger than me.
Not to a war.
Been all round the world
by the time you were 18.
- Barbary Coast, Spice Islands.
- I made most of those stories up.
No, you didn't.
Dad said you nearly got yourself killed
half a dozen times.
I judged the risks and took my chances.
War's different.
- How's it...
- It's just different.
You know there's no hope
that your mother and father...
would let you go,
so what's the point in talking about it?
I thought you might help me.
Uncle Jack said
the cat was having her babies.
Careful with the plate, darling.
When's this race?
Saturday.
- How long are you going to be gone?
- Just over the weekend.
Fine time you pick
to go gallivanting off...
in town, right in the middle
of the bloody muster.
Don't swear
in front of the girls, Wallace.
Make sure you put in
your fair share of work before you go.
Yes, Dad.
"The fire was burning furiously
at the end of the branch...
"and Mowgli struck right and left
around the circle...
"and the wolves ran howling
with the sparks burning their fur.
"At last...
"there were only Akela, Bagheera,
and perhaps ten wolves...
"that had taken Mowgli's part.
"Then something began to hurt Mowgli
inside him...
"as he'd never been hurt
in his life before...
"and he caught his breath and sobbed...
"and the tears ran down his face.
"'What is it? What is it? ' he said.
"'I do not wish to leave the jungle,
and I do not know what this is.
"'Am I dying, Bagheera? '
"'No, little brother,' said Bagheera.
"'Those are only tears,
such as men use.
"'Now, I know thou art a man
and a man's cub no longer.
"'Let them fall, Mowgli.
"'They are only tears.'
"So Mowgli sat and cried
as though his heart would break...
"and he'd never cried
in all his life before.
"'Now', he said.
"'I will go to men."'
- Go on, Jack. Go on. One more chapter.
- Children, come on, inside.
All right, come on, kids. There's Mum.
Don't get Uncle into trouble.
Bedtime.
Come on, inside, out of the wind.
- Come on. Quick, please.
- Off you go, kids. Into bed.
All right.
"London, 29th April,
the War Office announces:
"'Despite continual opposition,
our troops have established...
"'themselves across Galliple."'
Gallipoli.
Hey, listen to this.
"The Turkish defences included
wire entanglements on land and sea...
- "and deep pits with spiked bottoms."
- Bastards.
That's it.
I'm gonna join up.
Me, too.
What about you, Barney?
- Don't know.
- Oh, be in it.
- Hey, the girls go wild over a uniform.
- Yeah?
Of course, in your case,
I don't think anything would help...
but you might as well give it a go.
- Hey, we could all join up together.
- Count me in.
Come on, Frank, you gotta be in it.
No, thanks. If you blokes all wanna go
and get yourselves shot...
go ahead.
Well, I'm not scared to die
for my country, Frank.
Well, good for you, Snowy,
you go and sign yourself on.
Well, you must admit, mate,
nothing could be worse than this here.
- Can't argue with that.
- You gonna join, then?
No.
But I'm not gonna stay here either.
Dunne, Lewis, Wilkes!
Where the hell are you?
There she is!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
- Hurry, boss.
- Come back, you young bastards.
I'll have you done for sure.
Do you hear me?
You'll never work for the railways again!
It's on top of the cupboard.
Come on, lad.
Coming, Uncle.
Come on.
- Give us those shoes, little man.
- Bye, Arch.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- Goodbye, Mum.
- Hey, it's only two days.
Come on, we've got a race to run.
- What are you gonna get us, Jack?
- Children.
Giddap. Hey, giddap.
- Good luck, son.
- Bye, Archy. Come back with a medal.
Goodbye, Archy.
- Bye, kids.
- Bye, Archy.
You better win!
Here we go!
- Get out of my car.
- Just having a look, boss.
- Go on, get out.
- Yeah. Righto. Righto.
Can I direct your attention
to these bottled preserves...
of the Ladies' Auxiliary?
All proceeds to the Belgian Relief Fund.
Very exciting one-mile race.
What about the handicap?
No, I can't talk about handicapping now.
Get it done the best way you can.
- This where you enter for the Gift?
- Entries closed a week ago.
- I've been outback.
- What's your name?
Dunne.
- You registered?
- Yeah, in Perth.
- When did you run your last race?
- Fremantle, about six months ago.
I know you, the stand-up start.
We got a scratching?
We got a scratching?
- Give him a go.
- What's the prize money?
Ten guineas and the medal.
Anyone take bets?
No, it's against the law.
How much was you wanting to lay?
- Twenty quid.
- You're pretty confident.
Where's your 20?
- Young Archy Hamilton's running.
- Who's he?
Probably the fastest kid
in West Australia, if not the country.
- What does he run?
- Under 10.
Wouldn't want to take your money
without fair warning.
What's my mark?
Same as the local kid.
All right. You're on.
You can still pull out, lad.
Lasalles pulled out of the Barlow Cup
and nobody thought the worse of him.
Come on.
Push.
Now, for the big event of the afternoon.
The one you've all been waiting for.
The Kimberley Gift!
There you go, boss.
Announcing a late entry.
F.C. Dunne of Perth,
starting off three yards...
the same mark as our own champion,
Archy Hamilton.
- Right, start your breathing.
- Come on, Archy, boy!
Come on. Deeper, from here.
Now, what are these?
- Come on.
- Steel springs.
- Again.
- Steel springs.
- What are they gonna do?
- Hurl me down the track.
How fast can you run?
As fast as a leopard.
- How fast are you gonna run?
- As fast as a leopard.
Right.
Then let's see you do it.
This is the big one, Simmo!
You can do it!
Runners, dig in!
Set!
Archy Hamilton!
Lads for the Light Horse, over here.
Come on, don't let your mates
over there do all the fighting.
Bring your beer.
If you're fit and you can ride,
get over here and find out how to join.
The Empire needs you.
Your country needs you
and your mates need you.
So come and find out how to get
into the greatest game of them all.
- Hey, that was bad luck, mate.
- Let's just forget it, eh?
Nine and five-sixteenths, lad.
You've equalled
the great Harry Lasalles...
- cut feet and all.
- Uncle Jack.
Nothing's going to stop you now.
Jack.
I'm not coming home.
No, I didn't think you were, lad.
Your bag weighed a ton.
- What have you got in it?
- Books, mostly.
What if they don't take you?
You don't look 21.
They won't ask questions
when they see me ride.
We've been through
a lot of scrapes together.
Take care of it.
Let's get down there before
those other blokes drink the keg dry.
- Come on, Arch!
- I'll write.
God bless you, boy.
- Twenty-one?
- Yes, sir.
You don't look it. Got a birth certificate?
I didn't know
I was supposed to bring one, sir.
- Go on, mount up.
- Excuse me, sir.
I know this lad and he's only 18.
His father would skin him alive
if he knew he was here.
We can turn a blind eye
if it's a matter of six months or so...
but not when you're 18.
Come on, now. Off the horse.
Come back here!
Come back, don't be such a bloody fool!
Hey, hey, pull him off.
- You show them, mate.
- You little beauty!
- Go, young Archy!
- Good on you, Arch!
Morning.
Three and six?
"After months of hard training
in Egypt..."
- "Hard training"!
- "...Australia's fighting..."
- Good day.
- Good day.
"...Australia's fighting force faced
its baptism of fire on the rocky slopes...
"of Gallipoli,
and proved themselves heroes."
Sorry about yesterday, mate.
You ran a great race. Frank Dunne.
Archy Hamilton.
Well, it just gave me a hell of a shock
to be beaten right out here.
I won everything
there was to win in Perth.
I was just lucky.
Look, anyone who runs
under nine and a half...
with crook feet isn't just lucky, mate.
You joining up?
No, I missed out. I'm underage.
You want something to eat?
- You mean, would I like to order?
- You from the city?
- Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
- Yeah.
Well, we don't put on the dog up here.
What do you want to eat?
Well, if that's your attitude,
I won't have anything.
- Suit yourself.
- He's not finished, are you, mate?
Thank you.
- You better have something.
- I'm not hungry.
- Don't you want it?
- No.
Well, I can't see good food wasted.
Gonna try again?
- I can't. They know I'm underage.
- Not here, in Perth.
Now!
You bastard.
Come on!
Come on!
- Nearly lost me, mate.
- You sure it's headed for Perth?
Course it bloody is.
Nowhere else for it to go.
Hey. Come on, mate, we're here.
Perth?
No, mate, not quite.
Morning.
We seem to have lost our train.
- Two weeks.
- Two weeks? Bugger it.
Unless you're game enough
to cross the lake.
Hey, Arch...
- two weeks, that's not too long.
- No.
- Hey, Arch, hang on, will you?
- Better take this.
Archy, will you...
Arch! Archy, we'll fry like eggs out there.
- Now let's give this a little thought, eh?
- You'll never make it!
- Archy, wait!
- There's 50 mile of that!
Hey!
If the snakes don't get you,
the black widows will.
Wait!
You're mad.
- We should have waited.
- It's quicker this way.
That's what Burke and Wills thought.
How do you know
we're not walking around in circles?
The sun.
What if we run out of water?
There's always water
if you know how to find it.
- How do you find it?
- Cockatoos.
Sunset, they'll lead you straight to it.
That's lovely.
We put our lives
in the hands of a mob of parrots.
What's all this watch business?
Well, when you point 12:00 to the sun...
north is halfway
between the hour hand and 12.
- Can you ride, Frank?
- Yeah, why?
Just wondered why you didn't try
for the Light Horse.
Didn't want to.
What are you gonna join, the Infantry?
- Not joining anything.
- But you gotta be in it.
- Don't have to if you don't want to.
- You gotta be.
No, I don't.
It's a free country, or haven't you heard?
I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't fight.
Well, that only proves one thing:
That you and I are different.
Let's drop it, eh?
You of all people should be going.
- Why me of all people?
- 'Cause you're an athlete.
What's that got to do with it?
I've got mates who'd be lucky
to run the 100 in 12...
and they're going to do their bit.
So why shouldn't you?
Because it's not our bloody war!
- What do you mean, not our war?
- It's an English war.
- It's got nothing to do with us.
- You know what you are?
You're a bloody coward.
There's only one reason why
I haven't knocked you down, mate.
What?
'Cause I don't feel like carrying you
to the next bloody waterhole.
Now shut up and don't open your yap
about the war again.
Where's your sun now?
Frank!
Stop! Hey!
Stop!
This would have to be your lucky day.
We were told
there's a property due south.
Yeah. Old Dan's place.
You got about 10 more miles to go.
He'll probably give you
a ride to Wollombi.
- Where you headed?
- Perth.
I nearly went there once.
Thought I ought to see one big city
before I die.
- You looking for work?
- No, I'm off to the war.
What war?
The war against Germany.
I knew a German once.
- How did it start?
- Don't start him.
Don't know exactly,
but it was the Germans' fault.
- The Australians fighting already?
- Yeah, in Turkey.
Turkey?
- Why is that?
- Ask him.
'Cause Turkey's a German ally.
Well, you learn something every day.
Still, can't see
what it's got to do with us.
We don't stop them there,
they're gonna end up here.
And they're welcome to it.
We made it, you bastard!
- Good day.
- Good day.
Don't wear out
the leather on them boots, will you?
The truth is there was no choice.
Mary.
I think you're very brave
to set off without a compass.
No, not really.
All you need is your watch and the sun
and you can find your way anywhere.
Why are you boys going to Perth?
- I'm going to join the Light Horse.
- Good.
You, too, Frank?
No, business interests to attend to.
While the Germans are crucifying
kittens on church doors in Belgium.
Yes, yes, Gran.
I do love the Light Horse uniforms.
Most of the boys around here
joined the Light Horse.
If I'd had a son,
that's what he would've joined, too.
Let's drink a toast
to our brave young friend.
- The Light Horse.
- The Light Horse.
The Light Horse.
The Light Horse.
What did you mean
about business interests?
Business interests, you know, finance.
- You told me you were broke.
- Well, I am, thanks to you.
What would you have done
with the money if you'd won?
I was gonna start a bike shop.
They only take toffs and farmers' sons
in the Light Horse?
You thinking of joining?
Well, there's no way
you'd get me near the Infantry.
The Light Horse.
Now that's got a bit of class.
We could join together.
- Well, there's only one problem, mate.
- What?
You know I told you I could ride.
Come here.
Foot in the stirrup,
knee in his shoulder, up.
- Come on.
- Knee in his shoulder.
No, no. Foot in the stirrup first.
- Swing up.
- Swing up.
- Get on the bloody thing.
- It won't stand still.
Get on him, Frank.
What name?
What do you mean?
What do you want to call yourself?
Can't use your own name.
Lasalles.
Archibald Lasalles.
By the time I'm finished with you,
you'll look the other side of 40.
Where Mother Nature fails,
Frank Dunne succeeds.
- Oh, no.
- Hang on.
No, Frank.
- Yeah, it looks good.
- Oh, no, look...
Hang on.
- A little glue, more hair here.
- Oh, no.
- I've done it before, pal.
- Bugger off, Frank.
- Have another drink.
- Whiskey doesn't make you look old.
Doesn't it just? Have you seen my dad?
I know he looks like a wreck,
but he's really only 35.
Jesus.
How does he look, Dad?
Fine.
But what the hell
do you want to join up for?
The English murdered
your own grandfather.
Hung him with his own belt
at the crossroads...
- five miles from...
- Five miles from Dublin.
Look, Dad, I am not going to fight
for the British Empire.
I'm gonna keep my head down.
Learn a trick or two...
and come back an officer.
Maybe.
I don't want to be pushed around
for the rest of my bloody life.
- Right.
- Right.
Lasalles.
Lasalles?
Lasalles.
Any relation to Harry Lasalles,
the famous runner?
No, sir.
- All right, Lasalles, up to the dock.
- Thank you, sir.
- Dunne.
- Sir.
Any previous military experience,
Dunne?
Yes, sir. Five years
in the Melbourne Horse Cadets.
- Never heard of them.
- Well, no, sir...
they never received as much recognition
as they deserved.
Thank you, sir.
Forward, hut!
Move it along.
Present arms!
Okay, Lasalles, you're in.
Report to that group over there.
Dunne, mount up.
Foot in the stirrup,
knee in his shoulder and relax.
Thanks, mate.
Stirrup, knee in the shoulder...
Thank you.
Good day there, pal.
I'm your Uncle Frank.
Tough but fair,
so no bloody nonsense, eh?
Hurry up, Dunne, or the war will be over.
Kick him.
You're in a caravan here...
Kick him.
Give him a rocking horse.
All right, Dunne. Thank you very much.
All right, pick up your bags, fellas.
Right turn! Quick march.
Quiet.
All you blokes
from the 10th Reinforcements...
you know you're not supposed to be
in here. Out now!
That means you, too, Lasalles.
Chef, sir. Champagne on the house!
- See you when I see you.
- Yeah.
Not if I see you first.
Everybody ducks, I'll be down with you.
See you later, mate.
- Later.
- See you, pal.
I wish I was going with you.
Look after yourself.
Hey, Harold, down here!
Four pairs of socks, plenty of singlets
and Eno's for your stomach.
And this to drink on our anniversary.
Please come home.
I'll remember you,
wherever you may be
Keep your eyes on victory
And keep your thoughts on duty
And our cross to bear
Should old acquaintance be forgot?
No! No! No, no, no!
Australia will be there
Australia will be there
I'm making you a damn good price
for those sheep down here.
You're practically not from here.
Come on, Tim, you're not stupid.
Three years ago.
That's three years ago.
We're in the middle of a drought.
That's my whole point, you stupid galah.
Everyone here...
- Hello.
- Hey, Black.
- What are you blokes doing here?
- It's our last night.
If you're not going to fight,
you can at least buy us a beer.
Make it four, Perce!
I've got my horse outside, mate.
Next.
- Arms up.
- Hat off.
- Sorry.
- Up straight.
Come on, another quarter of an inch.
Come on.
Teeth aren't all that good.
You're supposed to shoot the enemy,
mate, not bite him.
We don't take anyone with bad teeth.
If you don't pass him,
you've lost all four of us.
You're done.
Next.
Open.
Attention!
Something's gotta be done
about that lofty bastard.
Crikey, they're big.
- Yeah, so's that bloody Victorian.
- Hello, Australia. Hello, welcome.
- Antiques...
- I reckon it took 100,000 blokes...
20 years to build that.
Must've been a lot of blokes around
with crooked backs.
It's not just a monument, you know.
You know what it is?
- It's a bloody great pile of rocks.
- The Pharaoh, mate.
The Pharaoh, his wife, and everything
they had were buried in there.
That's man's first attempt to beat death.
Thanks, Professor. Look, can you
get your mind back on the game?
Let's think about the West Australians'
first attempt to beat the bloody Vics.
Is there any water?
Now something's gotta be done about
that long, thin streak of pelican shit.
- You're the only one, Bill.
- Yeah, get them.
Sort the bastards right out.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
All right, men.
You are shortly to be let loose
on the local inhabitants...
who, you will be surprised to find,
don't look at all like you.
A fact of which they are, no doubt,
eternally grateful.
First up, beware of the local eggs...
which can be distinguished
only by their antiquity...
the local liquor, which is poisonous...
and for those of you
who are contemplating...
some horizontal refreshment...
just be warned...
because those proverbial
few moments of pleasure...
are very likely to leave you
with a legacy which is...
horribly painful, difficult to cure...
and may get you sent home
to face embarrassing questions...
from girlfriend and/or wife.
However, I know nothing I say
is going to discourage some of you...
so I'm going to hand you over
to Doc Morgan...
who has had it all and cured it all.
He will show you how
to minimise the risk, so pay attention.
Company, attention!
Quiet!
- Hey.
- Hey, come back here, gypo.
Come back here, little boy.
Hey, jumbo, how much for one mule?
How much?
No.
Hang on,
how much is he charging you, mate?
Five. That's what he wants
to get out of us.
- Four, four.
- No, the official price is two.
- No, five piasters.
- Go on, give him a bit more.
Barn, there is a correct price.
If we pay more,
we're encouraging dishonesty.
Yeah, or we could go and join Dickie
and the chaps at 7:00.
Would you mind shifting those animals
out of the way?
Sorry, sir.
Hey, those four there. Ten piasters.
- All right.
- Okay.
- The correct price is two piasters.
- It'll be worth it, Snow!
Are you going
to the Governor General's ball?
I'll definitely go.
I say, Carruthers,
there's Dickie and the chaps up there.
Charge!
I say, good morning, chaps!
How are we?
Tallyho! After the fox.
You Australians
are crude, undisciplined...
and the most ill-mannered soldiers
I've ever encountered.
Wait till you meet the New Zealanders.
Rabble!
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
If England needs a hand, well here it is
We'll show the enemy
we're as hard as nails
The boys from Victoria
and New South Wales
South Australia and the West, my lad
Queensland and Tassie know their bizz
So buy the beer, old fellow
and we will always lend a hand
If England needs a hand, well here it is
No, no, no. Clear off. Clear off.
Now, how can they do that, Frank?
Life is cheap here, Snow...
and the women have no respect
for themselves.
- It's the same in most foreign places.
- Barney!
Insolents!
Have a look at this, fellows.
Over 1,000 years old.
- How much did you pay for it?
- I beat him down to two quid.
Bastard!
How much did you pay for yours?
Five bob.
See, what did I tell you?
These gypos are a pack of thieves.
We take picture of you.
That one, I think.
Ready?
Let's go.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?
Sir, we Australians
come to your country as guests.
You are an old civilisation,
we are a new civilisation.
Bill, don't give him
a geography lesson...
- tell him to cough up with the money.
- Yeah.
Listen, Snow, we are not just soldiers,
we are diplomats for our country.
Give my mate back his money
or I'll flatten you.
But, Frank, they're bloody thieves.
They've got a different way
of seeing things here.
You see, our problem is
that I bought this from another shop...
and paid five shillings for it.
Whereas my friend, Mr. Wilson,
bought this from you...
which you can see is exactly the same...
and paid two pound...
which in my country
would seem to be pretty unfair.
- Too right.
- Yeah.
So, we were wondering
if you wouldn't mind taking it back...
and giving us the two pound?
- No! This is not mine, this is yours.
- Listen, mate...
if you tried that where we come from...
you'd last about as long
as a snowflake in summer.
Now cough up the money.
This is not mine!
Now I'm gonna get
really bloody angry here.
Snow!
Now listen, mate. I know how you feel.
But while a sale is a sale...
- Now, what I was saying is while...
- Careful, Frank!
Okay!
Take your money and go! Go!
You're dealing with Australians here,
you know.
Hey, fellows, that wasn't the shop.
This is it here.
Hey, fellows, it was the wrong shop.
Hey, fellows!
Hey, fellows, this way!
We clean, no dirty, we very clean.
Australians, come on!
Hello, honey bunny,
you want to come with me?
- All right, thanks.
- Away.
- My name is Rosie.
- Hello, little kangaroo.
I don't believe...
Set your bo peepers on that.
I wonder...
I wonder if it'd be too much trouble
to ask how much?
- Twenty piasters.
- Twenty? Cripes, that's only four bob!
Barney, cut it out!
Snow, this is wartime
and in a month we might be dead.
Billy, they're common, they're cheap.
- Relatively.
- This beats antiques, I'm game.
You wait here, Snow,
we'll be back in a few minutes.
Don't give them a penny till it's all over.
You know what? I'm disgusted.
What are you going to say to your wives
on your wedding night?
Barney, calm down,
you don't win a medal for finishing third.
Hello! You, my friend, hello!
Welcome, Australia.
Bugger off.
- Hello, Australia!
- Hello!
- Hello, Australia.
- Buy from me!
Welcome to my country.
- You buy from me, my name is Yosef.
- Company! Halt!
Rest easy.
Two for one!
Put that canteen away, there, man!
You buy?
All right, let's have some quiet.
As you all know,
this morning's exercise...
involves a frontal assault
on an enemy trench!
The enemy being some gentlemen
from the Light Horse!
Now, these gentlemen...
presumably because their asses
are higher from the ground than ours...
tend to assume airs of superiority!
But they won't have their horses
with them today.
So I want you to go out there
this morning...
and short of actually killing them...
show them the stuff
the Infantry is made of!
Load!
Keep calm and keep steady!
Aim high!
Fire at will!
Fire!
Yosef! Me, Yosef!
- How are you, Frank?
- You bugger!
- What do you men think you're doing?
- We're mates, sir.
This is supposed to be warfare.
All right, break this up over here.
Jolly enthusiastic.
Someone's taken my bloody oranges!
Right, survivors, dress the wounded
and carry them back to the A-post!
Lie down, Arch, come on.
Who killed you?
Well, you can't all be bloody wounded!
Those of you not designated to be dead,
on your feet now!
Who killed you?
Beat it, mate, we're dead.
We're dead, mate, piss off!
- Three!
- Five piasters.
- See you now. Tuesday, 7:00.
- Right.
- Don't forget!
- Bye, boys.
Bye!
Hey, you know what your problem is?
- What?
- The way you start.
- You're wrong, Arch. You're wrong.
- No! No, no.
Crouching makes all the difference.
Harry Lasalles proved that.
Archy, you're wrong.
Now, if you crouch down,
you've got further to go to get up.
Try it. First to the pyramids.
- Okay, you're on.
- Ready?
Set. Go!
We're both...
We're both mad!
No. Maybe if you were brothers.
- But, sir, we...
- I said no.
Sir, we're not taking our horses, sir.
He wouldn't have to ride at all.
Now, look, your own blokes
are going across very soon.
Now why do you want
a transfer, Dunne?
Archy and I are mates, sir.
- That's not good enough.
- We trained together, sir.
- You runners?
- Yes, sir.
- Sprinters?
- Yes, sir.
What's your best time for the 100?
- It's not...
- We both run under 10, don't we, Arch?
That's a coincidence.
Young Lasalles runs under 10.
Well, a fast pair of legs
is never a drawback in any troop.
I'll do what I can.
- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.
Buy the antique.
Antique?
- Antique?
- No.
Billy.
Morning, ladies.
What do you think?
It's all right.
- What's the matter with you blokes?
- Nothing.
Hey, now look, I always wanted
to join the Light Horse.
Infantry not good enough for you, mate?
Well, if that's how you're gonna be,
I'll see you when I see you.
Come off the boil, Snow.
You know Frank.
Yeah, sell his own grandmother
for tuppence...
still talk his way into heaven.
It's just bad luck for mates to split up.
Monsieur Picard.
Telegram, Monsieur Picard.
Message for Major Barton.
Thank you, sir.
Message for Major Barton.
Can you see him? Thank you, sir.
He's just over there.
- Where?
- Just over there.
Run over and give it to him yourself.
Good evening, sir.
Message for Major Hamilton.
There he is over there. I see him.
Hey, you... Evening, sir.
Would you mind telling Dunne
that this is a dance for officers only?
Lasalles, have one or two drinks
before you go.
Sir!
Over there!
North of bay B-700. Douse it.
- Right, douse it!
- Douse it.
...bastards!
Come on, mate, you'll be all right.
- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.
- No smoking, no talking, pass it on.
Good day.
The thing I can't stand about you, mate,
is you're always so bloody cheerful.
Hey, mates, have you got any firewood?
Don't they ever let up?
Gentlemen, Jill, O'Reilly and Duggan,
get over here!
What's for breakfast?
Brown biscuit porridge
and fried bully beef.
Well, if you'd got the bacon
like you promised.
I can't work miracles.
So you're saying there's bacon around?
Well, there is. You just got to give me
some time to learn the ropes, that's all.
Winner take all, mate.
- What do you mean?
- Insurance.
Covers everything except sharks.
Here she comes!
- Look out!
- Down, boys!
My arm! My arm! I'm hit.
- Payment in full.
- Good on you.
Now you're flush, you couldn't lend me
five bob, could you?
- Thanks, mate.
- Thanks, mate.
That's it.
- You got a match?
- Over there.
11:00. Go!
Did you get him?
Have a look for yourself.
Hello, Australia! Look good.
Come closer.
New blokes, are you?
- Here you go.
- No, thanks.
We were all right when we landed...
but the Turks have had us
pinned down here ever since.
You blokes have been brought over
to get ready for a big push.
That's good. We've been here for days
and I haven't seen a Turk yet.
I'm in no hurry.
Dead set, mate, I tell you. I'm sure.
Water bottles! Water bottles. Bottles.
- Go on, give us a smile.
- They came in clear.
Morning, Abdul!
- Bottles? You want a bottle?
- Hey, mate!
- Got a smoke?
- Yeah.
Keep your head down!
Have two.
Got any bacon?
Yeah, but we're a bit short
on the champagne.
Good on you, mate.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah, it is shorter.
Hey, where do you think you're going?
It's a shortcut to the beach, isn't it?
Shortcut to the bloody cemetery.
There you go. What do you reckon?
- Thanks, mate.
- Yeah, right-o, pal.
Hey, keep down.
Righty-o, on my way.
We need some more supplies
over here.
Come on, don't dawdle!
Now you got to be joking.
Here, two mongrels!
Strewth!
Sneddy, you give us a hand
with this, mate?
Come on.
- He doesn't look too fierce to me.
- He's the midget of the family.
Get an eyeful of that.
Crikey!
- Here, take them.
- Sorry, mate, no sale.
- Come on, I'll throw that in.
- No, sorry.
- What's it worth to you, mate?
- The bacon and the flask.
Isn't that a bit rough?
Take it or leave it, mate, I've got to go.
Yeah, I suppose.
That means you, Private Wilson!
I want those men out of the boat!
Hey, Barn! Where are you, Barn?
Bill? Snowy!
- Well we're bound to lose for sure now!
- Frank!
You pack of bastards.
It's good to see you, mate!
We're all together again!
Hey, Arch! Come here, mate,
I've got some blokes for you to meet!
How's your donger, you bloody bugger?
You look like a bloody pirate!
Buggers! Hey, fellows,
I'd like you to meet a mate of mine.
- This is Archy. This here's Barney.
- Hi.
- Billy.
- How's it going?
- This little bloke here, this is Snowy.
- Good day.
- Where are you from?
- Out in the bush.
- Nice to meet you all!
- Has he been talking about us, has he?
You know Frank.
Yeah, he likes to hear
the sound of his own voice.
I reckon I know more about you
than your own mother.
Let's hope so!
What you're telling me, sir,
and correct me if I'm wrong...
is that the infantry attack on Lone Pine...
and our attack on The Nek
are just diversions.
Not just diversions, Major,
vitally important diversions.
Tonight, 25,000 British troops
will land here at Suvla Bay.
Our attacks are to draw the Turks down
on us so the British can get ashore.
Sorry I didn't tell you this before,
secrecy is vital.
But, sir, The Nek is a fortress...
protected by at least five
machine guns at point-blank range.
We've considered that, Barton.
We're gonna hit their trenches...
with the heaviest barrage
of the campaign...
just before your men go over the top.
By the time we've finished here,
there won't be a Turk within miles.
Turks can keep us pinned down
at Anzac forever.
This new British landing
is our only hope.
We must do what we can
to make it succeed.
Because if it does succeed,
we'll have Constantinople in a week...
and knock Turkey out of the war.
- Everything's ready?
- Yes, sir. All the guns are in position.
We'll start the bombardment at dawn
and stop at 0430 sharp.
That's just over 12 hours from now.
"Your name has been selected
at random...
"by the Ladies' Patriotic Auxiliary.
"We hope that this parcel
does its little bit...
"to keep up morale going..."
Have a look at this.
Crikey, looks like they chose
the measurements at random, too.
Some soap, ointment, lavender water.
Talcum powder, Eno's Fruit Salt.
God! The old ducks have sent me
half a chemists' shop.
What's this, a cookbook?
What do they think it is, a picnic?
It's the thought that counts, Frank.
It'd count a bit more
if they could bloody well think.
That does it.
A bloke that fixed my bike
18 months ago...
sends me a bill for seven and six!
- How's the time?
- 4:30.
When are you going over?
- 5:30.
- 5:30.
- Still going for the ridge?
- No.
- What's it called?
- Lone Pine.
- What are you blokes doing?
- We're going for The Nek tomorrow.
- The Nek?
- Yeah.
I reckon the Turks got machine guns
everywhere up there.
Well, ships' guns gonna
knock them out before we go over.
- Like a drink?
- No.
Go on, Snow. The Lord's not gonna
hold it against you.
He turns a blind eye
about an hour before every battle.
He's right.
Hey, you beauty, Snowy.
When are they going?
Right about now.
Serious cases to the tent.
What's the way on?
Slightly wounded over here.
Put him aside.
Down to the tent with that one.
He's an urgent case.
Morphine! We need
some more morphine out here!
All right, mate.
You'll be all right, mate.
You'll be back in Adelaide in no time.
Anybody here seen Billy Lewis?
Barney Wilson? Snow?
Hey, mate, you seen Billy Lewis?
Bill? You all right?
Barney's dead.
He was running alongside of me and...
I thought he just tripped.
You know how clumsy he is.
Snow?
I need some help.
They won't give me any food
or anything to drink.
Why do you reckon that is, Frank?
They know what they're doing, Snow.
We got their butts, Frank.
We took their bloody trenches.
Yeah, Billy said you were a real hero.
Just give my diary to Mum and Dad,
will you?
I just want them to know what I did.
Come across here, tie down.
There's another bleeder for you.
GSW...
Come on, no Turk in his right mind
is gonna waste a bullet on you.
- Get some sleep, mate.
- Yeah.
That's you, mate.
Here's one. You hungry?
Sharp enough for you, sir?
Nine and five-sixteenths, eh?
Kimberley Gift.
You're Archy Hamilton, aren't you?
Excuse me, sir.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna turn you in.
I'm proud to have you with us.
Thank you, sir.
Matter of fact,
I want you as a runner tomorrow.
But, sir, I'd rather fight.
A few extra yards of speed, son,
could save the lives of hundreds of men.
I've come a long way to be in this.
I don't want to miss out now.
I need a runner, Hamilton.
Communications won't last five minutes
once the shelling starts.
Coming through.
You could use Frank.
He's just as fast as I am...
and I'm the one that really
got him into this.
He wanted to start a bike shop.
- Is he scared?
- No, sir.
- Well, just a bit.
- Who isn't, son?
Do you mind?
Dunne, report to Major Barton.
- What the hell for?
- You're off the hook.
He needs a runner. Go on, hop to it.
Can I have your luck? Malish, fate.
Well, see you when I see you.
Not if I see you first.
Fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets, first wave.
First wave, fix bayonets.
First wave, fix bayonets.
Fix bayonets!
Keep your heads down!
Fire!
I know you still haven't forgiven me
for running off.
But I'm sure in my own mind
that I was right.
And so would you
if you were here with me now.
We're getting ready to make
an all-out assault on Johnny Turk...
and we know we're gonna give a good
account of ourselves and our country.
Everyone is terribly excited.
There's a feeling that
we're all involved in an adventure...
that's somehow larger than life.
Cease fire!
Cease fire!
Jesus!
Shouldn't have stopped yet,
should it, sir?
There's still seven minutes to go.
Maybe they're luring the Turks back...
to the trenches
to give them a final burst.
Dunne, get on to headquarters,
find out what's happening.
- What's happened?
- Damned if I know.
You best send us now.
If the Turks get back into the trenches,
we'll be cut to pieces.
Just hang on.
They might give a final burst.
They're going back
into the trenches, sir.
- Colonel Robinson.
- Barton, sir.
Barton, I don't care
what your watches say.
Mine says they should have gone
three minutes ago. So send them.
Sir, do you know
they're back in the trenches?
I know that, Barton,
and I still say you must go.
Steady, lads. Look to your front, boys.
Yes, sir.
- It's too late, I think.
- It's too late.
We go ahead, as planned.
Come on, lads. Unload your rifles.
Nothing up the spout,
we're going in with the bayonets.
No bullets. Unload!
Nothing up the spout!
We're going in with the bayonets.
Steady, lads. Wait for it!
Come on, lads!
Get ready, second wave!
Leave the wounded
and get up to the wall!
Come on, get up, mate.
Les.
- Stick with me, mate.
- You're right.
Second wave, get ready.
Leave the wounded
and get up to the wall.
- Come on, boys, face to the wall!
- Face to the wall!
Steady, lads, look to your front.
Third wave, take positions.
I'm not sending any more men
out into that.
Come on, boys!
Third wave, get up to the wall.
What's happening out there,
Lieutenant?
It's all pretty confusing
at the moment, sir.
Has it been a success or hasn't it?
Well, it's hard to say, sir.
There was a report
that one of our marker flags...
was seen in the enemy trench.
- Mark... Flag...
- Hello?
Hello? Hello, sir?
Hello? Hello?
- Damn! Dunne...
- Third wave, take up your positions.
Come on, boys.
Stretcher-bearers,
get me some stretcher-bearers.
- Line cut?
- Yes, sir.
- Take that to the Colonel.
- Yes, sir.
I've said it to you lads before,
now face the wall!
Gangway! Urgent message.
Colonel Robinson, urgent message.
Two more men in here, quickly.
Third wave, fix your bayonets!
No bullets! Bayonets only!
Tell Major Barton
the attack must proceed.
Sir, I don't think you got the picture.
They're being cut down
before they can get to five yards.
Bloody line. Our marker flags
have been seen in the Turkish trenches.
The attack must continue at all costs.
I repeat, the attack must proceed.
Steady. Steady, lads.
Okay, come on. Get up for a minute.
Marker flags?
Who told you there were marker flags?
I heard someone say
they'd seen one, sir.
- Who? Who?
- I'm not sure, sir.
Gray, you bloody idiot.
Nobody got further than 10 yards.
Why don't you go
above Robinson's head, sir?
General Gardner. Go like the wind.
Message for GHQ!
Message for GHQ! Urgent message!
Pick it up! That a boy, run!
It does sound pointless to go on.
On the other hand...
Excuse me, sir.
British are ashore at Suvla.
- Are they meeting heavy opposition?
- None, sir.
Apparently, they've called a halt...
and the officers are sitting on the beach
drinking cups of tea.
Tell Major Barton the attack is...
Just tell him that I'm reconsidering
the whole situation.
Yes, sir.
They're not going to make us go,
are they?
No, there's no point.
Those men should have gone, Barton.
Marker flags have been seen.
Not by me, sir.
I've asked for confirmation
from General Gardner.
Your orders are to attack
and you'll do so immediately.
The British at Suvla must be allowed
to get ashore. Is that clear?
You are to push on.
It's cold-blooded murder.
I said push on.
Right, sir.
Can't ask the men to do
what I wouldn't do myself.
All right, men, we're going.
I want you all to remember who you are.
You're the 10th Light Horse!
Men from Western Australia.
Don't forget it.
Good luck.
- Good luck, sir.
- You, too.
"Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
"I shall fear no evil: For Thou art with me
"thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
"my cup runneth over"
What are your legs? Springs.
Steel springs.
What are they gonna do?
They're going to hurl me down the track.
How fast can you run?
As fast as a leopard.
How fast are you gonna run?
As fast as a leopard.
Then let's see you do it.
Gangway! Gangway! Urgent message!
Gangway!