Gallipoli (2015) s01e01 Episode Script

1 What did I know about war? I was 17 years old.
I joined up for the same reason as everyone else - for the King and the Empire.
To do my bit.
They said it'd be an adventure.
It was the right thing to do.
My brother Bevan and I signed up to fight Germans.
But here I was in a little boat about to invade a country I'd never heard of.
And now, at dawn on that first day, the King, the Empire, and doing the right thing seemed a long way off.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God - Come on, put a sock in it.
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pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Ugh! Steady.
Steady.
That's against orders.
They said bayonets only.
Shut up, Tolly.
Now! Forward! Come on, son, get up! Come on, you men! Quickly! This way! Get off the boat now! - Go! Go! Go! Follow me! -Advance with me! - Advance with me, men! -Arggh! C'mon, men! Keep moving! Drop your packs, men.
Fix bayonets.
- Move forward! - Get down! -Where's the 'gentle' slope? - Get down.
-Drop your packs! Men, fix bayonets! - Fix bayonets! -Fix bayonets! Alright.
Follow me! Move behind me! - Fuck.
-Keep going! Come on! - Come on.
-Tolly! What are you doing, Tolly? Stay with us! He's dead, Tolly.
We have to leave him.
Leave him! - Onwards! -With me! Get to that line and keep going.
--Put your bayonet on.
- You right? -Yeah, mate.
- Follow me.
-Advance with me, chaps.
Come on, men! We were told to move inland and march on Constantinople.
--Yes! There was no slaughter on the beach, just scattered Turkish sentries firing down on us.
Come on, men! All you men, keep coming.
Let's go up through here.
- Sergeant? - It's going well, Captain Taylor.
At least we're moving forward.
That high ground up there - that's the objective.
Right, sir.
Keep moving forward.
Let's go.
Come on.
- Move, move, move! -Come on, son, get up.
- Get up.
Son, get up! -Come on, men, with me! - Come on, men! -Get up! - Come on, lads! It was in the hills, beyond the beach, where it all began.
This was bastard country.
Not the sort of place an army would invade on purpose.
But what did I know? Come on, men! Come on, let's pick it up! Pick it up, men! Follow me, men! - Ahh! - Ugh! Ahh! Allah Allah Allah --Ahh! --Advance with me! Advance with me! Number eight platoon, deploy at 50 yards! General Hamilton? - Braith.
-Sir.
The Australians have landed and they're on the move.
Excellent.
We'll be able to see what they're capable of.
The first blow is half the battle, Braithwaite.
Don't forget that.
They're waiting for you inside, General.
History, Braith.
We're about to write it.
The Greeks and Trojans will be here forever and now it's our turn.
Yes, sir.
- Ugh! Cliffy, flank them from that direction! Guys, hold your fire! - Come on! Ugh! Get back! Come on! Come on! - Move! Jesus, Cliffy.
- Come on, Cliffy! -Advance in fours and cross the line! Go! Go! Go! Come on! --Advance! Pick it up, men.
--Come on, pick it up.
Pick it up.
- Take cover! -Take cover! --Fuck! Have you seen Tolly? - No.
-No.
- Bevan! - Ugh! Officer's down at the front! Bevan.
Jeez, Tol, where've you been? Nowhere.
You gotta stay with us, Tolly.
I promised Mum.
Are you alright? Bugger this.
Who wants to go back to the beach for a swim? - There's an idea.
-Should we take a vote? - Yeah.
-Alright.
All in favour of going to the beach to swim, say aye.
- Aye! - Right.
It's unanimous, then.
- Everyone ready? -Yeah.
And you? Go! Come on, gents! Get down! Get down! Bev! Wait for me! It's alright.
Alright.
Answer me! Come on, you bastards! Ugh! Mr Tolly.
We've got news.
Bevan's signed up for the war.
Your brother's going to be a soldier.
Aren't you proud? Tolly! - Ah! - Tolly! - Come here, Celia.
- Bevan, stop! Help me! - Come on.
- You can't get me, I'm protected now.
See ya.
Come on, I'll take you home.
Tolly! Come on, Tol! Tolly! Come on, Tol! Do we know if Birdwood's still doing well with the Anzacs at Gaba Tepe? What do we have on that? The landing up there was highly successful, sir.
I'm aware of that - things looked fine from out on deck.
But this was two hours ago.
Last report, the Australians and New Zealanders were moving inland.
Excellent.
Now, down south here with Hunter-Weston.
Do we know what's happening? Looked like a damn mess out there to me.
He's on board the 'Euryalus', sir.
We've no way of knowing.
Well, this can't continue.
I don't want the Hampshire Regiment wiped out completely.
The Munster Fusiliers - I want them off V Beach and re-landed on Y Beach.
Sir, is that sound? Should we barge into Hunter-Weston's invasion plans? He is executive commander at Cape Helles.
You think I should not force his hand, is that it? Very well.
Damn shame - they're having a hellish time of it.
Unlike the colonials, sir.
They have the simple matter of marching overland.
--C Company, forward! We're here.
We must be.
Are you sure? 'Cause I don't think so.
This is way off.
We're supposed to take 15 minutes to get to here.
Well, it's gonna take two hours, Captain.
If we're lucky.
Bloody hopeless.
We have to go back.
- We retrace our steps -If we do that we'll get caught.
They've got us from both sides.
- There's no other way.
-Ahh! -Right! Make your way fast down this side as best you can! Get back to the beach, Sergeant, report where we're headed.
Recruit as many men and stretcher bearers as you can and bring them along down there.
Come on, get moving.
Private, move! Fall back behind me! Fall back! Come on! Quick, men! The terrain's causing a lot of confusion, sir.
And the enemy? He has gun batteries and machine guns here, here and here.
We're moving troops to our right to take this ridge.
So if we keep him to our right we can move up this valley.
Are we doing that? I believe some men are moving for the heights, sir.
- Communications are fragmentary.
-You believe? We need to know what's happening up there.
How are you getting this information? Wounded men mostly, sir.
They're questioned as soon as they arrive on the beach.
- Wounded? Many of them? -Quite a few, I'm afraid.
- The medical staff -Well, then.
Casualties means we've engaged them at least.
This is good.
By mid-morning, the terrain was doing more damage than the Turks.
On all the ridges, hardly anyone was where they should have been.
Captain Taylor was doing his best to follow orders and all we could do was follow him.
One section - Turkish position 100 yards to your front.
One round.
Fire.
Get down! Where the hell did you come from? Dunno, sir.
We were told to move inland.
Who's your commanding officer? Lieutenant Cowper.
He's dead.
Alright, fall in with these men.
Come on, lads.
Sir! I have orders from the beach.
So what do we have? It's in bad order down there, sir.
They seem to focus on the ridge to our right.
Orders are just to keep on to occupy the heights.
And these men are all they could spare? No, sir, I ran into them on the way up.
They were lost.
Right, lads, keep moving with me.
You signed.
Didn't you? Mum Whatever were you thinking? It's always the same! --Don't do this to me, Tolly! - You -Mum, please.
- Mum.
Mum.
-Damn you, Tolly.
Damn you.
No.
Ah! Stop.
Advance with me.
Advance with me, men! Johnson, come on, son.
Two section - 100 yards to your front.
Five rounds.
Go on! Still retreating.
It means their reinforcements haven't arrived yet.
We have to secure that hill before they get here.
--Bloody good.
- Oh, they're scared.
- We got 'em on the run.
Hold.
Yes, sir.
Give them a breather, then we'll proceed.
The further we got up the heights, the more it felt like war.
A lot of blokes were dead.
The Turks were above us.
I could hear other Anzacs not too far away on the ridges to the east.
No-one knew how this was gonna end.
Lie down.
Senior officers.
Means those reinforcements aren't far off.
That's the hill we want.
Have the men entrench here as quickly as possible.
Yes, sir.
You could recognise this hill on a map? I think so, yep.
We're obviously way forward of everyone else.
Get back down to the beach again on the double.
Tell them we need urgent reinforcements.
OK.
Alright, one section, go over to your right- start entrenching.
Two section over to your left and start digging.
Ammunition's on its way up.
- And water.
-And water.
Get digging! You four, with me.
I'd only been a fighting soldier for five hours.
But it felt like a mess to me.
Senior officer.
300 yards.
Who can take this shot? I couldn't get him from here, Tolly.
Back! Back! Back! - Come on, Tol! With me! With me, please! Move forwards! Come on, lads! --Ohh! Where are you, you sneaky bugger? Sir.
Back again, Sergeant.
This is hardly your role.
Why aren't you using runners? Captain Taylor decided we'd have more certainty this way, sir.
Well done, Sergeant.
Thought you could run faster, is that it? - That's right, sir.
- Well? Come on.
- May I? From the beach to this point, this is the dead end I pointed out last time.
So Captain Taylor has moved from down here up to this hill where he's digging in.
Who's he with? How many companies? It's hard to say, sir.
We lost men to the scrub and the valleys.
The company structure's broken down, sir.
We've just been collecting men the best we can.
What's the size of Taylor's force, then? About 60 men.
60?! Be damned! We need to get more men up there! - Right.
-Get back there immediately.
We send what we can, but tell him he must hold that position.
Yes, sir.
Sixty men.
It puts our troubles to the right in perspective.
Those heights are critical.
Now we're there, we must hold on.
Company, stand to! One platoon, five rounds rapid! Fire! One platoon, fall back! Fall back! I thought he'd never ask! Company, pull back! Pull back! Ahh! --Ahh! Fall back! Fall back! Company, re-form on me! Re-form on me! - They've stopped! Oh, they're bastards.
They're Turks.
NCOs, check ammunition and report back to me! Do you think we scared them, sir? No.
He wants to do us one hill at a time.
- Charles Bean? -Yes.
I watched the landing.
It's a little far north.
Wherever it is, sir, it's all we've got.
I'm to present myself to General Bridges.
I believe he's here somewhere, sir.
What do you mean 'somewhere? Aren't you the landing officer? Someone said he's gone down past the beach to check on communications, but I can't confirm that.
You're on your own, I'm afraid, sir.
Where's Mr Bartlett? I was told to expect two reporters.
He's still on a ship.
He'll be coming later.
- Is this all your luggage? -Of course.
I'll have your man collect it.
This way, sir.
Bartlett.
My God! Donald! Only a damn lieutenant.
I'll have to have a chat with the Admiral.
And only a reporter.
Where the novel? I'm far too busy to write a novel.
Bumped into a chap looking for you with this.
- From London.
-Ah! Yes, about time.
I hope it's good news.
"Under no circumsta" Damn.
- What? -Expenses.
I wanted to rent a yacht.
Sail it up and down the coast, kit it out with some servants, of course - chefor two.
- Fine idea, don't you think? -And they knocked you back.
- Quelle surprise.
-Mmm.
Shouldn't you be ashore then? I was here three years ago - with the Turks, when the Bulgarians chased them out of Europe.
Cholera and shrapnel - devastating combination.
Spent some time in Constantinople, where I got my palm read by a fortune teller.
- And? -Apparently I'm all but invincible.
I could've told her that.
Coward.
You alright, son? Where are you off to? - You alright? -I don't know.
- Where's your weapon? -I don't know.
Are you wounded? Are you wounded? - No.
-Alright.
Grab that weapon there and follow me.
Do you understand? Look at me, lad.
Do you understand? - Yes.
-Yeah? Alright, let's go.
Ever think we'd be soldiers in the army together? I never thought I'd be in a war.
Me too.
This isn't what I figured.
What did you figure? I don't know.
I didn't think I'd be killing blokes trying to surrender.
Anyway, they did the same.
- Bastards.
I'll look after you, but.
Yeah.
I know.
You're gonna be my best man.
I can't find Cliffy.
- When did you last see him? -Uh, back up the hill.
- He was right with us.
-He's gotta be here somewhere.
No, he's gone.
Shit.
Hey, you blokes, have you seen Cliffy Sutton? - No.
-No.
Hey, you blokes God, Harry, you're all in.
Sit down.
Thank you.
- Get some of that into you.
-Thank you, sir.
So what's the news? It's not real good, sir.
What have they got in mind, Sergeant? We're to hold that hill.
- So -Don't think about it, Tolly.
He'll turn up.
You know what he's like.
Here, what's happened to this fella? There's not a mark on him.
Strange.
Got ablast injury or something? Maybe not.
- Why is he dead? -Who knows, Tol.
It was his turn.
Grab his arms.
Come on.
Stop thinking about Cliffy.
Come on.
I couldn't - me and Cliffy were mates.
He was a simple bloke.
And some of the others made fun of him, but he always looked out for me.
Dave came to the war from university.
He knew a lot of stuff I didn't.
He was a smart bloke, so I tried hard to believe him.
My brother, Bevan, was like a bull at a gate.
Oi, you blokes, you seen Cliffy Sutton? - No.
-Hey, you - no? Sure? He just wanted to fix things, even if he didn't know how.
--Reinforcements on their way.
- Sir.
-Don't salute me, you idiot.
You want to get me shot? Where are the rest of your men? - Sir? -And ammunition.
Where's the ammunition? I wasn't told anything of ammunition, sir.
We're nearly out.
Your orders were to resupply us.
Mymy orders were to move inland, sir.
Move inland? And do bloody what? Isn't anyone thinking? How are we expected to take - Sergeant! -Right, sir.
- And water! -Right, sir.
The Turks will have more reinforcements on the way.
I'll have to move now with what I've got.
Get your men into the line.
Stand left.
- Alright, Abdul -Move it! we know you can take a hill.
Let's see how good you are at keeping one.
- Follow me! - Charge! Come on! Over, over! Over! Come on, move it! In two sections! Cease firing! One section, to your front, one round! Fire! Occupy those fallen pits.
They'll be back! Sir Now it's in the timing.
Who gets here first- that damn Turk up there or Perceval and his ammunition.
Lead, kindly light Amidst the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on The night is dark And I am far from home Lead Thou me on Keep Thou my feet I do not ask to see The distant scene One step enough For me.
Why are you stretcher bearers sitting down? They're exhausted, Sarge.
They just got back from up in the hills.
On your feet if you don't mind, gents.
Son, have a look where I'm pointing.
I need you to make your way up along this main valley.
All the way to the top and on the left.
You see where I'm pointing? Do you understand? Go.
- Give it to 'em, Sarge.
-Cliffy.
We should take a look at that shoulder of yours.
Do that later.
Have some water, son.
- Thanks, cobber.
-Where do you think you're going? I'm going to Constantinople, mate.
Hunter-Weston's men ashore consolidating.
Birdwood and his Anzacs in the hills, gentlemen.
It's the Balkans all over - the Turk doesn't know what's hit him.
He has more at his disposal this time, though, sir.
Hardly matters at all.
He's not a good fighter.
Never has been.
No, indeed.
Strange, the enemy - phantom till you look 'em in the eyes.
The evil man on the stair.
On the stair? On.
"As I was going up the stair "I met a man who wasn't there.
"He wasn't there again today.
"Oh, how I wish he'd go away.
" Go away indeed.
The heights today, Constantinople tomorrow, eh? - Well, hardly, sir.
-Hyperbole, Braith.
One must learn to think beyond the obvious.
The obvious is what we have before us, General.
Perhaps it's best to deal with that first.
Yes, of course.
Everything in its proper place.
By God, I'll box his ears.
Spread out! Spread out! Platoon, fall back! Fall back! - Platoon! Platoon! No! - Move it, move it! - Quickly! Fall back! Fall back! Now they've got my hill, they'll keep coming.
- Where's that ammunition? Are our flanks tied in? Yes, sir.
How many rounds per man? About 20, sir.
-20? -Yes, sir.
- Come on, men! Doesn't look good.
- What? -Look at him.
He's gonna win the war all by himself.
What do you mean? He's a good soldier, Dave.
He knows what he's doing.
No-one on this hill knows what they're doing, Bev, if you haven't noticed.
He's gonna get us all killed.
He's doing what he's supposed to be doing.
Well, he's enjoying it a little too much for my liking.
No-one's enjoying it, Dave.
You reckon? - Ammunition, sir.
-At last.
Distribute to all the men immediately.
Ohh! - Hey, cobbers.
-Jeez, Cliffy.
--Shit! - What are you doing? -I'm winning the war, mate.
What happened to ya? The bullet, it went in here and come out here.
--I never felt a thing.
Quite nice actually - went down to the beach.
- I even had a swim.
-No, you didn't.
I bloody did.
Nah, I didn't.
I wish I did but So what've you blokes been doing? Sitting on your bony arse by the looks.
What's wrong, little Tol? You alright? - Hey? You OK? You're alright.
You haven't got any camel dung? - No.
-No? Order the men to stand to - we're going back up there.
- We're running out of time.
-Yes, sir.
You won't get near, I reckon.
Have a look where they are.
Maybe we should just hold them off.
Be buggered, Perceval.
I'm gonna shoot that bloody Turk.
General Birdwood.
Welcome, sir.
Gentlemen.
Commander sends his compliments.
We know the situation on the right.
What we need to know is exactly what's happening up that valley.
It's confused at the moment, sir.
Has anyone gone up to have a proper look? -It's in hand, sir.
-So it should be.
The problem is we don't know with any precision what's happening on our own front.
We're hemmed in on the right.
So, gentlemen, what we need is a break-out.
I'm sure you can find a solution.
- Birdy's happy enough.
-I don't know why.
Andhe shouldn't be leaving.
General Birdwood, sir.
Godley, thank you so much.
And all the very best to you.
To you too, sir.
One minute - you're going in one minute! You are to follow your captain over that hill.
Do not turn back.
Get your eyes forward, Private.
One minute! Every second we're here, the Turks are getting stronger up there.
I thought you were dead.
I am, Tolly.
Come back to getcha.
You better watch out.
Right, then! Let's show these Turks what --Oh.
Oh, shit! Follow me! Move! Come on! But I thought you said we'd lost that hill.
We did, sir.
But we retook it.
- A third time? -No, sir, it'd be the fourth time.
- Good.
-We've lost it again.
Now the Turks have got control here, here and here.
And they still hold the heights.
Right.
Damn! So what's Taylor proposing? Captain Taylor was shot, sir, just before our last occupation on this hill here.
So who are you reporting to, Sergeant? - Lieutenant Chandler, sir.
- A lieutenant?! What? Sir, a lot of officers are gone - the snipers know their insignia.
So, do you think he can hold? Probably not, sir.
And this is your story too, Prior? It is, sir.
We couldn't hold - they had overwhelming force.
- Sir - That is all, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
A broken line, no artillery, little communication, severe casualties.
- Birdwood needs to know this.
- No.
We need Birdwood back here.
They won't come at us now.
They've gotta be as buggered as we are.
They're probably not, you know.
Yeah, they figure they're winning.
- Oh, makes a difference.
-Yeah.
Have a look at this.
It's gonna bloody rain now.
Good luck, Thomas.
See you when you get back.
- Alright.
-Good luck, Tolly.
See you.
Beautiful dreamer Wake unto me Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee Sounds of the rude world heard in the day Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away Gone are the cares of life's busy throng Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me Beautiful dreamer Awake unto me.
Company, to the front- rapid fire! --Go on! When I was a little kid, I was taught thou shalt not kill.
But once you start --Ugh! everything you've been taught to believe just disappears.
No large batteries out there yet.
Seems they're not fully prepared.
They'll have them there soon enough, John.
And they'll open up on you, no doubt.
And so will I, sir.
- So will I.
Hunter-Weston'll have to make another push early.
Quite.
He needs to get off those damn beaches, that's what he needs to do now.
Although I'm not sure about early - Weston's strictly a protocol man.
He'll attack at 10:00 or so, a civilised time.
I rather think the Turks will be ready for them by then.
But that's no matter, he knows what he's doing.
He's kept himself on the 'Euryalus', Braith? - Yes.
-He hasn't gone ashore? - No, sir.
-Perhaps he ought to.
Birdwood's on his way ashore a second time with his Anzacs - I applaud that.
Birdy puts himself in the thick of it.
And is it all going well for him? Well, I'm presuming so, John, in the absence of anything to the contrary.
Thank you, Peterson.
General Birdwood, thanks for coming back, sir.
We're getting some pretty uncomfortable reports from the hills.
- Yes? -Our right flank.
It's not good.
We're pinned down there, can't advance.
And we've lost the heights.
The officers are advising withdrawal.
Are they? And what do you recommend? It galls me to say it, sir, but our position's critical.
We can't break out.
- Godley? -The men are exhausted, sir.
Unfortunately we have to abandon this altogether.
We won't be able to hold if the Turks attack in the morning.
Which they will, no bloody doubt.
Walker? I disagree.
Fully.
We've established a line.
We've landed 15,000 men and they've fought well.
They might have, Walker, but that's academic.
We don't have the strength or position to repel them in the morning when they come.
- Who's to say? - I'm saying, dammit.
With respect, your saying means nothing.
What counts is the ability of our men up there.
- I beg your pardon.
-You're wrong, Bill.
Let me remind you, Walker, of my seniority.
I'm recommending disembarkation.
- And if you so much as -Enough, gentlemen.
Please.
I agree with Walker.
We've come this far, I don't want to withdraw - on principle.
- Sir -However.
I'll advise the Commander of your concerns.
Make way, Private.
- Mr Ashmead-Bartlett.
-Yes.
Welcome.
We thought we'd see you earlier.
I've been busy watching from offshore.
Not as busy as you.
Charles Bean's here? He arrived earlier today.
But he's gone off the beach.
- The press corps tent's down there.
-Won't be necessary.
I'm just here for a first look, then back to the ship.
- Fine, sir.
Good evening.
-Good evening.
Excuse me.
Why haven't these men been evacuated? The hospital ships are all full, sir.
We've been told there's no chance till sometime tomorrow.
Tomorrow? And have you been told by what miracle more ships will suddenly appear? - No, sir.
-Because there aren't any.
I probably figured that, sir.
It's a damn shame.
How do you do, General? How do you do, Bartlett? How did you come ashore? Take your boat back and deliver this.
It's of the utmost priority.
Certainly, sir.
So, where are we headed, sir? I'm not sure.
Let's get back to the 'Queen' - gotta disembark these poor sods.
Thank you, Bartlett.
How are things with the Anzacs at Gaba Tepe? Well, umI'm not privy to the details, sir.
But Yes? Well, if you're asking me, preparation time, troop numbers - Hamilton needs more of both if this is going to be a success.
A general, Bartlett, is like a tenant farmer - he works with what he's been given.
Precisely.
But my point remains, sir.
You're welcome to stay on board tonight.
I'll have more boats landing again tomorrow.
If there is a tomorrow.
I hate these bastards! I hate this bastard place! I hate the generals.
And I hate you! You bastard! - They just keep coming! -Shut up and shoot! Sir Ian.
Sir Ian.
Sir Ian.
Sir Ian? Yes.
Braith.
What is it? It's a matter of life and death, sir.
You've got to come and settle it.
What is it? This from Birdwood.
"Most serious, but if we are to re-embark "it must be done at once.
" Re-embark? Birdwood's generals want to abandon the Anzac position altogether? - When did you get this? -Thirty minutes ago.
I've given the order for all boats to stand by to evacuate.
Admiral.
Withdrawal? It can be done.
But it sticks in the craw.
Aye.
It does.
Thursby? It'll take the best part of three days to get them all off.
And where are the Turks? On top of them, sir.
Well, then there we are.
To Lieutenant-General Birdwood, Australia and New Zealand Army Corps.
Your news is indeed serious.
But there is nothing for you to do but dig right in and stick it out.
- Eh, Braith? -Absolutely, sir.
It will take at least two days to re-embark you, which Admiral Thursby will explain to you.
Down the coast, Hunter-Weston, despite his heavy losses, will be advancing tomorrow, which should divert pressure from you.
Make a personal appeal to your men and to Godley's to make a supreme effort to hold their ground.
Signed, Ian Hamilton.
P.
S.
- You have got through the difficult business and now all you have to do is dig, dig, dig until you are safe.
So, gentlemen, not quite the reply we expected.
He's right of course - to go back is probably more dangerous than to go forward.
So it's a fait accompli.
Nothing more to be done.
Except get this message somehow to the line.
We must let the men know that there'll be no falling back.
"Dig, dig, dig until you are safe.
" A strange order from an OC.
Hardly our business, Walker.
I don't question the order, Bill, I simply note that it's not Gentlemen, I remind you - time is running out.
The Turks are well-advanced.
Utilise whatever communications we have.
We must start entrenching.
Yes, sir.
--Hey, hey! Please, son! Please, please, please! Could you just hold his chin just for a moment? - Yeah.
Get your fingers under his jaw there.
Here, push his tongue up.
That's good, son, push hard - keep his tongue forward or he'll choke.
That's good.
Try to stop this bleeding.
- It won't stop! - Ugh! -Oh, shit! Shit! Here, here, give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Hold.
Tolly! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
-Ahh! -Tolly! Stay there! I'm alright! And there is day one.
War is such a blasted business.
The first blow is half the battle, sir.
Don't forget that.
Indeed.
Hmm.
- Would you like a whisky, sir? - Mmm.
- Goodnight, sir.
-Goodnight, Braith.
That first day was like a dream, full of loose ends and misunderstandings.
Men who landed on the beach went up into the gullies and ravines of Gallipoli and were never seen again.
- Fuck! - I'd like to go home now.
I'd heard there'd been wars here before.
I don't know what it was like for them.
It didn't matter much.
Tolly! This was our war now.
There'd be time to think about the ghosts later.
- Tolly! I'm alright! I'm alright.
We dug in on that hill in the dark.
And that first day was as far as we ever got.