All language subtitles for Anzac Girls.S01E03.Endurance

New Zealand's Army Nursing Service
is on board.

New Zealand Command
wanted us here on Lemnos

but we've heard British High Command
have a different plan.

Nurses do little towards
the actual saving of life in war,

though they may promote
a more rapid recovery.

My nurses rank as officers.

The medical orderlies must stay
under my and my nurses' command.

We made a promise to these boys
signing up that we'd care for them.

I'm Norvel,
but everyone calls me Pat.

He writes about everything
except how he feels about me.

The sooner you come to accept
military regulations,

the easier your job will be.

Please come back to me.

19...

I never asked for nurses in my unit.

If you're looking to change the
army's opinion of your profession,

Lemnos is your challenge.

What is all this?
Delivery from the Red Cross.

Clothes, tea, chocolate!
Smokes.

I'm glad they did not forget
the most important item.

Alice Ross-King, eat your heart out!

They sent us 20 more of those.

Marvellous.

Oh... oh, mail!

No, Sister. It's the First Brigade
heading back to Anzac.

Quick, let's gather up some things.

# Then let your voices
ring and altogether sing

# Are we downhearted?

# No!

# Not while Britannia
rules the waves

♪ Not likely! ♪

# ..long, long way to Tipperary

♪ But we're not downhearted yet. ♪

Sisters. A word.

I'd like to address the issue
of our authority.

As part of the army,
we have honorary rank.

I am a captain.

Sisters are first lieutenants and
staff nurses are second lieutenants.

That's not how it plays out.

The orderlies ignore everything
we say. Not all -

As officers we should be professional
and courteous to lower ranks.

We mustn't fraternise.

You will not socialise out of hours
with privates, NCOs,

anyone under the rank
of second lieutenant.

A disciplined approach, sisters.

It's the only way
to earn their respect.

My cousin is private here.

He said he'd take me one of
the villages on my day off.

Does that mean I can't go?
That is the order.

Back to the ward, please.

'My dear Alice, I'm sorry I haven't
written for so long.

We've been flat chat,

but the other day when a patient
mentioned your name,

I realised how very behindhand
my correspondence has become.

Lately, we've had as many cases of
illness as we've had injuries.'

Oh, Jesus!

'Dysentery, diarrhoea, typhoid,
trench foot.

One shudders at what our boys
are enduring.

The sickest are being sent
to Cairo.'

Get the lights down.

They're targeting us again.

Lights to be doused.
Lights to be doused.

Lights to be doused.

Lights to be doused.

'Bombardments continue.

At night we've often been ordered to
show no lights.

Certainly the closest I'll come to
being the Lady with the Lamp.

Have you heard from Olive and Elsie?

I do so miss you all.

Fondest regards, Hilda.'

PS, the chap who asked me
if I knew you

is one who's been sent to Cairo.'

Sister Steele,
I need you in the ward - now.

'PPS, His name was something
Moffitt.'

Harry.

Alice. Hello.

How are you?

Laid waste by an army of
typhoid bacillus.

I tried to sent you word, but -

I got your letters.

You receive mine?
Yes.

I'm so glad you're back, Harry.

I'm so glad you're safe.

I'm happy...

..I'm happy to see you too.

Hello.

Things have quietened down at Luna.

In fact it seems we're to wind down
the auxiliary hospital

and allow back the ice rink.

Makes me wonder if perhaps
this Dardanelles campaign

is coming to a close at last.

Are you unwell?

Harry's - Lieutenant Moffitt has
been invalided from Anzac Cove.

He's got typhoid.

Poor fellow.

How's his fever?

His temperature is 102.

He looks so ill.

Typhoid takes some recovering from.

In fact, I've seen men emerge from
a bout permanently weakened.

You take care too.

Typhoid sufferers can remain
contagious for some time.

Don't want it becoming a case of
'Nurse, heal thyself.'

Ernest invited me to
the NCOs' mess for supper.

Now I have an excuse not to go.

You weren't planning on going?

Of course not. Besides, the officers
invited me to the recreation tent

for a special dinner.

Are you going, Florence?

No, I'm as tired as 60 cats.

Looks like you're stuck here, Olive.

There goes my letter writing.
Lucky I'm not getting any.

Go on then, have fun.

What is that idiot playing?

We shouldn't be here.
Trust me.

I don't know...

Oh, goodness.

Sister Tilley.

My order was plain as day.
WHAT on earth is going on in here?

What do you think you're doing?

What is going on?

P-Private Rogers has
a tendency to drink,

and I thought if I spent time with
him I could wean him off the habit -

It's 11:30 at night and
you snuck into the stores tent.

I'm so sorry, Matron. I... I've...

I've just been so
miserable and so cold.

Matron.

Come with me.

She made her resign?

I was in the officers' mess
last night and I'm not in trouble.

That's the point,
you were in the officers' mess.

And you weren't there alone,
after lights out, on a potato sack.

But firing her is as silly as
a hat full of worms.

She's a good nurse.
Clara, Fiaschi found out.

Matron had no choice.

She told the CO?

No, the bugle boy got someone
to cover for him

but the dill played the call to
retreat instead of lights out.

Which is all it took to send Fiaschi
charging into the night.

Like a bear with a sore head.

I guess if Colonel Fiasco
found out...

My father would disown me
if that's how I came home.

And my mother would die

then come back to life strangle me
in front of the neighbours

and die all over again.

At least you wouldn't be on Lemnos.

How are you doing?

There you go.
How are you feeling today?

Cooler.

His temperature is down, so
fingers crossed, he's on the mend.

He hasn't had any breakfast?

We've been busy.
Really?

We served it on our ward
20 minutes ago.

Typhoid patients need more
than just sponge baths

to regain their strength, you know.

I'll just see to these.

I hope...

Did you sleep?

A little.

Been dreaming.

Do you remember the last time
we were together

before I went to Gallipoli?

Groppi's cafe. You had rock cakes.
Yeah.

Do you remember
how I said this campaign

would be a chance for Australia
to make a name for itself?

One day, a Pommy Colonel
came into our trenches.

He asked my CO if I'd lend my
platoon to mix with his troops.

He wanted to buck up his men,
you see.

Give 'em courage.

'Cause one Anzac
is worth a dozen tommies.

You didn't tell me that story
in your letters.

No. Lots I didn't write you about.

What else?

A story I heard about
two stretcher bearers.

They found a Turk behind our lines,
they took his rifle,

they made him lie down on the ground

and one sat on his chest while
the other one slit his throat.

You were right, Alice.

We're never gonna win this thing.

This whole campaign is just
a waste of time, effort, lives.

Yes, but as you said...

..people back home know
about Gallipoli.

Perhaps it won't be all for nothing.
Perhaps.

Did you think about other things
while you were there?

Happier things?

Poetry.

Songs... punchlines of jokes.

Here you go, Moff.
Best custard in Cairo.

Shouldn't you be getting back to
your own ward, Sister Ross-King?

I'll come back.

Just slow.

That's it.

I need to sit.

Just a couple more...

I need to sit NOW dammit!

I'm sorry.

There's no proper convalescent care.
They're all crammed in together.

He is making progress, though?

Well, his speech gets tangled up
now and then.

I just wish he could
get more attention.

The MO said that with head wounds,

most recovery happens
within the first few weeks.

How's Harry?

Not strong, physically.
And his spirits are low.

If you're really worried about Syd,
insist on better care.

I can't ask any more favours
around here.

They're sick of the sight of me
already.

Well, then, have them
get rid of you both.

How's the headache?

Much the same.

Carry on.

Captain Perrin, I think Captain Cook
should be sent to England.

Do you, indeed?

He needs a proper
convalescent hospital.

Places are limited.

The Medical Board don't take
just anyone.

Captain Perrin -
Sister Cook, I've made myself clear.

But I haven't.

My husband isn't just anyone...

..he's the son of the Honourable
Joseph Cook,

former prime minister of Australia

and current member of
His Majesty's Privy Council.

I fail to see what difference
that makes.

Mr Cook is a great supporter
of the war effort

and... he'd be most unhappy to think
that the AIF he helped establish

was in any way remiss in its duty
of care to his son.

He might even find cause to complain
to the Imperial CMO.

Conversely, he'd be inclined to
praise those who helped him.

There's a ship...

..sailing for England in a few days.

I'll talk to the Medical Board.

Thank you.

I imagine you think I'm
queue jumping

but I wish every one of these men
had someone here to special them,

to put their best interests first.

I'm sure they do too.

Might I be attached
to the hospital ship

that will convey my husband
to England?

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

Miss Oram -

If the rumours of our withdrawal
from Gallipoli are true,

and I don't say that they are,

but if they are we could well
be facing a influx of wounded.

The arrangement was that you would
work here at number 19

while your husband was here.

As he is leaving us,
I'm sure Miss Gould

will be delighted to see you
back in Cairo.

And... we'll be delighted
to see you go.

I need a new bed.

Every second night it breaks.

If I had one spare, sister.
I have some spare wood.

I'll be taking THAT for next time.

You doubting my handiwork?

Just need to reinforce the legs.

That's fine, Private Dooley.
You can go.

Have you tried your horseflesh yet?

No. The ants got to it.

Afternoon, Matron.

Colonel Fiaschi.

Did you know there are hot springs
on Lemnos?

Marble floors, crystal clear water.

Who'd have thought that this funny
old island had a spa hidden away?

Don't let me keep you.

Poppy's baksheesh.

Poppy!

Did you hear we've taken Achi Baba?

Oh, again?

My father sends me
clippings from home.

The papers make it out like we're
taking this, that and the other.

They have no idea what's really
going on. It's balderdash.

This bloater paste is heaven-sent.

Baksheesh. From the Aragon? Actually
it's from the New Zealand nurses.

You want baksheesh,
go to the village.

I pinched a dozen figs last week.

Is the Aragon that fancy boat
everyone talks about?

Apparently they get fillet steak
sent in from Fortnum & Mason.

Well, we can't have them working
on empty stomachs, can we?

You know, I heard they all caught
venereal disease,

the officers on the Aragon.

Sister Haynes!
Really?

Yes, covered in sores
from head to toe.

He's not an officer.
He shouldn't be here.

I didn't invite him.
Must have heard from the MOs.

He's still keen on you.
You shouldn't tease him.

Is that true?

About the Aragon officers having VD?

No.

'Dear Alice, seems winter
is well and truly on his way.'

'I hope Hilda is knitting up a storm

as the boys on the Peninsula

will soon be needing all the socks
and vests she can produce.

We're rubbing along
pretty well here.

I was concerned for a bit
that Clarice, Sister Daley,

had a thing for a rather unsuitable
bloke from the Light Horse

but it's all on his side so he'll
just have to lump it, poor chap.

Yes, we've become a very close band
of brothers - that is, sisters,

we Lemnosites.'

Temperature has gone up slightly.
Have you been having night sweats?

A few.

Let me know if they worsen
and I'll get the MO to look at you.

Thank you, sister.

Hello there. That's girl's got hands
like turnips.

Thought she was gonna break
the thermometer

the way she was brandishing it.

She seems quite competent to me.
You don't see the things I do.

I'm actually not at all happy
with her care.

They're fine.

It's typhoid.
It's important to get fresh air.

That clot's got you tucked in
so tight.

I'm quite comfortable.

I have a good mind to speak to
Miss Gould about her. Why?

I bet she doesn't put alum
in your sponge water.

Alice, stop it.

What is this nonsense?

I'm concerned for you.
Well, it's making me worse.

I'm just trying to help.

I need peace and quiet, not you
having some sort of queer tantrum.

I just need you to -

What? What do you need?

Nothing.

So, you'll get the CO onto
your quartermaster

about spare beds and stretchers?

Yes, it seems we may well be
needing them.

There you go.

I don't know if you have a batman
on the ship,

so remember I've put your
toothpaste in a side pocket.

I'm... going to England?

That's right.

Sorry. I'm afraid I'm still a little
slow up top.

You'll be fine.

England will make you fine.

But you won't be there.

We'll see each other again
just as soon as I can organise it.

I'm full of plots and plans,
don't you worry.

Come on, Captain Cook.

The Endeavour awaits you.

Dear Poppy,

I guess you haven't had much time
to acquaint yourself with Egypt

as I've heard that you and your
hospital are off to Salonika.

Mind, every second day we're here
we've taken Achi Baba or Hill 97

and I've given up trying to separate
fact from rumour.

Fly season is over, thankfully,

but apparently we're in for some
very cold weather.

Wherever you're going,

I hope the company is every bit as
interesting as the scorpions, moles,

spiders and snakes that have made
life on Lemnos so enchanting.

We ought to tell Olive about that
nougat that we had in Alexandria.

What is that thing?

They're targeting us!

..committing a war crime,
attacking a hospital ship.

The Marquette was a troop ship,
Sister Daley.

British Command hadn't made
provision for the New Zealand Army

so they had to travel on
a military transport.

With the troops? The munitions?

The Germans were within their rights
to target the Marquette,

as terrible as that is for us.

How many nurses drowned?

Ten.
Ten? How many were on board?

36.
Poppy and Lorna - do we know?

Survivors are being taken to Egypt.

I don't know who we've lost.

But I'll understand if some of you
feel you need to take 24 hours off.

Ten nurses.

Ten of us.
That's a whole ten, just gone.

I can imagine what those
lame-brained officers are saying,

that we're too weak.

But I bet those nurses were helping
men onto lifeboats

right until the end.

Sister Haynes?

Olive?

Can I bring you anything?

Don't want you getting sick again.

No, I'm fine.
Thank you, Matron.

'Dear Olive, please don't worry your
kind heart about me. I am alright.

It was an appalling experience and
the saddest day of my life, too.

Lorna and I kept together
but she was not as strong as I am

and she simply couldn't do it.

But it is all over now.

I just feel a bit different somehow.

I'll go softlier and sadlier
all my days, I think.

But these are sad and serious times,
are they not?'

Thought I might find you up here.

Oh?
I was at number one the other day.

I saw you. You seemed upset.

I hope Lieutenant Moffitt
hasn't relapsed.

No, he's getting better.

Alice, forgive my presumption -
are you and he engaged?

Do you have an understanding?

No. Perhaps.

Oh, I don't know.

What do you know
of Lieutenant Moffitt?

He's from a small town
near Melbourne.

He's an accountant.

His connections, his family?

What does his father do?
I think...

..he's a draper, I think...

I know Harry's a good man.

I'm sure he is,

but is he the right man for you?

Oh, I don't know.

Alice, you remember before
the campaign began,

I advised you not to rush
into attachments made in war.

Is this unknown young man
what your mother would want for you?

She'd want me to be happy.
Of course.

She'd also want you to be secure,

taken care of.

I'm not much of a romantic hero

but I have other qualities.

I have a medical practice in London,

with a good income, a house.

My family can trace its history
to William the Conqueror.

Can Lieutenant Moffitt
offer you that?

If he's not speaking plainly,

then I shall.

I love you, Alice.

Very sincerely.

You don't find me repulsive, do you?

No, I like you very much.

Then marry me.

Marry me. I'll take care of you.

I... I need to think.

Of course.

Take all the time you need.

A book of verses
underneath the bough.

A jug of wine,
a loaf of bread and thou.

It's fine.

It's good to see you outside.

Convalescence established?
His fever's gone.

And the rash.

Sister Martin, can I have a moment
with Lieutenant Moffitt?

Just make sure he doesn't get cold.

I'm sorry about the other day.

It's fine. I was tired too.

Harry, what are your feelings
for me?

What do you mean?

I need to know
how you feel about me.

I told you the first day
I saw you in hospital

how happy I was to see you.

Happy to see me?
Yes.

Harry, I've had a...

I have my future to think about.

Oh.

Well, you have a decision to make,
Alice.

I won't play games.

You're doing it again.

Why don't you tell me how you feel?

But I have.
When?

My letters.
Your letters?

They were filled
with landscapes and sunsets.

How much you love the sunsets.
Nothing about me!

That IS how I feel about you.

Whenever I enjoy something,

I think of you.

Only you.

I just don't go on about it.

Perhaps I should have
made that clearer.

'A book of verses
underneath the bough

A jug of wine

A loaf of bread and thou

Beside me, singing

In the wilderness
were paradise enow.'

That's how I feel about you, Alice.

The whole bang world's
a paradise to me

because you're in it.

But if there is someone else...

I don't - I mean...

There isn't anyone else.

Great. Right...

Bonzer.

We should get you inside.

Sister Martin's right -
it's important you don't get chilled.

Elsie!
I'm afraid you're back to sharing.

There's a war on.
We all have to make sacrifices.

You've heard we might be pulling out
from the peninsula?

We've been clearing beds.

No more letters are being accepted
for Anzac Cove.

They've made it, Syd and Harry.

They've made it through.

Aaaah!

Thank you, Sister.

They're getting frostbite
in the trenches.

It's too awful.

Aargh...

I need a basin of warm water.
No hotter than 104 degrees.

Thanks for the bonzer tea, Sister.

You... Corporal Keogh!

I didn't recognise you
with your swank new hairstyle!

Didn't want to bring the lice
back with me.

Well, you're with me now.
I'll look after you.

Sister, am I gonna lose my feet?

Where's that water?

Sister, you need to prep him.

I was thinking I could special him.

We don't see much frostbite in...
I just need a basin of water.

You need to prep him for surgery.
Now!

We froze out there, Sister.

I passed a sentry frozen to death
at his post, still standing.

You dear, brave boys.

What'll happen to me now, eh?

Whether I make it or not,
I'm a cripple.

Don't be foolish.

You're gonna go home a war hero

and with a dial like yours,
no woman would think to mind.

Your voice, Sister.

It's a touch of home.

You make me so happy, Clarice.

Excuse me.

How could you be so foolish?

Olive... You want to be
sent home in disgrace?

You know what happened to Florence.

Sergeant Lawrence
has asked me to marry him.

And...

..what did you tell him?

I said yes.
Oh, Clarice!

You don't love him!
They'll make you resign.

You've got to break it off
before he tells anyone.

I'm going to England
and getting married.

That's it.
But your parents...

He's a wastrel.

I'd sooner face their disapproval

than spend one more day
on this wretched island!

I have frost nip on three toes!

That is nothing
compared to the boys in A ward!

But they'll get a medal for valour.

What about us?

I don't know if I can endure it
without you.

Well, you can go too.

Go home on a transport,
get invalided to England,

marry Major Sherwin.

Take your pick.

Why are you so determined to stay?

Olive?

What's wrong?

Oh, you poor thing.

I'm here.

Here you go.

They treat us like dirt!

The brass don't care.

Our boys are getting slaughtered
at Gallipoli

and the ones that pull through

get sent straight back to be killed.

I feel like a chewed-up
piece of string most days.

My hair is revolting!

I haven't received a single letter
from Australia.

I'm so sorry, Matron.

You lost your brother.
I have no right to complain.

He was shot by a sniper, you know.

He probably didn't even know
what hit him.

That's the one comfort
I can take from his death -

that he fell in action.

Not everyone gets that option.

Some get here in incredible pain

and endure hours of agony
before being seen to.

Suffering is suffering.

Whether it's from a lice-infested
trench or a leaky tent.

You're miserable, alright?

It's alright.

But there are still men
that need your help...

..if you've got strength
to keep going.

Matron!

Matron.

Matron...

It's Colonel Fiaschi.

Beri-beri.

If he stays, I doubt
he'll make it through winter.

Colonel, you've contracted
severe beri-beri.

We'll send you to Egypt,

where at least
you stand a chance of recuperating.

You have worked yourself to the bone.

And that hasn't been for nothing.

You set the highest example of
discipline and fortitude for us.

But everyone has a limit.

Even you.

Please don't lose sight
of the bigger picture.

Good.

Well done, Sarge.

Hey.
Good on you, mate.

Travel safe, Clarice. And good luck.

- Hip, hip...
- Hooray!

Hip, hip...
Hooray!

Oh, to be in love...

You've reached one year's
active service, Sister Haynes.

You could apply to go home too.
Yes.

I think one year's service
is enough for anybody.

But I'm one of the stronger ones.
It'd be a waste.

And modest, too.

Three cheers and a tiger
for Sister Haynes.

Hip, hip, hip...
Hurrah!

One year's service
for King and country!

And many happy returns.
Not on this island, thanks!

Is that baksheesh from the Aragon?

You know, I've heard
that they've all got VD.

How scandalous!

Mail, Olive.

There's never any for me.

Quite a bit came through today.

Thought I might have seen Haynes
amongst it.

Alice...

Writing to see how my holiday's been.

'Dear Olive, I do hope
you're keeping warm and well.

You know, it seems
I owe you an apology.

The other day, a patient overheard me

talking about the so-called
'lucky' nurses of Lemnos...'

Another one from Lemnos?

Most of these officers
are from Lemnos.

I wonder why the nurses there
couldn't handle them?

We're getting the worst cases
after all.

The island life
must have slowed them down!

Excuse me, Nurse.
Could I have a word?

Wonder what I've done...

Right now!
Yes, Colonel.

Let me tell you something
about the nurses on Lemnos.

'He said that if we came
within cooee of Lemnos's sisters,

we'd have to look to our laurels

on account of the fine service
you're all doing.

He also spoke very favourably
of Miss Wilson

and the noble way
she carried out her duties.

It's clear he credits
the success of your hospital

largely to the professionalism
of the nurses

and said as much to the rest
of the officers in the ward.'

Matron!

Good morning, Sister Haynes.

What have you got there?

'Dear Olive...'

Ha! Colonel Fiaschi!

Well, we've certainly had more
adventures than most other hospitals.

You're a real trouper, Olive.

That's just a polite way
of saying I'm bossy.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas, Private.

It's good to sleep
in a bed again! Thanks, Sister.

Jimmy! How are the eyes?

Good as new. I'm rejoining
my regiment in a few days.

Heading to France.
Well, you be careful.

No sharing towels.
I've learnt my lesson, don't worry.

Will you excuse me?

Hello.
Hello.

Oh!

Sorry, this is my friend,
Major John Prior.

Major Prior, this is Alice...
Sister Alice Ross-King.

Lovely to meet you, Major.
And you too, Sister.

In the flesh.

Major Prior heads up
the 1st Field Bakery.

He's a good man to know.

Speaking of which, I'd better
see how the Christmas puds

my blokes have been slaving over
are travelling.

Sister.

Happy Christmas.

I had them made in the bazaar.

Thank you, they're lo...

..lovely.

I'm sorry, Alice -
I haven't got you anything.

Doesn't matter, Harry.
I have everything I want.

Season's greetings, Lieutenant.
And to you, Private.

Now, I know it's not mistletoe
but we're not at home

and needs as must do...
or whatever my mum used to say.

Thank you, Private. That will do.
Aw, go on, sir!

No-one's gonna mind! It's Christmas.

On your way, thank you.

G'day, Sisters!

Did you hear?
We bluffed the Turks good and proper.

We got out of Gallipoli
without a man down.

I know! We had wards
for up to 2,000 casualties prepped.

Hello, Miss Wilson!
Sister Cook. Sister Ross-King.

One chap told us that his battalion
left their mess table in a trench

with a note saying, 'Dear
Johnny Turk, you are a fair fighter

but we don't like
the company you keep!'

Heard such wonderful reports
of your work on the Sicilians.

Hilda!

Right, ladies, ready?

Thank you.

Is that it? Thank you.
That's all.

Could you please take one with mine?

Go, go, go, go!

Big smile.

Miss Wilson, come back!
Come on!

Big smile. Very nice.

Thank you.

Olive!

You can take electric lights
for granted

but after Lemnos, I never shall!

Oh, and the bathrooms!

You just turn on a tap
and hot water comes out.

It's the simple things!

So... whither next, ladies?

I imagine France.
It's something of a hot spot.

So long as there are
electric lights, I'll go anywhere.

Oh, my God.
What?

Syd's been declared unfit
for all service.

He's being sent away
for three months to recuperate.

Sent where?
Home.

It seems another nurse is needed
on the next transport to Australia.

When does it sail?
Tomorrow.

Oh, that's... that's wonderful!

I'd like to be considered
for the position, please.

Well, it's tough nursing -

chronic VD sufferers,
dipsomaniacs, mental cases.

I don't mind.

Good.
Thank you, Miss Gould.

We'll miss you.
I'll be back.

I remember how ill you were
on the voyage over.

Chewing cloves is supposed to
ward off seasickness.

Aww! Thank you, Hilda.

And once Syd's well...

..this is for your voyage back.

What are you doing?

I'm coming to Alexandria overnight
to see you off.

Alice, it's your day off!
You should stay here and sleep.

Not catch a train to Alexandria
and back.

As you say, it's my day off
and I shall spend it as I like.

Now, where's Olive got to?

Here! It was right at the back
of the stores cupboard

but I couldn't have you leave

without this most essential piece
of nurses' equipment.

This too, s'il vous plait.

Thank you.

Take care.

Bye, Elsie.
See you in France!

There's the Staff Sergeant.

And the last of them,
all loaded!

Sister Elsie Cook reporting for duty.

I'm assigned
to the mental cases ward.

You're married.
Yes.

Isn't it a rule of
the Nursing Service

that members have got
to be single or widows?

Yes, but under the circumstances
that rule has been overlooked.

The circumstances here, in Egypt?

Yes.
Well, that contravention

of standing orders
won't be allowed in Australia.

The Army will expect its rules
to be followed to the letter,

so, you'll be dismissed.

What?
Dismissed?

As soon as you dock in Sydney.
I still want to serve.

Well, I suppose if you don't
go back to Australia

the status quo can remain.

But if you do sail, that's it,
there'll be no returning overseas.

All those not sailing,
off the ship now.

All those not sailing,
off the ship immediately.

What do I do?
I, uh, I dunno, um...

If you go home you'll be with Syd.

You'll be able
to give him proper care.

Once he's recovered
they'll send him back to the war,

and I'll have to stay
behind in Australia.

Maybe the war will be over by then.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

Give my love to Syd.
And mine to Harry.

Well, hoo-roo, Sister Ross-King.

Hoo-roo, Sister Cook.

Where do you imagine living
once the war's over?

Where do you want
to seek your fortune?

Melbourne, I suppose.

Or Perth.

Sydney... Washington... Anywhere?

Tierra del Fuego?

Anywhere.

Oh. Rock cakes.

Fancy that.

My dashing lieutenant
of the open mouth.

Give that thing here.

Would you like me
to take one of you together?

Yes, thank you, Sister Steele.

What do I do?
Press that one down there.

Well, I must be off.
Oh, no, Hilda.

Oh, no, no. I...

I need some wool
for a vest that I'm knitting.

I'll see you back at the lodge?
Yes.

What a glorious...

What?

Well, I was going
to mention the sunset, but...

I can talk about you if you'd like.

Oh, well...
It is a very beautiful sunset.

It is.

It is the most beautiful sunset
that I have ever seen.

After the war...

..when we're married...

..I'll give you a dress that colour.

Married?

Mmm.

Are you going to marry me,
Harry Lowry Moffitt?

Well, if you'll marry ME,
Alice Ross-King.

Nursing staff of No.1 AGH,
ready for duty.

I'm afraid No.1
isn't ready in return.

Here we go again. High Command have
decided that until we're open,

you're to be deployed
at British No.11.

Is this your idea of a joke?

I beg your pardon?
You call yourself a military nurse!

You're slatterns, the lot of you,

lowering our standards!
That's quite enough.

Everyone's talking of an offensive
east of here.

Some place called the Somme Valley.

The wounded are from British
as well as Australian divisions.

Many have been lying in no-man's-land
for days.

Expect gunshot wounds,
shrapnel, tetanus and gangrene.

A telegram - Harry's in France,
heading to the front!

He's going to pass through Rouen.
I'm gonna see Harry today!

Dooley!
Sister Haynes.

You remember me?
Of course I do.

You do now concede
that Dooley likes you?

Possibly, but...
And you like him too?

Whatever my feelings,
this isn't the time for that stuff.

Next Tuesday in April 25.

A year since the Gallipoli landing.