"Keep moving!" "That high ground up there, that's the objective." "Right, sir." "Keep moving forward." "Let's go." "Come on!" "Move, move, move!" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Oh, Jesus, Cliffy!" "Sir, the Australians have landed and they're on the move." "History, Braith." "We're about to write it." "(YELLING)" "Fall back!" "Fall back!" "I thought he'd never ask!" "Bugger this." "Who wants to go back to the beach for a swim?" "You've got to stay with us." "I promised Mum." "Don't do this to me, Tolly!" "I'll look after you, but." "Yeah, I know." "Tolly!" "Come here, Celia!" "You're gonna be my best man." "Let's show these Turks..." "Do you think he can hold?" "Probably not, sir." "Charles Bean?" "Yes." "Where's Mr Bartlett?" "I was told to expect two reporters." "The officers are advising withdrawal." "Birdwood's generals want to abandon the ANZAC position altogether." "Where are the Turks?" "On top of them, sir." "(YELLING AND GUNFIRE)" "They just keep coming!" "Shut up and shoot!" "Your news is indeed serious, but there is nothing for you to do but dig right in and stick it out." "Tolly!" "I'm alright!" "(RAIN PATTERS)" "(BELLBIRDS CHIRP)" "(GIRL LAUGHS)" "(MAN SHOUTS) Stand down!" "Stand down!" "TOLLY:" "A month after arriving, we were dug in... ..clinging to the side of what we now called Monash Valley." "The Turks were dug in too, just across from us, in some places only a cricket pitch away." "You could chuck a rock and hit them." "These trenches snaked for miles along the ridges." "The campaign was now something it was never meant to be." "Gallipoli had become a siege." "(THEME MUSIC)" "(HORSE NEIGHS)" "Unlike anything I imagined from the maps, Birdy." "Yes." "Bloody unclimbable, I would have said." "We saw some young fellows bathing under fire on the beach." "Extraordinary." "(LAUGHTER)" "Oh, Bartlett." "General?" "Some of your dispatches have created quite the stir." "I hear from the censor you're trying him on." "Well, I'm a journalist, sir." "I report what I see." "Just remember whose side you're on, Bartlett." "So, shall we go inside, gentlemen?" "Keep it up and nothing of yours will leave here." "You've been warned." "So it seems." "BEVAN:" "Yeah, they went into villages, raped all the women." "Killed babies." "Stabbed babies." "On bayonets." "That was the Germans, Bev." "We're fighting Turks." "So what?" "They're on the same side." "Turks'd do that if they could." "Says who?" "Mate, they cut your balls off and stick them in your mouth." "You're a drongo, Cliff." "No, it's dinky-di." "Yeah, someone said they did that up at Lone Pine." "Who said that?" "DAVE:" "It's bullshit, Tol." "Don't listen to them." "(DISTANT EXPLOSION)" "MAN 1:" "Make way." "We've got General Bridges." "MAN 2:" "Make way, lads." "Make way, lads!" "MAN 1:" "We've got General Bridges." "Make way." "They even kill generals now." "Make way!" "Yeah." "We're dead." "Shut up, Dave." "I heard they got reinforcements coming from everywhere." "How many more?" "Johnno Downey said 40,000 of them." "Johnno Downey wouldn't know his bum from a hole in the ground." "Yeah, well, we know they're there and we know they're coming at us, right?" "CLIFFY:" "And they're more pissed off now." "BEVAN:" "And better prepared." "Got a whole bloody country full of blokes." "An endless supply." "Yeah." "There was a young man from Madras... ..whose balls were made out of brass." "In stormy weather, they clanged together... ..and sparks flew out of his arse." "(CHUCKLES)" "Hey, Tolly... (FARTS AND SNORTS)" "(LAUGHTER)" "CLIFFY:" "We'll be right, boys." "(LAUGHTER)" "Oh!" "(BELL RINGS)" "Aerial reconnaissance confirms that Turkish reinforcements are amassing around Anzac, sir." "So, when's Birdwood expecting the attack?" "Any moment now, sir." "Excellent!" "This could be just the thing." "How so?" "Counterattack, Braith." "This could be Birdy's big break-out chance." "Yes, they're deploying here along the whole line." "So, our front line." "They now have double our forces?" "Almost." "Gentlemen, advise your cos to prepare for a major attack on the entire line." "MAN:" "We're moving now!" "Right, company, follow me!" "(MEN SPEAK TURKISH)" "Hey, Tol." "This is the little bugger." "Tol, this is Celia." "Hello, Thomas." "(CHUCKLES)" "Hello, Celia." "You alright, Tol?" "Yeah." "What's wrong, mate?" "20,000 of us." "40,000 of them." "Yeah." "Can anyone do arithmetic?" "TOLLY:" "Battle is terrifying, but waiting for battle is worse." "You know there's a lot of blokes with you but it's a time when you feel most alone." "A lot of men will be dead soon." "(YELLING)" "You just hope you're not one of them." "MAN:" "Attack!" "(GUNSHOT)" "PERCEVAL:" "Stand to!" "At the ready, face your front!" "(GUNFIRE)" "(DISTANT SCREAMING AND YELLING)" "(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)" "(TURKISH MILITARY BAND PLAYS)" "What is that?" "!" "(BAND CONTINUES PLAYING)" "(MEN YELL)" "Company, infantry at your front!" "Rapid fire!" "Go on!" "(RAPID GUNFIRE AND YELLING)" "(YELLING)" "TOLLY:" "Dave." "DAVE:" "I'm alright." "I'm alright." "(GUNFIRE)" "MAN:" "What do you think of this?" "!" "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(GUNFIRE DIES DOWN)" "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(TURKISH MEN YELL)" "Here they come again!" "Arggh!" "No, we've lost communication with Quinn's and Courtney's." "Wounded men report they were overrun at Courtney's Post, but managed to regain." "Further south?" "Same story, sir." "We've held them off." "Here." "Major New Zealand counteroffensive at the Nek." "And the result of that?" "We don't know yet, sir." "They wanted an attack under darkness, and it's failed." "They won't continue in daylight." "Ugh!" "TOLLY:" "Through the night and into the day they kept coming." "I must have fired hundreds of rounds." "The stock of my rifle was hot to touch." "What they were doing was suicide." "I wonder if they had a choice." "(VOLLEY OF GUNFIRE)" "Watch out, Cliffy, watch out!" "Right, that gun." "With cover, any of you blokes think you can charge it?" "I'll give it a burl, Sarge." "Reckon I can get there real quick." "What?" "!" "No!" "OK, lads, come with me." "Bloody hell!" "Here's what we're gonna do." "We'll cover you till you get to the ditch's edge, understand?" "Yeah." "You men on the flanks, I need you to throw bombs." "The rest provide cover until he gets there." "Clear?" "Yes, Sergeant." "Alright." "Throw the bombs." "Go!" "Fire." "Let's go!" "Go, son, go!" "Ugh!" "Bloody hell!" "Tolly!" "What are you doing, Tol?" "!" "(YELLING)" "Tolly!" "Turn around!" "Come on, Tol." "Let's go." "Come on!" "Well, bugger me!" "(WOUNDED CRY OUT)" "TOLLY:" "The attacks ended around midday." "We'd lost men, but they lost a lot more." "Before this assault, the trenches were connected by dirt and scrub and wildflowers." "Now they were connected by corpses, flies and the foul stench of death." "CLIFFY:" "So, are you going home now, are you?" "Shut up!" "Is your mum gonna come and pick you up?" "Sprain your ankle in a football game, Bev?" "Go to blazes." "You're a wounded Aussie hero, Bev." "Fair dinkum!" "(LAUGHS)" "What are you smiling at?" "Eh?" "(CHUCKLES)" "Oh, did Dave tell you about that bloke he got for you?" "What bloke?" "Tol, you were dead, mate." "Dead." "This Turk come up behind you and Dave got him." "Just in time." "Yeah, well..." "It's the first person I've ever shot." "Huh?" "We've been shooting blokes for nearly a month." "Not me." "So..." "ASHMEAD-BARTLETT:" "But, General, you've gained no ground." "We repulsed them, though, Bartlett." "You did, sir." "I'm simply suggesting that if you tried the same" "the result would be identical." "You stick to your jotting." "I'm not interested in amateur views from the sidelines." "Even if they're correct?" "Dammit, Bartlett, you're a Jeremiah." "Ho, young man." "How many Turks did you kill in the assault?" "Oh, I can't say, cobber." "Take a look." "There's eight acres of them out there." "Indeed there is." "'Cobber'." "Wonderful." "You idiot." "What?" "Don't you know who that was?" "General Birdwood." "Yeah?" "Birdy!" "Shit!" "I could have given him a few tips, eh?" "(LAUGHS) -(POSH VOICE) Indeed, cobber!" "Struth, it's the Light Horse." "Hey, where are your gee-gees, fellas?" "Go to buggery." "Got a few donkeys here for you." "Grab one each." "If you can stay on them." "Charge. (LAUGHS)" "That's enough!" "What's that smell?" "What is that?" "Duty Sergeant?" "That'd be me, sir." "Sergeant, we're going to headquarters." "Back from where you came, sir." "Just down on your left." "Colonel's not well, eh?" "No." "(CHUCKLES)" "Hey, Horsies!" "What you walking for, huh?" "What's the problem, fellas?" "It's a bit sniffy for you, is it?" "You want a perfumed hanky?" "(LAUGHTER)" "Whoa!" "Hey!" "Get off him!" "Get off him!" "Hit him, Stew!" "Hit him, Stew!" "Come on!" "(ALL SQUABBLE)" "Come on!" "Come on." "Come on, get out of it!" "Welcome to Quinn's Post, sir." "Come on, Chook!" "Thank you, Sergeant." "ONLOOKERS:" "Whoa!" "Get up, get up!" "That's enough." "Right!" "Right." "(LAUGHTER)" "That's it!" "Alright." "Alright, alright, alright." "(LAUGHS) Chooka." "(LAUGHS) Yeah, Cliff." "OK, that's enough." "Come on." "Keep moving." "Come on, let's go!" "Form up." "Well, welcome, Horses." "(CLICKS TONGUE)" "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "What do you think this is?" "Food." "Interesting." "No, the point I was making is this. (CLEARS THROAT)" "The landing was a mistake, simple as that." "A miscalculation." "But to build mistake upon mistake like these fools are doing..." "Unforgivable." "That's true." "The bodies will only continue to pile up out there, and our leaders are very little men." "That's not for us to say, Ellis." "We're here to witness." "We are." "And censorship makes liars of us all." "Of course, you're not constrained, are you, Marcus?" "Officially, you're a photographer." "So you can write what you want." "Not anymore." "I've bumped into Braithwaite." "There's the worst of them." "We're supposed to be advertising agents for his war." "There's your problem, Ellis." "You're making an enemy of this bloke." "Tish, he's nothing." "Nothing." "He can get you thrown off." "Let him try." "Damn him to hell." "(DISTANT SHELLING)" "(FLY BUZZES)" "Want some, Horsie?" "Piss off." "Chook, how can you bloody eat that?" "(LAUGHS) Yum." "Hey, did you realise, Stew... ..that you're named after a plate of greasy army food?" "(LAUGHTER)" "Heard it before, mate." "(LAUGHTER)" "You'll get used to it, Two Bob." "Yeah?" "Bloody when?" "How long have you been here?" "From the start." "Where are youse from?" "Western Australia." "What?" "How'd you get there?" "You get born there, just like anywhere bloody else." "No, it's good." "Good place." "Yeah." "Should have stayed there." "It's a bit late, isn't it?" "I just want to get stuck into them." "No, you don't, mate." "(EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE)" "(FLIES BUZZ)" "(MAN GROANS)" "Stay down." "(CRIES)" "Don't move." "(GROANS)" "Alright, raise it." "Stretcher bearers, ready?" "(GUNSHOT)" "Fire!" "(GUNFIRE)" "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Wait!" "Hold your fire!" "Apologies, Yusbasi." "Some of the men, they do not know this flag." "I need to get this man." "You get him." "No more fire." "Afedersin." "Go." "Good." "Good." "Captain!" "We need to do something about all this." "The heat." "This won't be good for any of us." "Yes." "I will speak." "Thank you, Captain." "(HALF-LAUGHS)" "Birdy wants an armistice at Anzac." "Bodies are piling up." "We have to accede to it." "With respect, sir, we can hardly be approaching the Turk cap in hand and asking for a ceasefire." "What would they make of that in Propaganda?" "You're right, Braith." "Can't be showing weakness at this time." "I hardly think it's weakness, Johnnie." "I disagree." "Just a few bodies is hardly an excuse to sue for peace when we're fighting..." "No, no, if the Turk comes to me, I'll give him an armistice." "Get yourself to Anzac, Braith." "You can negotiate." "This will take a few days." "Sir, I..." "Certainly, sir." "(DISTANT THUNDER)" "A line exactly halfway between the trenches." "Each side collects and deposits enemy bodies on the opposing side." "Yes." "Would you like a cup of tea?" "Thank you." "We begin at first dawn." "No." "No?" "We begin in good light." "Let's not tempt anyone." "I can assure you, Colonel, there will be no tricks." "Not from our side at least." "There's a lot to be done, so I'm sorry, but we start early." "No." "Thank you, gentlemen." "If you'll arrange for me to get around that wire again." "There's more of yours than ours." "Sadly, General, many more." "7:30 until when?" "BIRDWOOD:" "So, what do you think?" "Have we a true contract?" "I don't trust him." "He seemed like an impressive fellow, Braith." "Too damned smooth by half." "I disagree." "We should honour this." "Dangerous." "They're Turks, Birdy." "We mustn't forget that." "Stand down!" "Prepare for burial duties!" "Stand down!" "Prepare for burial duties!" "Stand down!" "Prepare for burial duties!" "Stand down!" "Prepare for burial duties!" "Right, lads, stand down." "We've been at stand to for three bloody hours." "We could have been sleeping." "Plenty of time to sleep with a Turk bullet in your head." "(FLIES BUZZ)" "(DISTURBING MUSIC)" "(MEN RETCH)" "Ready..." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(CONTINUES IN TURKISH)" "(CONTINUES IN TURKISH)" "Ha." "Thanks." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "I-I make English." "English." "Yeah?" "Bully for you." "Uh." "Bully." "Uh." "Uh, we attack." "We attack - "Allah, Allah, Allah!" Huh?" "Yeah, yeah, we bloody heard." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(SPEAKS TURKISH) Uh, you..." "You attack - "Bastards!" "Bastards!"" "Bastards your god?" "Yeah." "Yeah, mate, he's our god." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Hang on." "This bloke's a Turk." "(PRIEST SPEAKS LATIN)" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Faith." "We soldiers need faith." "In our politicians and our diplomats." "That is politics, Captain." "And this is diplomacy." "Yes." "Can I have a look?" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Beautiful." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Yeah." "Wife, Wife, wife, wife." "Fiancée." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Ismet. (SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Oh!" "Uh..." "Uh, Celia." "Celia." "Celia. (SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Yeah." "Çok güzel." "Much, much...güzel." "Bloody oath." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(SOLDIER GROANS)" "He's still alive." "Stretcher bearer!" "Stretcher bearer!" "Hey, you're gonna be right, mate." "Hold on." "Quickly!" "Jack!" "Hey..." "Pick up your equipment!" "Prepare to move back to your own lines." "Your sentries can begin standing down." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "See you later." "(MAN YELLS ORDERS IN TURKISH)" "Pick up your equipment!" "Prepare to move back to your own lines." "(MAN YELLS ORDERS IN TURKISH)" "Pick up your equipment!" "Prepare to move back..." "Good luck, mate." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Here." "It's Australia." "Not worth much." "(SPEAKS TURKISH)" "Thanks." "You could shoot me tomorrow." "Allah korusun." "God forbid." "(MAN SPEAKS TURKISH)" "(CONTINUES IN TURKISH)" "What did he say?" "He said, "Smiling may you go and smiling come again."" "Jesus Christ." "TOLLY:" "For what seemed like the first time, a hush came over Gallipoli." "We knew them now." "They were fathers and sons and brothers, just like us." "We didn't hate them anymore."