Breaking Point

any of you blokes think you can charge it?

-I'll give it a burl, sarge. -What?

OK, lads. Come with me.

Ah.

-(GRUNTS) -Bloody hell.

-Tolly. -What are you doing, Tolly?

-Come on. -Bugger me.

Struth, it's the Light Horse.

-Hey, where are your gee-gees, fellas? -Go to buggery.

-I just wanna get stuck into 'em. -No, you don't, mate.

The landing was a mistake, simple as that.

But to build mistake upon mistake

like these fools are doing...

Unforgivable.

Keep it up and nothing of yours will leave here.

You've been warned.

So it seems.

-(GUNFIRE) -Hold your fire.

Hold your fire, hold your fire.

Captain, we need to do something about all this.

-The heat. -Yes. I will speak.

Birdy wants an armistice at Anzac.

Bodies are piling up.

Sir, I...

Certainly, sir.

Each side collects and deposits enemy bodies

on the opposing side.

Thanks.

You could shoot me tomorrow.

Allah korusun.

God forbid.

Celia.

Celia?

Çok güzel. Much, much...güzel.

More ammunition.

Bring that ammunition to the front.

Dave.

Bevan said you could speak French.

I did it in high school.

What does, um...

Puh...

What does "Per...per vay...

"..vaytre pays"?

-"Pour votre pays"? -Yeah.

Um, "for your country".

What about, uh...

..um, 'mouray'?

'Mourir'?

'Die'. Why?

Where'd you hear that?

Doesn't matter.

C'est mauvais.

Souffrir.

Mourir.

Pour votre pays, mourir.

Well, seven, then.

Mate, they never give you seven days off.

Nuh. They'll give us half. Four days off - you watch.

Yeah, three. Three days, that'll do me.

Three days? I haven't shat for three days. Did I tell you that?

Oh, I don't wanna shit anyway.

You squat in there, there's bloody flies up your arse.

Cliff, do you ever stop talking?

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Stop talking shit, eh, Cliffy?

After the armistice,

the peninsula was quiet for a while.

The fighting continued and there were more men killed,

but the war had become routine.

Just a daily, weekly routine of craving sleep,

and eating when you can,

writing letters home,

and hoping you didn't get sniped using the latrine.

It became the only life we ever knew.

-Amen. Amen.

The marines.

Where you boys going? You lost?

What are you doing, boys?

Not time for hide-and-seek.

Alright, lads. Form up.

-(AUSSIES CHUCKLE) -Quickly.

Oh, it is, actually. Poor buggers.

Yeah, poor bastards.

Quick march.

Well, have a dekko at this. It's St Kilda.

-Without the ice-cream. -Or the women.

Or anything fun.

Platoon...halt.

Platoon, right turn.

Platoon, fall out.

Alright, working party, listen up.

-Working party, sarge. -Quiet, Sutton.

You'll split into three. A third of you will go

with Lieutenant Wheeler for digging duties off the beach.

A third of you will come with me

to help erect the new casualty clearing station.

The rest of you will stand by.

You'll be unloading supplies

as soon as the boats tie up at the pier.

"The rest of you"? That's us.

Alright, let's move out. Come on, move.

Ohh.

Snipers.

They can't see us. They're firing blind.

Yeah? Come on.

Come on. I'm right here.

Take a bloody shot, why don't ya?

Cliffy?

Cliffy. Cliffy. Cliffy.

I got ya, Tol.

I got you. I got you.

Christ's sake.

Can't anyone have a joke around here?

I'm telling you, he showed me a picture.

Kids and everything?

-Two kids. And his missus. -Phwoar.

No. No, you don't think of 'em like that.

For Christ's sake, Cliffy, what do you think of them as?

They're people. Like you.

No, it's...it's just...

You know.

I don't know.

Anyway, who gives a bugger?

They live in a place called Turkey.

Next there'll be a country called Goose.

Or Duck.

Duck, Duck.

Great name for a country to have a war in.

Do you reckon you'd still sign up now?

Mate, it's for the empire.

If we don't stop 'em, they'll take over.

Yeah, I suppose.

Take over what exactly, Bev?

Everything.

You gotta fight 'em.

You needed to speak to me, sir.

Ah, Johnson.

At ease.

Sergeant Perceval reported your actions

at the Turkish machine gun nest.

It was my brother, sir.

Still, it's remarkable.

You're young, but you've a good head on your shoulders.

I've recommended to the colonel

that you be promoted to lance corporal.

What?

And he accepted.

No, sir.

What do you mean, no?

The army doesn't work like that, son.

You're a lance corporal.

Go and inform your mates.

Dismissed, Johnson.

Uh, excuse me there.

You wouldn't mind awfully if I asked you a few questions?

If I take notes, you'll understand, won't you?

Now, firstly, how old are you?

17.

Good God.

I lied.

And why did you want to join up?

My brother.

To...

..to help him?

You gotta love your own brother.

Indeed.

Have another.

I've never had brandy before.

Enjoy it. It's older than both of your grandfathers.

So, tell me, what did your father say

when you joined up at 17?

He's dead.

He drowned.

No-one knows why.

I'm sorry.

I think I'm gonna die here.

I just don't know when.

And there you join the rest of humanity, Master Johnson.

None of us ever know.

I'll get shot.

What makes you so certain about this?

Tell me, are you frightened...

..of this...looming shot?

What do you think?

-(GRUNTS) -Hey.

It's alright.

Shh.

The nights always seem longer and darker at Gallipoli.

We all had something that haunted us.

We mostly didn't talk about it.

It didn't matter how different we were as blokes.

Everyone had the same experience.

As long as we went on living.

Jack.

C'est mauvais. Souffrir.

Mourir.

Pour votre pays, mourir.

Steak.

I want a steak with sauce. Yeah.