All language subtitles for Gallipoli - s01e05 - The Breakout (2015) ENG

Struth, it's the Light Horse.

Hey, where are
your gee-gees, fellas?

That's enough!

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

- G'day, Tolly.
-Two Bob!

Only two blackfellas,
me and one other bloke.

- You're an Abo?
-Jeez, Tolly.

What's it bloody look like?

Must be someone
looking after you, don't you think?

I don't really
understand...God much.

Someone else, then.

Bev!

I don't care what anyone says.
They're good blokes.

- Fair din...

You wanna kill yourself
some Turks, do you, son?

- Can you shoot?
- A bit.

A bloody bit? And you're
volunteering to be a sniper?

- Look at ya. Bloody report sick.

I'm leaving here like Cliff
or I'm going home.

I'll tell you
what I'm seeing here.

The English trying
to muddle through yet again.

Oh, yes. It's how we do things.

Lack of men. Sickness.
Now stasis.

I'm facing a Gordian knot, Braith.
I must cut through it.

-I'm going back to Kitchener.
-Withdrawal?

Not a bit. Attack.

And damned be him that first cries
"Hold, enough!"

- Sir.
-Oh, yes, indeed.

The break-out
will occur over 48 hours -

a series of interconnected
feints and attacks.

At its completion, we will
hold the heights...here,

as well as our right flank
along the second ridge

all the way down to the water.

Then it's simply a matter of
sweeping across the peninsula.

And then it's on
to Constantinople, eh?

Exactly, Freddie.

Now, General Birdwood,

you will send two assaulting columns
from Anzac here.

Malone's New Zealanders
will take Chunuk Bair.

The Australians and Indians
to take Hill 971.

It's damned hot, isn't it?

From Chunuk Bair,
the New Zealanders will turn south,

sweeping the Turks from
positions at Battleship Hill...

Never felt such heat since
the bloody Sudan.

...to Baby 700 here.

Meanwhile, in a pincer movement,

the Australian Light Horse
will move through the Nek

towards the New Zealanders,
moving south to join them.

Good plan, Birdy. Well done.

The two British divisions
of General Stopford

will land at Suvla Bay here.

He will then move right to link up
with Birdwood's units here.

Meanwhile, the diversion
down at Helles is proceeding.

As well, a major assault
will pin down Turk positions

at Plateau 400,
known as 'Lonely Pine'.

100,000 troops
on five fronts, gentlemen.

Sir, I am wondering,

which are the feints
and which are the true assaults?

Here's the heart of it.

Apart from this assault
on Hill 971,

they're all attacks
and they're all feints.

Each move works
to advantage the other.

Is it all too complex?
It's not chess.

We can't expect every attack
to work as planned.

It's a major offensive, Colonel.
It can't be made simple.

Activity, Cecil.

A build-up of reinforcements
at Anzac,

an attack at Helles,
20,000 men landing at Suvla...

Is it enough for me, though?
What if the Turk is dug in?

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Oi. Have a look at this.

What are you doing here?

I got permission to come back.

What's wrong with you blokes?

Two Bob's dead.

We were out on patrol.

When we got back,
he had this wound in his arm.

Next thing you know,
he starts groaning like billyo

and grabbing his gut.

And he goes this awful colour
and he just spews everywhere.

Got a bit of shrapnel is his gut
and he didn't even know it.

Yes, he did. He said he had
a pain in his stomach.

I'm just saying
he didn't know what it was.

- You've got a flamin' gut ache!
- Hey.

Come on.

It's what we did
for Cliff, Tolly.

It's what you bloody do.

Not for Two Bob.
It's not what he wanted.

And how would you
bloody know?

He didn't believe in God.

Who cares -
the bloody padre does

and he's the bloke
doing the ceremony.

- No. No padre, no God bloke.
-How would you know anyway?

We gotta
do the right thing.

I say we go and speak
to Father O'Brien...

Just shut up, Bevan!

Ah, the heathen.

The Good Lord welcomes him
into his kingdom.

Your friend hasn't rejected
the blessings of heaven.

He's just ignorant of it.
That's all, poor lad.

He's not a heathen
and he's been in a church.

Oh, has he?
Did he accept the Lord?

No. His stories
were more important to him.

There are no greater stories

than those
of the true faith, lad.

Yeah? How do you know that?

Now you listen to me,
you blaspheming little devil.

I ought to get you to recite
your catechism by heart!

Good on you, Tol.
Pissed him right off.

He wouldn't listen.

Alright, Tol.

Well, we gotta do something.

In Egypt did he say anything
about Abo burials?

No.

Jeez, cobber.

What do we do now, eh?

Anybody know a song?

♪ And he rose
on his elbow and said...

♪ "Wrap me up
in my stockwhip and blanket

♪ "And bury me deep down below

♪ "Where the dingoes and crows
won't molest me

♪ "In the shade
where the coolibahs grow

♪ "Oh, had I the flight
of the bronzewing

♪ "Far over the plains
I would fly

♪ "Straight to the land
of my childhood

♪ "And there
I would lay down and die..." ♪

Fuck!

♪ So cut... ♪

I don't remember the rest.

Something about a dingo.

"Though depleted in number,

"our troops are elated
by their success

"as we have made
a distinct advance

"of almost five yards
in some places."

General Sir Ian Hamilton,
OC Mediterranean Expedition.

I feel for Hamilton, though.
You must.

- Of course.
- God, why?

He's here digging graves,
his own and everyone else's.

Johnny Hamilton's
a good man, Ellis.

He's a fool.

He's a brave, eloquent,

intelligent man,

but he's a fool nonetheless.

That man is no fool, Ellis.

That fool is no general, Henry.

What about
these reinforcements?

Three new divisions.

He's done a good job of getting
extra men out of Kitchener.

Too late.
It won't do him any good.

He'll soon have superior numbers
at Anzac, Ellis.

It won't help.
That's what I've been telling you.

- I disagree.
-How do you know that?

--Please, please!

Gentlemen, the Turks
are playing at home

and these rumoured break-outs,
these extra men,

they come way too late.

There will be enormous losses.

And, General Stopford,
when the dial moves

it indicates the men have landed
down at Suvla Bay.

- Good Lord!
-Mmm.

You can command your troops
from here, Freddie. I want you at HQ.

Oh, thank you, Johnny.

Bloody hot.

And now we issue orders

to the senior commanders, Braith.

The die is cast.

Sir, is that wise?

What are you talking about?

Perhaps we should hold off
letting them know the plan.

They need time to prepare,
for God's sake.

They'll have time enough.

Secrecy is a weapon, Sir Ian.

We attack the Turk suddenly
without his foreknowledge.

He won't know what hit him.

Colonel Malone, sir.

- Malone, just the man.
-Sir.

I thought I'd bring
the mountain to Mohammed.

You've calmed things down
in this vicinity, I hear.

Not to my liking yet, sir,
but we're getting on top.

Good. We need
to take it up to them.

It's time we pulled
our damn fingers out, sir.

Yes, well, I...

...I suppose that's a New Zealander's
way of putting it.

This arm-wrestling, sir,
it's just not working.

We need to kick 'em
in the balls.

Then prepare your men, Colonel.

But, sir, it's all backwards.

Attack Lone Pine
before we take the heights?

Unless Baby 700's taken first
they can fire down on us.

You're only
a diversion, remember.

A diversion? A feint?

You're only part
of a grander picture, Harold.

- These are your orders.
-I understand that, but we...

If you succeed
in capturing Lone Pine

then more's the good.

I expect that to be your goal.

Right.

A feint? It's just that -
something half-hearted.

Bugger that. I'm gonna
take Lone Pine somehow.

My thoughts exactly.

It would've bloody helped
if these plans

had come through
a bit earlier.

Why did they sit on them?
Why handicap us'?

Still, a 5:30 assault-

the sun will be going down.

You bought us
that much at least.

I'll still lose
more than I should.

Where are you mob going?

Up Walker's or the Nek.
Not sure exactly.

- What about you blokes?
-I heard Lone Pine.

Jeez, you're in for it, eh?

I didn't really mean that.

Yeah.

See ya.

See ya.

See ya, mate.

See ya, Tol.

See ya.

At Lone Pine,
they dug tunnels

within 50 yards
from the Turkish trenches.

It gave us a head start

from the blokes
back on the front line.

We waited in the dark

while the navy
shelled the Turks for hours

to give us a better chance.

We sewed white patches
to our sleeves and our backs

so in the chaos...

- One minute!
- One minute!

...we'd know who we were.

- One minute!
- One minute!

One minute! One minute!

When the shells stopped
and the whistles blew

we'd bust out
and attack like ghosts.

Right on time.

- Go!

Get over the trench!
Get moving, get moving!

Let's go, men! Go, go, go!

Let's move. Go, go!

Move, move, move!

- Move forward, men!
-Come on, men! Let's move!

--You bunch, move forward!

--Arggh!

Use your bayonets!

- Bomb! Bomb!
- Take cover!

Keep moving, men!
Keep moving!

Sounds about right.

Good luck, mate.

With me! Come on!

We've got them, we've got them!

Sir, the Australians

have commenced
their assault on Lone Pine.

Where's Stopford?

He's off Suvla
aboard the 'Jonquil', sir.

Said he wanted
to be with his men.

What? But I told him he...

Oh, well.

Perhaps that's best.

After all, there are 20,000 troops
on those boats.

His attack from Suvla
is our linchpin.

The navy should do something
about their slippery ladders.

Indeed, sir.

It's very painful.

I'm sure.

So defence posts
are set up?

12, sir, all along the line.

We've blocked off saps
and communications trenches.

- Any sign of any counterattack?
-No, sir.

Right, he'll wait
until tomorrow.

So we hold Lone Pine.

Some bloody feint.

A feint?!

Nothing, Tony.

Thank you.

That's it, then.

We've done our bit.

I feel we should be helping
with the attack at the Nek now.

Or with the New Zealanders
up on the heights.

Yes.

That thing, uh,
I'm not sure it's working.

Tell the navy I need immediate details
on the Suvla landings.

It's imperative that
Stopford move for the hills.

Is he with his men?

He's resting on board
the 'Jonquil', sir.

He says he has a sore leg.

I beg your pardon?

He hurt his knee, sir. A trip.

- Mackenzie.
-Sir.

What do we have on
the New Zealanders up at the heights?

- Nothing.

The Australian attack
at the Nek?

This is their covering bombardment
you hear now, sir.

Right.

Thank you.

The Nek was
a narrow strip of land

connecting two sharp ridges
to the heights.

The Turk trenches
looked down on ours

from nearly
half a football field away.

In that confined space

450 of the Light Horse were divided
to attack in four waves

on the back of
another heavy naval barrage.

Lines two, three and four
into the reserve trenches!

You men with
assault equipment, keep moving!

What am I supposed to do?
Bang them over the head with this?

- Mate, shut up, would ya'?
-Nah, mate.

It's gonna be over
before we even get there.

We're in the fourth bloody line.

- 11 more minutes'?
- That's what I've got.

The New Zealanders
will be coming down

from the north by now.

The Turks won't know
what hit them.

Give it to them, Alex.

Seven minutes!

Seven minutes! Seven minutes!

- Seven minutes!

- What's going on'?
-Maybe it's a pause.

Big heavy burst to finish?

Surely.

Otherwise those bastards
are going to regroup.

Come on!

One minute, sir.

- One minute!
- One minute!

- One minute!
- One minute!

so!

- Come on!

Second line ready!

Second line ready!

Second line ready.

Second line ready!

- Come on, lads!

- Go!

Allah...

- Stretcher bearer!

Third line, move forward!

Move forward!

Jesus Christ.

Where the hell is Stopford?

Come on, lads. Move up.

Sir, Colonel Antill
wants to know

why the third line
hasn't been sent out.

Come with me.

I'm ordering you
to continue the attack, Colonel.

Sir, they're not
getting 10 yards.

I have a report
saying a marker flag

has been seen
in the Turkish trenches.

Impossible.
There's no such flag.

I've no idea
how you've heard that.

Push on, Colonel. Push on!

Don't forget - I told you.

I'm sorry, lads,

but the order is to go.

- Forward!

Come on! Up, up!

Arggh!

Hah!

Fourth line, move forward!

Fourth line,
move forward!

This has to stop.

I'm not ordering men
out into that again.

You have your orders, Colonel.
Send out the fourth line.

It's no use! This is murder.

Push on, Colonel.

I'm making this official.
I'm going to find Hughes.

Listen!

I said push on.

We have our orders.

Fourth line ready!

Fourth line, move forward.

Bugger this.

Chook.

Wish Two Bob was here.

Yeah.

I remember that dingo bit.

♪ Oh, hark,
there's the wail of a dingo

♪ Watching and weird, I must go

♪ For it tolls the death knell
of this stockman...

♪ And oft in the shades
of the twilight

♪ When the soft winds
are whispering low

♪ And the darkening shadows
are falling

♪ Think then of the men
down below. ♪

"Watchful and weird"?

I didn't write it, mate.

- Come on.

Forward, men!

- COME ON!
-Arggh!

Ohh!

Have the New Zealanders
move south

to support the Australians
at the Nek.

No, sir.

The New Zealanders
didn't arrive.

They were caught up in the land.

They're lost?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

So...

...alone at the Nek.

Not good.

Hey, Braith?

Braith?

Jesus.

The navy's getting
stuck in to them.

Poor bastards under that.

The New Zealanders
did get to Chunuk Bair.

They took the hill
in the dark before dawn

and they could see the Dardanelles
from that height.

When the ammunition ran out

they used whatever they could find
to battle with.

After nearly four months
of the campaign

it had come down to this.

Men in hand-to-hand combat

trying to bash
each other to death.

Sir, the New Zealanders
have taken Chunuk Bair.

- Excellent!

Time to advance.

From General Stopford, sir.

Is he ashore at Suvla?

His men have landed, sir.

He's still on the 'Jonquil'
with his knee.

Damn his knee.
ls he moving off the beach?

He's consolidating, sir.

"I am endeavouring
to land stores and supplies."

Stores?

Now we have Chunuk Bair

I need him there up in those hills
aiding the Anzacs.

He says his men are tired,
they're resting, sir, and...

Yes?

He says the Turks
"tend to be aggressive".

God in heaven.

Right, that's it.

I'm going to Suvla Bay.
I'm taking charge down there.

- If I may say, sir...
-No, you mayn't, Braithwaite!

Your advice is not welcome
at the moment.

I'm going to Suvla Bay, dammit.

I'll remain here at GHQ, sir.
There's plenty to be done.

Do as you please.

Hey, are you dead?

The Nek was a paddock
of slaughter and a tragedy.

Lone Pine was a rabbit warren
and a mass grave.

Thousands of men were dying
all across the peninsula

as part of a complex
last-ditch effort to break out.

We were supposed to be
a feint, a ruse, a distraction,

but down in those covered trenches
of Lone Pine

we had won.

If this was a victory...

...I'd hate to see defeat.

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