All language subtitles for Anzac Girls S01E05 - Mateship

Next Tuesday is April 25-

a year since
the Gallipoli landing.

A year? Already?

Somehow, I don't think we'll
beat the Germans any faster

if you don't fall in love
with Mr. Dooley.

Love? You haven't seen Harry
for weeks.

You don't even know
if he's alive.

Mr. Dooley - he's gone.

He was selected
for officer training.

Olive! I got a telegram
from Harry.

He's passing through Rouen.
I'm going to see Harry today.

Good luck to you too,
sweetheart.

I'm leaving No. 1 AGH.

The AIF matron-in-chief is
taking furlough to Australia.

We'll miss you.

I'll be back.

You see,
I'm going to volunteer.

- Pat!
- The casualty clearing station.

There's one quite near
Trois Arbres.

Take care. - There was a battle
at a place called Fromelles.

Harry was killed.

Artery forceps.

- Are you done yet?
- Coming, Captain.

Oh, dear.

S-sorry.
I'll put yours under now.

Cou...count for me.

One, t-two...

Oh, goodness!

I'm so... I'm so sorry.

There's no time
to get to the latrines.

Get ready to bring him up fast,
as soon as I'm done.

- We're almost there.
- Oh...

Sister, you'll have to finish
the anesthetic.

- Chloroform's just there.
- But I-I don't know...

Mine's in hypovolemic shock.
I need her to be ready.

- Get me 1/10th strychnine.
- Mr. Cooper can do that.

This boy's spleen has ruptured.
If I don't get it out, he's gone.

Go ahead.

And bring me some ether
while you're there.

- Yes, sir.
- Cooper, over here.

- Yes, Major.
- We'll do him fast.

- What if I give him too much?
- A few drops at a time.

- Hello there.
- Is it over?

Just relax. We'll be with you
the whole time.

Can you count with me to 50?

- More ligature.
- One...

- Dropping.
- ..two, three...

- That's it. Keep going.
- ..four...

He's turned a funny color,
Captain.

I think he's going to...

..vomit.

Come on, Sister.

That's it.

- He's ready for surgery.
- Very good, Sister.

- Strychnine ready?
- Yes, Major.

Do it.

We did it. We saved him.

- Good.
- Hm.

And ours is under.

Our shift's over.

Sister Ross King?

Alice?

- Alice.
- Yes?

We can go.
The day sisters are here.

"The son you raised
was kind, thoughtful

"and so very brave.

"I haven't heard from his
battalion, but each day I pray

"that this terrible news
will be contradicted."

Good morning.

How was your shift?

I'm writing to Harry's mother.

Let her know I'll forward on
any news I get.

Wouldn't she
have been informed already?

There's been no confirmation.

He could still be alive.

But didn't someone actually
see it happen?

A sergeant saw him fall, but
there's been no corroboration.

No record of his body
being found.

He's not on the German...

He's not on their list.

Oh, you've ripped
your stocking.

- I've got a spare one inside.
- Coming to breakfast?

- Here she is!
- Is it true?

You put a patient under?

Oh! We were very shorthanded.

And Captain Mooney talked me
through the whole thing...

But you still did it?
You gave an anesthetic?

- Yes.
- What type? A local?

- General?
- Uh, yes, indeed.

Um...it was a general.

Imagine if you'd given too much
and he...

- I mean, how'd the op go?
- Did the patient survive?

Oh... Crumbs. I don't know.

Looks like
you're about to find out.

- Sister Steele.
- Hello, Captain.

Hmm?

About what happened in theatre
this morning,

Major Springer and I
both agreed

you did ripping good work.

Indeed, if it wasn't for you
jumping in when you did

and keeping a level head,
I dare say

we'd have lost one or both
of those cases.

S-so the patient I put under,
he's still alive?

- Recovering very well.
- Oh!

If only we had one of you

for every theatre
across the frontier,

we'd stand a fighting chance.

You!

This porridge looks good.

Our cooks are such bricks.

I got you something. Alice.

It's not much, and I know
you and Lieutenant Moffitt

- weren't married...
- We were engaged.

Well, I just thought how hard
this must be for you and...

Well, perhaps you could
tie it around your hat

next time you go out.

Thank you,
but it's too generous.

- Oh, please, I insist.
- I have no time

for frills and furbelows -
I just...

I have to check the post.

She's still a bit jaggy.

Sergeant, these lists
they publish in Australia,

- do they come through here first?
- The casualty lists?

No, they get sent straight
to the newspapers back home.

This is from last month.
Do you have any recent papers?

No, I don't. I just
distribute the mail, love.

- All fed?
- Most of them are asleep.

Is that an ambulance?

I didn't hear a bugle.
And our ward's full.

- Well...
- Careful, buddy.

We've got one, two, three,
four patients sitting up

that we could
put into chairs.

I wouldn't worry about that,
Sister.

Thank you.

You're here,
and I'm on shift.

Well, it's nearly over.
I'll cover for you.

Go on. Imshi.

What are you doing here?

I broke my specs.

So I spoke to the colonel

about getting your
eye quack here to fix them.

Colonel could only square me
as far as No. 12 British...

So you bribed a driver
to take you the rest of the way.

Patski!

- How did you break your glasses?
- Oh, just under my foot.

You should have got a two-egg omelette,
seeing as we're sharing.

Company's gonna win the war.

It's good of Pete to let you
scurry off like that.

I'm always covering
for her and Norm when he visits.

Norm's her sweetheart.

So Pete and Norm
are fairly serious, then?

I wouldn't cover for her
if they weren't.

No, of course not.

But, as my friend Alice
likes to say,

"You've got to cast sweets
in the cup while you can."

Someone's in a hurry.

Mmm.

Patski!

I can't.

It's alright, kiddo.

I might be able to get a bit of
leave in a couple of weeks.

I was thinking
I might take you up to Blighty.

It's not as easy for us nurses
getting leave.

We're in short supply.

Fritz sure has a fancy for us
tonight.

That's the gas!

- Where's your mask?
- I haven't got one.

No. No, no, no.

No.

Oh!

I need a mask! I need a gas
mask! Do you have a gas mask!

Try the dispensary!
And get inside!

Come on, Dooley. Come on!

Ooh! Have you got any more?

My last one.
But there's soda.

- Thanks.
- Keep this on.

- Slow breaths.
- Help me!

Ah!

- Jesus.
- Stay here!

Here, inside!

- Help me! I can't see!
- Olive! I've got one here!

Help!

- I can't see.
- Come on.

This way.

Sit down,
keep your head still.

I can't see! Help!

- Keep still.
- Help me! Help me!

More soda.

Shh, shh, you'll be alright.

- Keep still. Just keep still.
- You'll be alright.

- Take deep, slow breaths.
- Help me.

I know it stings, but try to
stay still for me. It will ease.

It's not something
to trifle over.

One drop too much,
you kill the patient.

Not enough, he wakes up
in the middle of the operation.

But there's a shortage
of anesthetists,

not just in our unit, from
what Captain Mooney was saying.

- What's this?
- They've announced

an anesthetist
training program for nurses.

It might put noses out of joint
but it's a good initiative.

Kit, is that
a Victorian newspaper?

Yes, but it's two months old.

There any future nurse
anesthetists at this table?

Sorry.

- Hilda?
- I don't think I'm suitable.

That's not what I saw
in the theatre, Sister.

Alice?

Oh, I don't think I'm fit
for new tricks.

I need someone
to catch my mistakes.

We'll get to the
Schimmelbusch masks later.

No doubt, you'll all need
a few goes getting it right.

- But first, Sister Steele.
- Oh.

I'm about to open
an abscess.

What form of anesthesia
would you use?

Local anesthetic -
ethyl chloride.

- Using Richardson's apparatus.
- Correct.

And for an intra-abdominal?

Sister...Sister Ross King.

Chloroform, using the open-drop
method for induction,

- followed by ether.
- That's correct.

Unless the patient has
low blood pressure

or other idiosyncrasies,

in which case
the better choice would be

nitrous oxide/ethyl chloride
combination.

Very thorough.
Thank you, Sister.

- Now, I can't stress...
- You don't have to look so surprised.

My faculties are quite intact.

..and terrible accidents
have been known to happen

when a flame
is held too near.

I poked my head in the sisters
mess. I couldn't see you.

I've been making enemies there
of late.

Have you got news?

Please.

Alice, I don't think
we should hold out.

For?

For getting Harry's grave
made up.

Wh...what do you mean?

One of the men
from his battalion told me

they couldn't get to the ones
who'd fallen between the lines.

Should I make you
a lemon toddy?

Ah, what about the...
the wounded?

The stretcher-bearers
weren't collecting them?

Well, for days,
one could see an arm wave,

but it was impossible to get to
them beyond a certain distance.

So if he wasn't brought back
to our side by our people,

then the Germans
have taken him.

He could have been
taken prisoner.

Or buried in a mass grave.

The report is
that he was killed in action,

but no-one knows
what happened to his body.

If the Germans found him
and he was dead,

then why isn't his name
on their list?

Well, if he'd lost his ID
and his pay book,

they wouldn't know what name
to put on their death list.

"Dear Miss Deakin,
I would be terribly grateful

"if you could forward me
any information you find

"surrounding the death of
Lieutenant Harry Lowry Moffitt,

"53rd Battalion."

"He is reported to have been
killed in action,

"but as I have not been informed
of a place of burial

"nor received any news that
his body has been retrieved,

"I am considering the
not-very-cheerful possibility

"that he may have been taken
prisoner behind German lines."

That's it. You alright?

Hello, Sister Ross King.

Good morning, Matron Finlay.

Just going to make a start
on the pre-ops.

Actually, the boy in bed four
hasn't touched his breakfast.

Could you try?

Alice, I know you've had
a rough trot.

I mean, it must have been
horrendous when...

I better...

You'll let me know if you need
anything, though, won't you?

Are we ready to have something
to eat, Private...Foster?

Not hungry.

That's not something we hear
very often.

What's the point?

Can't bloody move, can I?

My girl back home
won't want to marry me.

Why do you think that?

Who wants a man
who can't dance?

The woman who loves him
regardless.

Come on.

Just a bite.

A spoonful
of heroin mixture twice daily

should fix up your cold.

Now, I want you to take
tomorrow off

while we can spare you.

Thank you, Matron.

Make that three days off.

- I'm sorry?
- You've been working

14 days straight, Alice.

I need to keep you fit.

What will I do
for three whole days?

- One franc for egg and chips?
- See why I insisted

you and Norm come with us?

Are we getting the usual?
One eggs? Two eggs?

No, no. I'm...I'm not hungry.

- Do you not want to be here?
- No, no, of course I do.

You were so determined
that we come here tonight.

- I...
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh!

~ Peg o' my heart

~ I love you

~ Don't let us part

~ I love you

~ I always knew

~ It would be you

~ Since I heard
your lilting laughter

~ It's your Irish heart
I'm after

~ Peg o' my heart

~ Your glances

~ Makes my heart say

~ "How's chances?"

~ Come, be my own

~ Come, make your home
in my heart. ~

Olive Lilian Creswell Haynes,

will you be my wife?

Can you say it again?

- Will you marry me?
- Yes!

Yes!

"My dear Mother,

"You all seem
so concerned about me at home,

"so I thought I'd better
get married after all.

"Pat has written to ask Father
and see if you approve."

Think your folks
will like me, kiddo?

Everyone likes you.

"We're not going to get married
until apr�s la guerre,

"and that might be 20 years.

"Write to him, won't you?"

"We haven't decided much

"other than to wait
until the war is over.

"That omelette
was really something.

"I wish I could have taken
a snap before we mopped it up."

"Hope to get some leave

"and see you all soon.

"Love, Olive."

I always knew
the way to Olive's heart

was through her stomach.

Are you alright?

They ought to get married
while they still can.

Fianc�e.

Fianc�e.

I'll make sure she gets it.

What's her address?

Your fianc�e's address?

- C...Christ...
- Christchurch?

Which suburb in Christchurch?

Private Foster.

His injuries.

I couldn't do
artificial respiration.

He had a broken spine
and a lung full of fluid.

There was
nothing you could do.

May I have your
attention, please, Sisters?

The following nurses
have been chosen

to continue
their anesthetics training

and will henceforth
be rostered in theatre.

Sister McNaughton.

With a score of 94 out of 100.
Congratulations.

Why is he reading out
the results, the wretch?

Sister Ross King,
with a score of 91 out of 100.

- Bravo.
- Good work, Alice.

Really good work.

- Third sister chosen...
- I've failed.

- ..full marks - 100 out of 100.
- That's alright.

I mean, I really like
the wards.

Sister Steele.

Sorry. What did he say?

Let's hope you've got
a steadier hand in surgery.

Can you feel that, Private?

Didn't feel a thing.
Is it over already?

Almost.

It's interesting
how the weak patients

often need more anesthetic
than the florid, muscular ones.

That throat patient you had
looked tricky.

Alice, the Germans have sent
through a prisoner-of-war list.

Harry's name isn't on it,

which means we still don't know
where he's been buried.

Or if he's been buried.

Moffitt.

If he can't tell them
his name,

then he doesn't get put
on the prisoner list.

And his name still hasn't
appeared on any death list.

Mightn't be an outright no.

"We cannot give our permission."
Their exact words.

People at home don't know
what it's like.

We have to face things
out here.

So, what have you
told them about Pat?

I told them
that he built me a shower,

that his real name's Norval

and that he wears specs.

What's funny?

You didn't think to tell them
that he just received

his commission for lieutenant?

That he studied law
at Melbourne varsity?

I would marry Pat regardless
of whether he had a bean

- or a prospect of making one.
- Yes, Pat's wonderful.

But all your parents know
is that their beloved daughter

is about to get hitched
in France

to a short-sighted handyman
called Norval.

Ooh-la-la!

Oh, I'm a clod!

- Imbecile!
- Oh...

Write to them again and
don't sell him short this time.

These Indian rubber gloves
would save you

- rubbing your skin raw, Major.
- Too bulky for my work.

I think that's
a matter of opinion.

How many cases do you think
you've put under now?

6 today, so that's 44 in total.

Have you thought
of transferring

to a casualty
clearing station?

Afraid of getting closer
to the front?

Uh...no. No.

That's not it.

The soldiers get
to the clearing stations

in just a couple of hours.

A nurse of your calibre
would make a greater difference

- there than here.
- Ready, sir.

Let's go it, shall we?

You'll be cracking 100 soon.

Thought any further
about joining the CCS?

I have. Yes.

But...my friends are here.

Sister Ross King.

She's very lucky to have
such a devoted friend.

Which reminds me,
I saw an article

in one of the Victorian papers
about Lieutenant Moffitt.

"Lieutenant
Harry Lowry Moffitt

"has met a soldier's death
in France.

"Accounts have been written
of the poor fellow

"who dies in hospital.

"But there is
a sadder experience,

"that of the gallant hero
struck down in the hour of...

"..hour of victory."

His whole battalion
was wiped out.

I know what you're thinking but
this doesn't prove anything.

- I'm not thinking...
- The Red Cross is still investigating.

They shouldn't be
printing this stuff.

Ohh!

For goodness sake! Do you
want me to break my neck?

I'm sorry, Alice. I know what
you've been through must...

"Been through"?

Why must everyone refer
to my pain as past tense?

Straighten up your side of
the dresser while you're at it.

This hut is unbearable
at the best of times.

The doctor is on his way.
Keep that leg elevated.

Help me, please!

Sister Haynes, this man needs
fresh clothes and a hot drink.

In here. You're right now.

Major, can you please help me?

How quickly can we get him
into theatre?

- You can leave him.
- He's hemorrhaging.

Get me a tourniquet and someone
to help me lift this patient.

I said the patient
on bed 12.

Is that an urgent case...

Our orders now are to conserve
the fighting force.

If they're moving, talking,
fix them up.

They're needed back
on the front.

But if they're dying?

Our orders are to concentrate
on the ones that aren't.

On with it.

I lost six men in that stunt.

We only sent three back
to the line.

Every nurse worth her salt
aspires to work

a clearing station,
but instead of patching them up

and sending them
to a general hospital...

We're shipping them
to the cemetery.

This infernal army.

They've gone completely mad.

C'est la guerre.
What can we do?

Has your pain gotten worse?

No, Sister.

It's just a sad song.

- Oh, I have more records.
- No.

Leave it, please.

It helps me remember.

- Home?
- Yeah, home.

- Hey, mate.
- That's fine. Thanks.

My country.

Where are you from?

Southern Queensland.

What about you?

City of Churches, Adelaide.

I suppose you miss it?

I suppose I do.

Me and my mate jumped
at the chance

to come over,
fight for Australia.

Get paid to see the world.

Just feels wrong to be going
back to the front without him.

He used to say to me, "Little
forward here, bit back there.

"Always death.

"Except for us."

Sister.

- What is it? Just tell me.
- It's Pete.

- Oh, it's Norm.
- No, it's her sister's husband.

He's been killed.

You never know when
your number's up in this game.

No.

"My dear Mother,
I got your letter

"telling me you didn't want me
to be engaged

"and that we'd be poor.

"Pat has his position
waiting for him back home.

"He's a lawyer.

"Everyone thinks the world
of Pat.

"He's a 2nd lieutenant now.

"So many of us
are losing loved ones.

"It's true.

"You never know when
your number's up in this game.

"Of course, we will wait
if that is what you wish."

They're just old-fashioned,
is all.

Must seem sudden
to them back home.

I've sent them
a picture of you.

Oh, great -
soon they'll find out

I have neither looks
nor money.

Look, kiddo, don't you think
we ought to get married soon?

It's...it's terrible

that Pete's brother-in-law
was killed,

but at least her sister
will get a widow's pension.

I think that's the least
of her concern.

Oh, it's not something
to be scoffed at.

If something happened to me,
you wouldn't get a penny -

we're not married.

Look, this is
the 20th century, Olive.

You don't need
their permission.

I should hop along now.

I love you, Ol. Don't be mad.

I love you too, Dooley.

I know you've been
wanting news,

so I spoke to my mate
at Horseferry Road -

he works
in the records department.

Told him to look out
for your Lieutenant Moffitt.

Thank you.

And a letter
from the Red Cross.

"Sister Ross King,

"We very much regret
to inform you

"that the name
Lieutenant Harry Moffitt,

"53rd Battalion, AIF,

"has come through
on a German death list

"dated 4 November 1916.

"What we have gathered
is that on 19 July,

"the regiment was at I'avant

"and he went over the top
at 5:40pm

"to attack
the German trenches.

"Lieutenant Moffitt
was with Colonel Norris,

"leading the battalion.

"The colonel was killed
by a shell

"and Lieutenant Moffitt
called out

"for four men to bring him in.

"No sooner had he done so,

"he himself was shot
in the back of the head

"and fell dead
across the colonel's body.

"It must be a source of comfort
for you to know

"that he sacrificed his life
so gallantly

"in attempting to recover..."

A death list came out.

Harry was on it.

Sister Steele.

Yes, Matron?

I'm afraid I have
some bad news.

I know. I'm on my way to see
Sister Ross King now.

Well, I didn't think
she'd be as upset as you.

The Surgeon General
has refused to sanction

Australian army nurses
for anesthetist work.

You'll be working
in the fracture ward

- for the rest of the week.
- Oh.

It does appear
that some in the army

think it's an unsuitable job
for a woman.

Oh.

Well.

I suppose
they must have their reasons.

Could you tell
Sister Ross King for me?

- Yes.
- Well, goodness, steady on!

You'll come a cropper!

Alice.

Ohh.

Oh! Have you seen Alice?

- She wasn't in the mess.
- Maybe she's taken a walk?

Though in this icy weather...

Alice!

Thank heavens!

Ohh!

I'm so sorry I worried you.

I'm so sorry.

You're not from Christchurch,
are you?

No, Auckland.

I won't hold it
against you, Hilda.

I still haven't managed to find
poor Foster's fianc�e.

He said Christchurch.

- You didn't ask where I lived.
- I thought you're from Dunedin.

I am. But I have cousins
in Christchurch.

If you feel dizzy
or faint...

- How's that now?
- Good, thanks.

- And I recognize that accent.
- I heard yours too.

- Which island are you from?
- The South.

- Oh!
- Queenstown.

Ah. I'm from Auckland.

Well, I won't hold that
against you, Sister.

Why not?
Everyone else seems to.

How come you don't have
one of those swank badges

like the rest of
the New Zealand sisters?

- There are badges?
- All the sisters

at the Kiwi hospital
at Wisques all had them.

Oh - well,
I suppose it's because

I sailed with
the Australian contingent.

- Well, you're still one of us.
- Yes.

Yes.

I'm a New Zealander!

That's the spirit.

Transport's ready
for you blokes.

Not your parents, then?

My brother, my aunt
and my old headmaster.

- They're ignoring me.
- They're ignoring you.

I've put in
for leave, Olive.

As soon as I get out,
we're getting married.

I'm going home.

You'd leave Norm here?

He's got three weeks leave
coming up.

We'll go to England
and Scotland.

You'd give up your job for three
weeks with Norm in Scotland?

You'd give up your job for three
weeks with Norm in Scotland?

These two inside.

Over here, please.

Let's clean you up.

Olive.

Olive.

Gunshot wound to chest.

And lungs.

Lift him. Keep him still.
Keep him very still.

You've immobilized him.
Time to let nature do its work.

This one, we can save.

- The other end, Sister.
- I have seen my share of chest wounds,

and the ones from bullets always
fare better than shrapnel.

Less chance of infection
from foreign bodies.

Sister Haynes,
our orders are to...

I don't care about orders!
This is my fianc�.

And if the army kicks me out for
saving his life, then so be it.

- Get him to the X-ray tent.
- Got it.

If the bullet's gone through,
we'll excise the wounds.

Until then, do your job.

Is it alright
if I check your dressing?

- Of course.
- It's not too tight?

No, it's fine. Thank you.

Send it.

- Matron Finlay.
- Sister Ross King.

Thank you
for the medicine, Matron.

- I'm feeling a lot better.
- I'm glad to hear it.

Oh, Sister.

Could you pass these on
to your Kiwi tentmates?

Save me the trip.

- So glad they came.
- So YOU ordered these.

I had Matron Finlay write to

the New Zealand
matron-in-chief.

Lot of effort to go to
for a badge.

I disagree. It's a pleasure
to be serving with you Aussies.

But we do, in fact, belong
to the New Zealand Army.

What's she up to?

- Matron Wilson!
- Sister Steele.

- How nice to see you.
- You're back from London?

Yes. And I'm quite pleased
to be back on the ground.

Was there something
we can help you with?

Yes.

Um...

As you know,
the Surgeon General decreed

that Australian nurses were no
longer to work as anesthetists.

Well, I'm a New Zealander.

In the short time that I worked
as a nurse anesthetist,

I put 130 cases under
with no mortalities.

I'd like to be rostered back on
in theatre, please.

Do we have a copy
of the order handy?

Ah...

You're quite right -
the Surgeon General

very specifically states
that Australian nurses

are forbidden to work
as anesthetists.

He says nothing about
New Zealand nurses.

Suppose it depends on
how you look at it.

The Shipway's
warms the thing,

through this flask
of hot water.

So it conserves body heat.

Must be excellent
for long surgeries.

Precisely.

Welcome back, Sister Steele.

How was your first shift back
as anesthetist?

Busy and fascinating.

If there is one good thing
coming out of this war,

it is the advancement
and technology.

Today, I learnt how to use
the Shipway's...

I'm so sorry.
I'm such a braggart.

You're not even allowed
to do it anymore.

Hilda.

I'm more suited
to the wards anyway.

I'm actually starting to enjoy
being around people again.

People who aren't unconscious.

In fact,

one of the Canadian patients
lent me his book of poetry.

Private Foster's fianc�e -

24 Cobb Street, Woolston,
Christchurch.

The bullet went
straight through.

I just had to deal with
the damage it did in transit.

Where do you think
he'll be sent? Rouen? Amiens?

Probably Wimereux.

From there, sent back
to England to convalesce.

And then from Blighty
back to the front.

I wouldn't think so.

I know you played it down
to get him into surgery,

but it still is a nasty wound.

He won't be
seeing action again.

Thank you, Major. Thank you.

There you go.

I know you like
dreaming up excuses to see me,

but this is a bit extreme.

- I have something to tell you.
- Me first.

I'm gonna marry you,
Pat Dooley,

and I don't give two hoots
what my parents say.

- Your father cabled.
- What did he say?

You never really doubted it,
did you?

- Ohh! Ahh!
- Does that hurt?

Yeah.

Melbourne or Adelaide?

Melbourne.

Cats or dogs?

Can't we have both?

I want a black-and-white cat

with not too much white.

And a fox terrier.

We'll call 'em Bully and...

Omelette.

- That all sounds marvelous.
- Mmm.

There's just one thing
I need to do before I go home.

I know that Pat's good
at building showers,

- but what else does he do?
- He's terribly bright.

He's from Victoria,
and all his friends say

he was cleverest in his year
at Melbourne varsity.

He's just a top trick. He's
always out for other people.

And...he's got one brother
and one sister...

Poor Hilda's had a monster
of a roommate in yours truly.

You must be sick of getting
asked how you're faring, but...

I long for him all the time.

It's intolerable.

I feel like
I've lost everything.

What Harry saw in you,
you haven't lost that.

You still have a future.

You haven't lost everything.

Is that Major Prior?

Who's that
Red Cross Bluebird?

Elsie!

Oh...

I was at No. 4 Randwick, and
it was only a matter of time

before the army sent Syd
back to the war.

- Mmm.
- Then I heard the Red Cross

were asking for nurses for
the French military hospitals,

so I resigned from
the Australian Nursing Service

and set sail
five days later.

- Now I'm at Amiens.
- I see the Red Cross

don't object
to you being married.

All they wanted were nurses
who could speak French

and weren't afraid
to get their hands dirty.

- I beg your pardon?
- She said your French is terrible.

How's Captain Cook?

It's Major Cook now.

He's in England but tells me
he'll be in France any minute.

Are you still reading
'The Rub�iy�t'?

I haven't been able to yet.

Though one of my patients
got me onto an American poem

by a woman named Ellen Gates.

- Can I read it?
- Mm-hm.

"I shall not cry
Return! Return!

"Nor weep my tears away

"But just as long as
sunsets burn

"And dawns make no delay

"I shall be lonesome,
I shall miss

"Your hand, your voice,
your smile, your kiss."

"Not always
shall this parting be

"For though I travel slow

"I too may claim eternity

"And find the way you go

"And so I do my task and wait

"The opening
of the outer gate."

Some of these boys I feel
I've seen three or more times.

They'll be nothing more than
an army of rag dolls soon.

And Britain wants
a sixth Australian division.

How can we meet that
without conscription?

They're talking about
another referendum.

Our boys take dose
after dose until they're killed

and the rotters stay home
talking.

Alice, I think
we should volunteer

for the casualty clearing
station.

- Alright.
- I think a change will be good

for both of us... Oh.

Olive went on and on
about those omelettes.

Don't you think
we ought to try one?

Bonzer.

I'd better get back.

Ah, Miss Wilson.

- Checkpoint.
- Passes.

- Fritz must be about.
- Syd's unit's been moved.

He's been posted
to Fricourt.

Could you take a couple
of passengers to Fricourt?

Take you ladies
all the way to Berlin,

long as you've got passes.

Passes? Of course.

The army might move Syd
tomorrow, Fraser.

A bomb might drop on us
tomorrow.

There might not be a tomorrow.

If we wait, our chance
of getting to Fricourt

drives away.

I'm looking for
Major Sydney Cook.

His company's at the front.

- When are they expected back?
- Should've been here by now.

Alice! Alice!