All language subtitles for Tomorrow When The War Began s01e03.eng

These guys are hardcore. They've
got tanks and assault rifles.

It's a suicide mission!

For the safety of these
children, I need you...

..to tell me who they are.

Is Lee alright?

Mrs Takkam?

I came to get this.

- It was a little bit funny.
- No, it wasn't.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Three soldiers have been
hit by petrol bombs.

I heard them describe who did it.
It sounds like our kids.

Ell? You awake?

Yeah.

What are you thinking about?

Dumb question.

It's all so messed up.

Yeah, I know.

Being in my own house kinda makes
me feel a bit better, though.

We've had a lot of
fun in this house.

Our first sleepover was
when we were five.

Was that the underwater castle
party or the tea party?

I don't know.

But I know there were dolly
dress-ups and lipstick involved.

Then we grew up.

We were so innocent.

We still were a
couple of days ago.

We thought wars happened
to other people.

Why didn't you shoot him?

After him! Go! Go!

And don't come back
until you've found him.

We need to get going.

- How's your leg?
- Fine.

Once everyone's
awake, fill the Landie..

food, clothes, petrol,

any rifles, tools, everything.

Then go back to Hell.

- For how long?
- Well, how long's a war?

Dad used to tell us about the coups
in Bangkok when he was a kid.

He said you only got hurt if
you pretended life was normal.

And ours isn't now.

This is a war.

We need to start
acting like soldiers.

Hell's not on any
map so it's safe.

What about our parents?

Our parents want us to be safe.

We have to be selfish,
at least for now.

What'd I miss?

Alright, gather round.
Listen up.

The Linton farm's clear.

Mackenzie farm next.

Saddle up.

If I'd listed
essentials a week ago,

candles and rice would
not have made it.

Phone, computer, useless now.

Presenting to you...

Hey, Corker.

..a can of farty beans.

That's borderline dad humour.

Yeah, made you laugh, but.

She always laughs at dad humour.

Guilty. And not ashamed.

Hey, babe, your, uh, mum
got any protection?

Is that all you
ever think about?

- I'm a man.
- Are you?

- Any ammo?
- I'll get it for you.

What was that?

Get away from the windows!

One of them's backing away.

- Holy crap!
- What?

Run!

I'll get the Landie.
Get to the trees!

- Homer, no, it's not safe!
- Just go!

Run! Run! Keep going!

- I can't do this.
- Yes, you can!

Other countries
won't get involved.

Don't we have treaties?

I can't really see them rushing in
and dying to save us. Can you?

Why were we even invaded?
What do they want?

They think we have too
much for so few people.

We have all this
land and resources,

and there are people
not too far away

in countries packed in so tight.

That's not our fault.

You can't blame them
for resenting us.

You reckon fair enough, do you?

Let them walk in and
take whatever they want,

everything our parents
have worked for.

Chill out.

Is that what's in
her Bible, huh?

"Do unto others, even if it
means blow up their houses

"and try to kill them"?

I don't know any religion that
tells people to steal and kill.

Understanding where they're coming
from doesn't mean I support it.

The fact is,

we might have killed their soldiers
the other night in that explosion.

And if we did...

..they're not going to stop
until they've killed us.

Hey, babe. What's up?

I'm never going to
see my house again.

Don't cry, Cor.
Everything'll turn out OK.

It won't!

- I miss Mum...
- Hey.

..so bad.

Hey. I'm here. I'm here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Am I interrupting?
- No way.

You're really good at that.

I love it. It's my
way of relaxing.

- I'll do yours.
- Really?

Yeah.

Haven't got a clue what my
hair looks like right now.

I usually do this in
front of a mirror.

I try to stay away from
mirrors as much as possible.

Why? You're gorgeous.

Missionary's daughter
cannot be too vain.

Wow, your parents
are missionaries?

Work in war zones, protecting
people, which is deeply ironic.

Here I am, their only child,
in the middle of a war

and nowhere to be seen.

I'd hate my parents to leave me.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's not
being very sensitive.

They've done it since
I was a little kid.

I'm used to not relying on them.

Yeah, I'm beginning to realise I've
always taken mine a bit for granted.

Looking good is pretty dumb

when you think about
what's happening to us.

True.

I'd kill for a soapy
bath right now.

When we get out of here I'll take
you to my mum's favourite salon.

Mani-pedi for both of us.

What's that, a drink?

Manicure-pedicure.

Sounds like fun.

If we ever get out of here.

We will.

Won't we?

- There you go.
- How's it look?

Instagrammable.

Missionary's daughter
takes vain selfie.

You're not worried?

About... maybe never
getting back home?

Of course I am.

I pray every night.

Thanks for the plait.

I love the way it feels.

Through the gates.
Come on. Move!

Thank you.

Here.

- Could be poison.
- They're not animals.

Really?

Look at the way
they're treating us.

We've just got to work
out what they want.

Why's Wirrawee so important?

My guess is Cobblers Bay.

It's a deep water port.

Bring their men and their
ammo in by ship to Cobblers,

then down the Wirrawee Highway

into the guts of the
country by truck.

If we could find a way to hurt 'em
here, that'd really stuff things up.

No, thanks. You and stuffing
things up seem to go hand in hand.

No offence.

And I'm not going to stop trying
to find us a way out of here.

Fair enough.

Attention, attention...

Something's going on out there.

All prisoners are to assemble
in the main compound.

Jack and Daniel will be OK.

Do you think they could
have been killed?

They still could be.

Who's this?

My name is Colonel Lee.

I'm in charge of this operation.

I've been informed of
activity amongst some of you

that is not in the best
interest of those involved

and not useful to the
success of this operation.

I am prepared to give
offenders a second chance.

But in order for this
undertaking to run smoothly,

I urge all of you to work
with us, not against us.

Once our duty is done here, you
may go back to your homes.

- Everyone out.
- Mum.

- Do you think it's the kids?
- Move!

Nuh.

Lucky. Who wants to
be stuck in here?

But they'd be with us.

Keep moving.

Linton! Elizabeth Linton.

Move.

- Where am I going?
- Liz!

Where are we going?

Every day from now on,
you'll be going to work.

Yannos.

- Camp maintenance today.
- And what about my house?

- Maybe tomorrow?
- No talking!

Thanks, Corporal.

Chris Maxwell.

Mum.

I'm his mother.
I want to go with him.

Not you.

See you later. You'll be fine!

Umar Takkam. You'll be
going to your restaurant.

This way.

Go inside.

What's going on?

I need reports
on enemy activity in our sector.

See to it immediately.

Mrs Maxwell. This is my temporary
home until we sort something out.

- Are you hungry?
- No. Thank you.

And your car. I hope you understand
that's only a short loan.

Feel free to take a shower
once you've finished cleaning.

- Can I ask a question?
- Of course.

Why am I here?

You're cleaning the
Command Base, that's all.

Take any items that you or your
husband and son might need

to make your lives
more comfortable.

That it?

There's rabbits out here.
And possums.

- We'll be alright for a while.
- Possums?

That, or you starve.

I can look for yams.

Good luck with that.

Well, it's called having a crack.
You should try it sometime.

There's wire. I can
make rabbit traps.

What? I go to church so I don't
know how to hunt rabbits?

No no. No, it's just this.

This is what we're doing..

hiding out till the war ends,
eating possums and rabbits?

We could surrender.

They tried to kill us. They
shot him in the leg. Hmm?

- You're not angry about that?
- Kevin!

We can't let whatever
happened just happen.

- Well, what's your plan, then?
- Not this.

Huh? Not being scared to move.

We have to fight.

None of us are saying
we want to hang around

and eat barbecue possum
for the rest of our lives.

Well, personally
I love barbecue possum.

Hey, we're all knackered.

Let's chill for a
while and refuel.

What?

I know what I'm talking about.

It's not what you're saying,
it's how you're saying it.

I've got an attitude problem.

You can't keep going
off like that!

Everyone's going to
end up hating you.

The only person I care about is you.
Everyone else can go get stuffed.

We might be here for ages.

Do you really want to be fighting
with everyone, every day?

Course not.

Things have changed.

We need to change too.

How do you know where to dig?

It's my survival instinct.

Is that something
you were born with?

I wish.

I used to watch all those shows
on telly with Dad and Mum.

You know, they say women are better
at digging for yams than men.

I wouldn't be.

Have a go. You might be expert.

I'm hopeless at it.

No, you're hard on yourself.

Yeah, maybe.

I overanalyse things sometimes.

At least this whole war thing's

made me stop thinking
about myself so much.

You know, if this
hadn't have happened,

we probably wouldn't have
even spoken to each other.

I bet you thought I was a loser.

I didn't know you then.

What do you know now?

Mmm...

That there's a lot more to you

than that guy who used to bang his
head against a window at school.

And you know a lot about yams.

Oh, sexy!

And...

..you make me feel...

..better about myself.

I like that.

Yeah, so do I.

Everything's so confusing.

I want to break up with Kevin.

What? Why?

I don't want to feel scared or
responsible for someone else

with all this going on.

You're freaking out about everything.
We all are.

It's more than that.

Even before all this happened, I was
changing and he was staying the same.

- He wants us to have kids.
- Now?

I don't know, but I don't even
want to think about kids.

Of course you don't.

How can you break up
with someone in a war?

You can't. It's impossible.

So you're saying I
can't tell him?

It's not like you can stop
hanging out in the same places

to avoid each other.

Trust me, being chased
by an invading army

and having boyfriend
problems at the same time...

That's not a sentence
you hear every day.

Just remind me when we get out of
here, stay single for at least...

- A week.
- Ellie!

- Two months.
- Maybe one.

You've known Homer a long time.

Forever. He's like my brother.

He's not even someone I'd normally
be interested in but he's different.

Yeah, he's certainly that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Let me.

How's your leg?

Um, it's getting better.

You never said much about what
happened at the showground.

Well, it was hard to see.

There were searchlights...

But you saw Corrie's mum.

You didn't see my mum?

Ellie.

I didn't want to
leave her there,

but she couldn't move.

She was bleeding...

Lee, she'd been shot.

I didn't see it happen.

Did she say anything?

Was Dad there?

No, I only saw her.

She asked about you and I
told her you were safe.

Lee!

No, Lee!

Alright! Let's
get them out.

You two, get power tools
from the workshop.

- Keep the soldiers busy.
- What?

- Distract them.
- How?

You, over there!
Get to work.

- Check it out.
- Idiot!

Ellie? Ellie, it's Mum!

Oh, God. Lee. Lee. Let me help.

I'm OK. Ellie's safe.

Where is she?

Hell.

Have you seen my
mum, Mrs Linton?

Is my mum OK?

I'm so sorry, Lee.

What are you doing in there?

Keys for the generator.

Follow me!

- He's not here.
- And neither is the Landie.

- At least he made it out safely.
- Now we haven't got wheels.

We can't be stuck
here without wheels.

We need to go into town and
get something to drive.

- What if Lee comes back and we're...
- Oh, forget about Lee, OK?

I nearly got myself killed doing some
ridiculous stunt down an awning.

I'm sick of him and
his dummy spits.

He just found out his
mum's been shot.

But he still might
not come back.

Don't say that.

- Kevin's right.
- We've gotta get some transport.

And artillery.

We've gotta arm ourselves with
anything we can get our hands on.

Artillery?

The heavier the better.

We need to be ready
for anything.

'Cause something's telling me
this war could go on for a while.

While we're in there
we should raid a farm.

Grab some things to
keep our stocks up.

- Whose farm?
- Mine's the closest.

I don't want us to shoot anyone.

Unless they shoot first.

There wasn't much to do.
I can be taken back.

The Colonel still
wants you here.

But I'm finished.

He wants you to have
lunch with him.

You should get changed.

I'm not a stranger
to this country.

I studied here.

I had very good teachers.

I believe you were a teacher.

Not for long.

You didn't like it?

I loved it.

But I... I met my husband and...

Aha. Life is full of surprises.

Some better than others.

My father was born here.

I like your countrymen.
They're brave and loyal.

But sometimes, they're foolish.

Your husband is being questioned.

We believe he tried
to escape the camp

and join a rebel group
terrorising the town.

He's not any kind of rebel.
He made a mistake.

There's a harsh reality
to this situation.

No-one is coming to
this country's rescue.

It's on its own.

It's a case of survival
of the fittest.

I'd like to think
we'll all survive.

So would I.

But there are men here who can
make your life dangerous, Rachel.

It is a time to be
brave, not foolish.

You understand?

- Yes.
- Good.

Then you will understand
what I need you to do.

If any prisoner is talking about
escape, I'd like you to tell me.

If we can avoid it happening,
we can avoid the consequences.

Agreed?

Yes.

Can I ask for
something in return?

Go ahead.

That my family be
safe and unharmed.

I will do everything in my power
to make sure that happens.

Thank you.

If anyone asks about
your working for me,

tell them you're giving English
lessons to the officers.

Of course.

Keep the prisoners
out of this area.

No access at all.
It's a restricted area.

I need to see Ell.

Oi. Move. Move.

I can't sleep
thinking about her.

Is she hungry? Is she scared?

Is she hurt?

Fi's never even been hiking.

Now she's got an invading
army to deal with.

Kids will surprise you.

You, get back to your room.

Dad? Dad?

Come on, hurry up.

OK, see you later.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Looks empty.

I'll go check. Stay here.

Hi.

When you were little you used
to call it the 'hoppital'.

"Mum's at the hoppital."

I'm not little anymore, Mum.

What did they say?

Time to have courage, agapi.

Homer?

Homer?

We were getting worried.

All good.

Where's the first aid kit?

In the laundry.

You OK?

Rain gear's there too.

Should be some trail bikes out the
back if they haven't been taken.

Awesome.

What's that?

Get down!

Alright, everyone out. You're
working in the fields today.

Come on, move it.

There's only two of them.
I could totally take them out.

Or we could.

What do you mean,
"take them out"?

And the other one?

I don't want anything
to do with this.

We talked about fighting.
This is fighting.

Arggh!

What's going on?

We don't want to shoot you. Put your
gun down and get on the ground.

Stop it! OK. OK.

Who are you?

It's us, Mr. Morgan.

Ellie Linton, Corrie Mackenzie,
Robyn Mathers.

We used to come to the post
office when we were kids.

What happened to you?

We've changed.

Homer.

We can escape.

No, no. No, no, no. If anyone runs,
the whole camp will be punished.

That's all of your families. OK?

Just give 'em back
their weapons, hey?

No!

Don't be stupid, OK?

You could ruin it
for everyone, OK?

We're going to get
our farms back soon.

This should stay between us, OK?

I don't believe you.

Give them back
their weapons, OK,

or your mum, Ellie,

and yours and yours will
get sent away, or worse!

Give them back their guns so
they can shoot us with them?

Listen. Listen to me, OK?

The more trouble you make,
the more trouble you bring.

Come here. Come here.

Homer!

God, I'm glad to see you.

I know.

We need to need to find Fi.

We will.

- Mr Takkam.
- Please, it's Umar.

This is my husband
Daniel and my son Chris.

Sorry to interrupt. If I may have a word?
If you don't mind?

Yes?

I won't tell them.

Tell them what?

You and the Colonel.

I've seen you coming
and going in the car

and now your husband's released.

It's nothing.

Are you being honest
with your husband?

Go away.

I said I won't say anything.

What do you want?

I'm going to kill the Colonel and
you're going to help me do it.

Why did you come back?

- Where is everyone?
- They were definitely gunshots.

If we can hear their gunfire, it
means they're getting closer.

Whatever it is you are
doing for the Colonel...

- It's not what you think.
- Doesn't matter what I think.

I'd like you to join me
for dinner one evening.

What you are building
is a prison.

What happened? What's going on?

- I'm going in.
- No, no, no, no.

Homer! Stay down.

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