All language subtitles for Gallipoli - s01e07 - The Earth Abides ENG

History, Braith.
We're about to write it.

The Greeks and Trojans
will be here forever...

-Fall back!

...and now it's our turn.

Bugger this. Who wants to go
to the beach for a swim?

There's an idea.

- What have you got there?
- The one that got me.

Don't hang onto that.
It's bad luck.

-Tol!
-Bev!

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

Two Bob's dead.

- Come on, lads!

Over the past four days,

Hamilton's run up
how many casualties?

20,000?

25,000?

Hamilton's task was a peninsula.

What's he managed?
A few bloody acres of nothing.

Definition of insanity,

to repeat the same action
over and over again

and expect a different result.

Good evening, gentlemen.

We're together on this.

- Tol, this is Celia.
-Hello, Thomas.

Who's yours from?

Mum.

- What's she got to say?
-Not much.

He now admits at least
the break-out was a failure.

And his response
is this call for more men.

Surely Kitchener
can't agree to this.

Sir, the truth is, General Hamilton
has lost the support

of all his closest advisers.

Sir, Lord Kitchener
is about to send another cable.

He says it has to be deciphered
by you alone.

I'll read it tomorrow.

-Sir.

Thank you, Simmonds.

- General, may I say...
-Say nothing, Colonel.

I have not succeeded.

The moving finger writes.

And there's an end to it.

Hm.

General.

I'd like to thank you.

For your contribution.

You're very gracious, sir.

I am that. At least.

Braithwaite.

What's this?

He's been dismissed
by Kitchener.

- Bean.
-Sir.

So, this is your camp, hm?

Very comfortable.

We'll all be sorry
to part with you, sir.

I wanted to say something
about the ANZAC men, Bean.

They're splendid fellows.

And they have exceeded
all my expectations.

My heartfelt wishes
go with you all.

Thank you, sir.

They will be remembered.

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When the storm hit,
it wasn't just rain.

This was something different.

You reckon they're trying
to get rid of us?

TOLLY; For months I thought
God had abandoned us.

But that damned storm.

It was like He was coming back at us
with a vengeance.

What's all that?

That's Lord Kitchener.

What's he doing here?

Coming to check on you, Tol.

You'd better watch out,
Corporal.

Why is he here?

May I?

Yes, sir.

Could I
have a loan of that?

Now let's see...

Oh!

Steady, Birdy.

Yes. Right.

Good.

Carry on.

We're here, sir. Russell's Top.

Mm-hm.

And that's Pope's Hill
over there.

The line lies across
the Turk emplacements

named the Chessboard.

Then Quinn's, Courtney's,
Steele's.

And then down over here,
Lonely Pine.

- We hold that, don't we?
-We hold a good part of it, sir.

So this is the extent
of our right flank.

Yes, sir, more or less.

And these men,

what do your officers think
they could accomplish

if we had one more push?

It's considered they could fight
for 24 hours, sir.

No longer.

Thank God, Birdy,
I came to see this for myself.

The country is much more...

...difficult than I imagined.

I'd no idea
what you were up against.

I think you're all doing
a marvellous job.

Thank you, sir.

But something must be changed
here before long.

The Germans...

...are moving heavy howitzers
into Turkey.

They'll be here
before we know it.

Cheerio! Hoo-roo! Ta-ra!

It's a rumour, Bev.
It's everywhere.

- We're not going.
-Don't say that!

- Why wouldn't we?
-What, withdraw without winning?

Not the Pommies, mate.
They never surrender.

- They're not going to win.
-And how do you know?

They've won every war
they've been in since Agincourt.

And even if they didn't,
they'd say they did.

- And when was Agincourt?
- 500 years ago last week.

Doesn't count.

It does to them.
And they're a great empire, Tol.

They do things differently
to everyone else.

They're hopeless.

They weren't always.

Could be worse.

Like how?

They could be shooting at us.

Almost miss the flies.

Almost.

Yes, of course,
General Monro, sir.

So, Kitchener's recommendations
for evacuation

have gone to the war cabinet.

We are now in the direct hands

of civilians
in lounge chairs, chaps.

How long till they
make up their minds?

Well, come on.

I know Johnny Hamilton
wasn't a betting man, but I am.

I'm taking bets.

A month? Two months?

You're right, sir.

I am.

The bloody German howitzers
will be in Turkey in a week.

- Wrong, sir.
-What do you mean?

The howitzers have apparently
arrived in Constantinople.

So...

...they'll be here soon
to blast us off the peninsula.

We prepare for evacuation.

- Without the word from London?
-That's what I'm saying.

We start now.

We started
the silent war.

All along the line

we were told to stop shooting
for days at a time

to lull the Turks to sleep,

to make them think
we were settling in for winter.

Stand down!

Corporal?

Stand down!

Reynolds!

And these howitzers,

like some horrible beast
coming for us.

I was talking
with Monro.

Bloody great trench-busters,
they are.

He says he's experienced it
in France. It's horrific.

Look at me.

I'm wondering how Bartlett
would cope with this.

A roaring fire, a few servants.

Mulled wine.

Furs. Mink and so forth.

Have you heard about
that soldier,

frozen to death
up on the parapet?

One thing's for sure -

Sydney and Melbourne

won't be reading about that
over breakfast.

Much worse down in Suvla.
Hundreds.

Drowned and frozen.

Hundreds.

It gives a bullet a kind of honour,
don't you think?

...and they move down to piers
on North Beach, Anzac and Suvla

over a 48-hour period.

All in all we'll clear
200 guns, 2,000 vehicles,

5,000 animals and 90,000 men.

Good.

My congratulations, General.

Thank you, sir.

London.

At last.

Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

So, we will continue
with the silent war.

In the meantime, I want to thank
each and every one of you.

As does
the Army Corps Commander.

Let me read, lads.

"If every man makes up his mind

"that he will leave the trenches quietly
when his turn comes

"and sees that everybody else
does the same,

"there will be no difficulty
of any kind."

Alright, alright. Quiet!

Whoa! Whoa!

What's wrong with you blokes?

Come on, wake up, fellas!

Davey, cheer up, mate!
We're going home!

We're going home!

Whoo-hoo!

Ugh!

Jeez, Tol.

Bloody hell, that was close!

Tol, what are you doing?

Leave them.

Sorry, Bev.

-Get down!

- Dave!
- Over here.

Bevan?

Tolly...

Bev.

Bevan!

I'm alright!

Tolly, it's alright.

Tol...

Bev!

Bev!

Bevan!

Shit!

Stretcher bearer!

It's alright. It's alright.

We're going to get you
out of here.

It's OK, Tol.
Everything will be OK.

It's OK.

And these howitzers.

The news gets worse at Suvla.

Not so bad here, sir.
Hardly any casualties.

That's very good.

Now, what is it exactly
that you want to show me?

Ah, well,
it's quite ingenious, sir.

Wonderful. 12 minutes.

I presume they can be set
at different times?

Depending on the amount
of water.

- And we're manufacturing them?
-As many as possible, sir.

Come on, pack it up.
Heading back home.

Corporal.

Sir.

- My sympathies, Johnson.
-Thank you, sir.

I know how close you were.

What is it, son?

Sir, I'd like to volunteer
to be one of the rearguard.

Me too, sir.

You're a bloody idiot, Dave.

Why volunteer
when you've already made it?

Don't try and push me round, mate.

What are you doing?
You've got to get out while you can.

- Shut up, Tolly.
-Just go! I don't need you here!

- Tolly, listen...
-Go!

You think you know everything

but you don't know anything.

Go!

In nine days and nights,

70,000 soldiers left Anzac
and Suvla.

Move
to the assembly area.

There was no cheering
or gladness.

They walked back down the hills

and every bloke
had the same thought.

"We might be leaving,

"but a lot of us
are staying here forever."

I'll see you
on board the 'Chatham'.

Sir.

Only 10,000 remaining.

We can only hope
that most of them come out alive.

Indeed, sir.

Thank you, sir.

On that final night,

the last ANZACs
were just 1,500 blokes

scattered along
the front lines,

men who'd volunteered
to stay to the last.

B Group men
stand down, fall in.

We all knew if the Turks
realised what was happening,

Gallipoli would end
in a massacre.

Get everything packed,
make your way down to the beach.

Platoon, get moving.

Good luck, Tolly.

You should have gone, Dave.

Why didn't you?

Been asking myself
that same thing.

I think, um...

...I didn't want to be
the only one of us to...leave.

Do you reckon
we're fooling them?

- No.

Neither do I.

Bevan was a good man, Tol.

So, what do you do now, Dave?

Go back to university.

Pretend I'm learning.

Pretend?

They're just books!

They're no...comfort.

It's not life.

-There's more life here.

I'm 18 now,

and I know more about death
than living.

-Happy birthday, Tol.

You know what I think
they ought to do?

We should get our god...

...and they should get theirs...

...and we let them fight it out.

Then there'd be
a lot less killing.

What?

It's the same god, Tol.

- What?

Muslim god, Christian god,
same...same god.

It's the same bloke?

Are you sure?

- Yeah.

So, he's getting prayers
from both sides...

...and he still lets them
kill each other.

Yeah.

I don't understand.

Come on, Tol. That's it.

Come on, last boat.

Gallipoli,

the war that got away
from its handlers.

If it made more sense,
it would be a lesser story.

Perhaps that's why,

after longer and more important battles
are forgotten,

it lingers in our imagination.

What is it about this place?

It's been farmed and fought over
for 5,000 years.

The rhythms of the earth
are eternal.

The warriors are the ones
that never last.

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