(Distant gunshot)
(Explosion)
(Speaks Turkish)
(Yells indistinctly)
ALL: Allahu Ekber!
Allahu Ekber!
ALL: Allahu Ekber!
(Barks command)
(Man screams)
(Issues command)
(All cheer)
I think we're close, mate.
I think we're very close.
(Horse whinnies)
(Grunts)
(Laughs)
(Dog barks)
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Told you there was water there, didn't I?
Told you. (Laughs)
(Dog barks)
Lizzie?
Everything alright?
(Forced laugh) Arthur's worn through
the toe of his boot again.
What does he do?
(Laughs)
The boys are all in bed.
They're waiting for you to read to them.
- I'm bone-tired, Lizzie. - Oh, come on.
You know this is their favourite time of the day.
'Prince Hussain called to the man
and asked him why the carpet he wished to sell
was so expensive,
saying, "It must be made of something
quite extraordinary."
The Merchant replied,
"My Prince, your amazement will be
all the greater when I tell you that it is enchanted.
Whoever sits on this carpet, closes his eyes
and says the magic word 'Tangu'
may be transported through the air in an instant.
Wherever his heart desires to be."'
I hit water at 15 feet.
Bit brackish but good pressure.
With water we'll be able to
put stock in that valley block.
They didn't even wipe the mud off it.
It's been four years, Liz.
You're so clever.
You can find water
but you can't even find your own children.
Why can't you find them?
(Sobs)
You lost them!
(Soldiers shout)
Come on, Art!
You won't win any medals up there, mate!
Yeah, it's two hours back to Rainbow,
we've got to get a wriggle on!
- You got that? - Yeah.
I reckon I got it by now, Dad.
Arthur...
Look after me brothers and keep me bloody head down.
I know.
(All cheer)
- Love you, Dad - See you, Dad!
(Dog barks)
Lizzie?
Lizzie!
(Dog continues barking)
Lizzie?!
Lizzie!
(Shovel scrapes against dirt)
You understand, in all conscience,
I could not bury your wife in consecrated ground
if I thought she had taken her own life.
Consecrated ground is his promise to the faithful.
She fell in and drowned, so your conscience is clear.
Three sons killed.
That was quite an ordeal for Eliza.
As the book of Job teaches us,
God sets these trials for a reason.
Many families in the district have made similar sacrifices
for king and country.
You know, you have a gall coming in here,
making demands.
You haven't stepped inside this place for four years,
you haven't been to confession,
you're all but lost to God.
Yes.
And you and God can feed me to the pigs for all I care.
But you knew this woman.
She was here every Sunday.
I've dug the grave, I made the coffin,
all I'm asking you to do is say some words
and throw some dirt.
That cart of yours...
..would make a useful benefaction for our community.
An offering to God.
Well, He might as well take that too.
(Dog barks)
I'll find them, love.
I'll find them and I'll bring them home to you.
(Shovel scrapes against dirt)
Nearly there.
Thank you.
Not now. Later. Thank you.
Major Hasan Bey to see Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes
- at the War Graves. - We know who he is, mate.
Righto.
Four years ago they'd have given me a VC
for shooting that bastard.
Lieutenant-Colonel Hughes,
may I present Major Hasan Bey.
Major Bey was commander of...
Just Major Hasan.
- Bey just means Mister. - Yes. Indeed.
Mr Bey gave you boys hell at Lonesome Pine, Sir.
We all know who Major Hasan is, Lieutenant. Thank you.
Merhaba. Hosh geldieniz.
Hosh Bulduek. Turkce biliormusunuz?
Ah...
English?
I see you have finally taken the Peninsula.
Yes.
Lost the battle, won the war.
Well, Sergeant Tucker here
will show you to your accommodations.
Perhaps once you've refreshed we could meet in my tent?
- Thank you. - Right this way.
While I'm here, I thought I'd make myself useful.
If you have any horses that need any work,
I might go for a little ride.
Preferably something with a bit of pep.
Ah, Sergeant Tucker, acquaint Lieutenant Greeves
with Widowmaker.
She could use a workout.
With pleasure, Sir.
Now, we've already started work in this area,
in the Nek down to Hill 971.
I assume they briefed you fully at the war office.
We would appreciate your help locating our dead.
Your dead?
Lost over 10,000 ANZACS here on Gallipoli
and still don't know where half of them are.
Some were buried properly
but a lot of the graves have been lost, overgrown
or washed away, or their crosses were pilfered
for firewood after we evacuated.
Retreated.
You were here?
First Light Horse.
What do you need of me?
Well, the land has changed,
but you know the area better than anyone.
I was hoping you could help us
locate the companies we lost track of.
We can start in the morning.
(Sighs)
We lost 70,000 men.
Here.
At Çanakkale.
For me, this place is one big grave.
I don't know what you chaps were belly-aching about.
This is a veritable Garden of Eden.
If your troops had taken this hill on the first day,
we would have been finished.
How close did we get?
There.
There you go, Sir. Your Garden of Eden.
Joshua? Where are the boys?
Ed, Henry, let's go home.
Run!
Come on, Ed!
Boys?
Boys?!
Art! Ahhh!
Ed!
Get down!
(All moan)
It's alright, boys. It's alright.
Good on you, Art, for not leaving your brothers behind.
Hey, Ed, what's the magic word?
The one that makes the carpet fly?
- Tonga? - Tangu, you wombat.
That's it - Tangu.
Come on, cuddle up. Get tight, close your eyes.
Ed's peeping, Dad.
Ed, close your eyes.
It only works if your eyes are closed.
Alright, boys, let's get out of here. All together.
ALL: Tangu!
(Indistinct shouting)
Bugger off, the pair of you.
Go away. No.
- No? - No.
Anything you want my mama can make.
Hot water, no Germans.
No. Clear off.
Beautiful hotel.
Best room.
I'm going to Gallipoli.
- How do I get to Gallipoli? - Huh?
I want to go to Gallipoli.
(Speaks Turkish)
- Mister? Mister? - Gallipoli.
(Speaks Turkish)
Come to our hotel.
Beautiful hotel. Beautiful view.
Anything you want, my Anne can make.
Maybe you can help me. I'm going to Gallipoli.
No, you're not.
No-one goes there without a permit.
You'll have to go to the British War Office
- in Sultanahmet. - Where?
- Sultanahmet. We go! - Old city.
And... I'd keep an eye on your bag if I were you.
Crafty little buggers.
♪ MIDDLE-EASTERN TUNE
Oi!
Mister! Mister!
Where you go?
Little bastard.
Give me that bag, you little bastard.
See, beautiful hotel.
Clean sheets, hot water, no Germans.
Hello.
I, uh... I need a room.
You're from England?
No.
No, I'm from Australia.
Um, I'm sorry, Orhan has made a mistake.
We have no rooms.
Your son dragged me halfway across this wretched city.
Ah, no, no, no, no. The boy was right.
Our best room is now vacant, Mister...?
Connor. Joshua Connor.
You are most welcome, Mr Connor.
The room is up the stairs.
Breakfast is at eight.
Would you like for her to bring the tea?
Uh, no. No, thanks.
But your son did mention there might be some hot water.
Ah, it is shameful to lie.
You are a spoilt mother's boy.
Oh, no, it's alright. I must have just misunderstood.
Please, please. It is his duty.
Thank you very much.
This your room.
You seem to know where everything is.
How about tomorrow you take me to the War Office?
- I'll pay you. - Yes, you will.
(Knock on door)
Towels for you, Mr Connor.
I am preparing you a hot bath down the hall.
It will take some time.
My son is no liar.
He seems a very resourceful boy.
He is. Very resourceful.
You have children?
Yes.
Three sons.
(Prayers chanted in distance)
What are they selling?
They're not selling anything, Mr Connor.
It's a call to prayer.
Your guide book is out of date.
I didn't come here to sightsee.
You should see the Blue Mosque, at least.
Even in my 'wretched city'
it is a beautiful place to find God.
I didn't come here for him either.
I'm on my way to Gallipoli.
You mean Çanakkale.
There is nothing there but ghosts.
My son, he cannot help you tomorrow.
He is needed here.
Have your bath and come back.
I regret to inform you
we do not issue civilians travel permits to Dardanelles.
It remains a very sensitive military zone.
In fact, our friends the Greeks have made things
even more complicated
by invading Turkey's western coast.
It'll be some time before we bring order to this chaos.
Arthur, Henry and Edward Connor.
All served in the 7th AIF Battalion.
They all enlisted together.
And they died together. All killed in the one day.
August 7th... 1915, at Lone Pine.
Yes. We do have the Imperial Graves Unit
on the Peninsula as we speak.
They have a formidable task ahead of them.
You must understand,
these men on Gallipoli, they are experts.
All I need from you is a piece of paper and a stamp
saying that I can go there.
I simply couldn't, Mr Connor,
even if that were my inclination.
I can find them.
How could you possibly hope to do that?
Do you know what the army used to do
with the rank and file dead
after Waterloo, Crimea, Khartoum?
They would dig an enormous bloody pit
and rake the whole lot in with a few handfuls of lime.
No names. Horse, mules and the men.
All turned into fertilizer.
This is the first war anyone has given a damn.
My boys should be buried at home,
beside their mother.
Go home, Mr Connor.
(Shouting and chanting)
Come.
You have buildings like this where you come from?
..but he didn't give up.
He kept on fighting for three days.
I told you my son had work to do here, Mr Connor.
- Oh, I... - He's ten!
What would you expect him to say?
Keep it. It's our secret.
(Laughter, piano plays)
(Hens cluck)
(Speaks Turkish)
- Good morning. - Mr Connor.
Would you like some breakfast?
Please.
I-I'm sorry, I don't understand.
What's he saying?
Uh... my father hopes you enjoy your breakfast.
Would you happen to have a... a boiled egg?
(Omer speaks Turkish chant)
(Orhan repeats Turkish chant)
(Hens cluck)
Thank you.
English?
Ah.
Um... your wife, he's asking where she is.
She's dead.
And your sons?
AYSHE: Without papers, you cannot go to Gallipoli.
Take the ferry to the town of Chanak,
then find a fisherman.
If you pay him enough, he'll sail you across the straits.
He'll have no need for British permits.
Thank you.
(Speaks Turkish)
Mr Joshua!
Please, you find my Baba in Çanakkale.
Tell him he must come home. Anne needs him.
- This is your father? - Mm-hm.
- Who's the man in the hotel? - My uncle.
I'll have a look.
You bring him home!
(Soft clattering)
HUGHES: So, what were you doing before the war?
HASAN: This is the Ottoman Empire.
There was no 'before the war'.
In another life, I was an architect.
I was a civil engineer.
Sir? Are we expecting company?
Whoever they are, bring them to my tent.
Sergeant, grab a couple of blokes and go with Lt Greeves.
Sir.
(Echoing screams)
(Gunshot, screaming)
(Hooves thud, horses neigh)
Mr Connor, I'm at a loss.
You walk off your farm,
you turn up unannounced
in this place of horrors... and for what?
Gallipoli is eight square miles of collapsed trenches,
bomb craters, barbed wire,
and more unexploded grenades and shells
than there are pebbles on that beach.
It is not safe.
I know what date my sons were killed.
At Lone Pine.
There's a map, and the last entry
in his diary is August 7th.
Rest assured, I aim to put a name
next to every man out there,
including your sons.
I'm sorry, but you can't stay.
Tucker, escort Mr Connor back to his boat.
Your sons.
DAWSON: Sir, dinner. - Come in, Dawson.
Wrap your laughin' gear around that, sir.
Yum-yum, pig's bum, eh?
DAWSON: Sir. - Hm.
Something you might want to see.
Damn.
Want me to arrest him, sir?
And then what?
Take some food down to him. And a blanket.
(Distant conversations)
- Not swimming? - No.
What are you doing with your farmer?
There's a supply ship back to Constantinople in two days.
Maybe we could help him until then.
You know what the chances of finding his boys are.
We have the day they were killed.
I know the area.
Yeah, we both know it, but why change everything
for one father who can't say put?
Because he's the only father who came looking.
Sergeant!
Change of plan.
CONNOR: Who's the Turk?
Hasan the assassin.
Saw us land, saw us off.
That dog wiped out half my battalion.
He would've killed your boys. We're all best friends now.
I get to serve him breakfast every morning.
Don't worry, Mr Connor. Abdul's, not ours.
This was our front line here.
You were there. Machine gun here, machine gun here.
And one more there.
We could see you. So many blue eyes.
Mashallah.
HASAN: It is very lucky in Turkey to have blue eyes.
Everywhere, except here.
(Grunting, explosions)
(Gunshots)
(Distant shouts)
OFFICER: Listen up, boys! Listen up!
We got to move up that left flank!
Keep your heads low, push forward! No w!
Stick up the nose of these jokers!
We're gonna take the trench tonight!
(Whistle blows, men shout)
(Explosions, men scream)
(Gunshots)
(Projectile whooshes)
(Explosions and gunfire)
(Men scream, grenade blasts)
TUCKER: They're throwing rocks, boys!
They're out of ammo!
Let's get into the bastards!
SOLDIER: All as one!
Let's do it. Let's do it, come on!
(Men scream)
(Explosions)
You came in from two sides - here and here.
(Men scream)
HASAN: We built a roof to protect us from shell fire.
Instead we made a trap for ourselves.
(Shouting and grunting)
Inside it was bayonets, knives, hands, teeth.
It was so dark and close,
we did not see who it was we struck.
(Grunting and snarling)
(Distant shouting)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
(Men shout)
HASAN: Three days.
We only stopped
because we could not climb over the bodies.
(Grunting)
(Screams)
(Gunshot)
(Rifle cocks)
(Gunshots)
(Distant screaming and shouting)
As long as Allah make me breathe,
let me see nothing like these days again.
(Boom!)
(Explosions continue)
(Gunfire)
(Boom!)
(Grunts)
HENRY: Are you alright, Artie? ARTHUR: Bugger off, you two!
Leave me!
HENRY: Yeah, righto, mate! Whatever you reckon!
(Arthur screams)
ARTHUR: Leave me!
(Arthur pants)
(Gunshots) - No!
No!
(Rapid gunfire) - (Arthur screams)
(Screaming)
(Arthur pants) (Edward screams)
(Sobbing, screaming)
(Men groan and wail)
(Throaty wail)
(Sobs softly)
(Men wail and sob)
(Distant explosions)
(Edward wails)
(Breathes deeply)
(Sobs softly)
(Wind gusts)
They're right here.
(Scraping and digging)
Sir.
It's your son. Edward.
No, I wouldn't.
The bastards executed him.
He gave the order not to take prisoners.
He killed the sick, he shot the wounded.
One shot through the head, that's how they did it.
Especially him. He killed your son.
He gave them no chance, that's what he did.
HUGHES: Stop him!
I said stop him!
(Shouts angrily)
- Steady on, Sergeant. - You killed my sons!
You sent them, Mr Connor. You invaded us.
Take him away. Put him under guard.
I'm most terribly sorry.
He has two more sons. We should keep looking.
War's over, Sergeant.
HUGHES: We found Henry. - Lying beside him.
How on God's earth did you know they'd be there?
But you haven't found Arthur yet.
HUGHES: No, we combed the area thoroughly.
Well, he wouldn't leave his brothers, so he must be there.
We'll give Henry and Edward a proper burial tomorrow.
I promised their mother I would... find them and...
..and bring them home.
This is their home now. It's not enemy ground anymore.
They're among friends,
probably the closest they ever had.
Leave 'em, they always will be.
Take 'em back,
they're just a couple of dead blokes in the cemetery.
She wanted them buried in consecrated ground.
How much blood do you need for it to be holy?
You know we lost over 2,000 men
in those four days at Lone Pine?
The Turks lost 7,000.
We didn't take too many prisoners either.
I don't know if I forgive any of us.
CONNOR (Reads): 'The prince closed his eyes
and said tangu.
He sailed through the night to his father's lands.
As the carpet settled gently
on the lawn of the royal palace,
the sultan dropped to his knees,
salted tears streaked his cheeks.
As he embraced Prince Hussein, he cried, "My son.
My son.
After all your rich adventures...
..the magic carpet has carried you
on the four winds to this...
..your home."'
HASAN: Forgive my intrusion.
Major Hasan, I wanted to apologise to you
for my outburst.
There is a Persian saying - may you outlive your children.
It sounds like a blessing,
but it is the worst curse
one can place on the head of a man.
I had this list sent from Istanbul.
This is your family name.
What is this list?
If this is your son, he was taken prisoner.
He did not die here. He left Çanakkale. Alive.
♪ MIDDLE EASTERN FOLK MUSIC
(Low conversations)
Joshua Bey.
Hello.
Did you find my father?
No.
(Applause, low conversations)
♪ ARABIC MUSIC
Sorry, am I intruding? Is it is his birthday?
No, his Sünnet.
Oh, bloody hell. It's a private thing.
- No! - Sorry.
Do you want to see my scar?
Ah, thanks, mate. No.
You have guests.
Welcome back to Stamboul, Mr Connor.
- You are always welcome. - Thank you.
(Crowd chants)
My apologies, Major.
Admiral Calthorpe will have to reschedule your meeting.
Perhaps next Tuesday? Does that suit?
Yes. If your Admiral could also reschedule the Greeks.
Allow us to handle the Greeks
through proper diplomatic channels.
Let us not have another war.
It's the same war. It hasn't ended.
Major Hasan, can you tell me the...
No. I have finished helping.
Mr Connor, do you have your passport?
You were specifically ordered not to go to Gallipoli.
I'm not in your army.
All I need to know is the name of the prison camp
they sent my son to.
If your son did not return home,
the sad reality is, he's deceased.
This was the Ottoman Empire,
one of the largest empires the world has ever known,
and presently it's being carved up.
The Bolshies, they want the Black Sea.
The French and Italians, they want the Aegean.
And currently, in Anatolia,
where the prison camps were incidentally,
the Turks and the Greeks are turning the place
into a complete and utter blood bath.
So where, pray, in all this madness
would you like us to start looking for your son?
You said the prison camps were in Anatolia?
Who would have those records? The Turk army?
The camps are gone. They're all gone.
And so are you.
Lieutenant, show Mr Connor out.
I will be at your hotel, 0400 on Thursday,
with your passport and a ticket home via Calcutta.
Courtesy of the British Army.
We will make sure you will not miss that boat.
Have you bothered to ask yourself, man -
if your son was still alive, would he not simply come home?
Mr Connor, please.
LIEUTENANT: My brother died on that bloody Peninsula.
My fiancée works for the Red Cross here.
If it would be helpful, I could arrange an appointment.
That would be very helpful, thank you.
Well, Mr Connor, I think you
can show yourself out from here.
Good luck.
Thanks again.
(Crowd chants outside)
(Chanting in Turkish)
(Hammering)
(Low conversations)
Major Hasan? I need to talk to Major Hasan.
(Gasps)
Nobody will tell me what prison camp
they sent my son Arthur to.
Your army must have records? Please, I'm at a dead end.
Then now we are in the same place.
I told you, I cannot help anymore.
You must never come back here, Mr Connor.
(Hens cluck, Orhan laughs)
He is handsome, eh? Don't you think?
Big, strong.
I do not think about other men. I'm married.
No, of course. His equipment is all there Ayshe Hanim.
In need of practice, but all there.
Anne, Joshua Bey is coming with us to the cistern.
No. It is just you and me today. Special treat.
I am sorry, Mr Connor, this is not possible.
- It will not be proper. - Hm, I understand.
Next time.
Oh! Mr Connor...
Perhaps if you were to follow 20 paces behind,
then there would be no shame.
(Chuckles) I will get my hat and my coat.
(Conversational hum)
CONNOR: You know where I live, my home?
Sometimes it doesn't rain for three or four years at a time.
We have to find water
that's fallen through cracks in the earth.
How do you find it underground?
Well, there's the trick. You have to feel it.
And you feel it every time?
No. I have dug a lot of wells
that just turned out to be holes.
CONNOR: I'll show you.
I have something of yours.
Orhan asked me to find your husband.
I hate this photograph.
Turgut is a musician, never a soldier.
How long were you married?
I am married.
12 years.
My mother had arranged for me to marry someone else.
But my father fought her.
He told her, 'Why would we want our daughter
to be as miserable as us?'
It is not easy to marry for love here.
Maybe my mother was right.
Turgut was mad.
Bills to the roof not paid, music all hours,
parties, lazy friends.
I miss the chaos.
I wish my mother had arranged my marriage.
You did not love your wife?
Oh, I adored her.
I was just so bad at courting,
I think she only married me out of impatience.
(Chuckles) But it was happy.
Very. Until the boys were lost.
It's good to know where they are.
Not lost or nameless anymore.
I was told my oldest son was taken prisoner.
So he's alive?
I don't know.
But you have hope.
Hope's a necessity where I come from.
AYSHE: Goodnight, Mr Connor.
Goodnight.
(Sobs softly)
(Knocking)
(Fire crackles, paper flutters)
Take care, your fate is in there.
It is a silly peasant game. You have to drink it first.
Now we wait.
We decide everything here by coffee. Business, holidays.
- Even our husbands. - And that works?
When two families come together
to arrange a marriage,
the young girl serves them coffee.
If it is sweet, she approves of the match.
If it is bitter, go away.
The more sugar, the deeper the love.
(Scoffs) It is all peasant nonsense.
(Hens cluck)
- (Grunts) - (Shouts)
(Cries)
Stay here.
(Cries)
Stop! Stop, you fool! This is not your business!
This is what you want? The enemy?
It has nothing to do with him!
My brother was a fool! You disgrace our family!
Go! Go, you have to leave now!
You've offended his honour, he'll not forgive this!
- He hit you! - I hit him!
You see, you understand nothing.
You will never understand!
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Yes. Yes, you and your sons and your armies,
all doing the right thing!
All you did was rob Orhan of a father
and left me with choices like this!
Then, please, let me help.
Ha, so now you will rescue us.
I didn't mean it like that, I raised three boys.
And where are they now?!
This is not your world. Go home, Mr Connor!
You don't need to go. She gets angry with me all the time.
(Grunting)
JEMAL: You would make a good ambassador, Connor Bey.
You know him? This man has dishonoured my family!
My orders are to take him to Major Hasan.
Come here, Connor.
First we will teach him a lesson about honour.
All four of you?
Come on.
JEMAL: I found your son's name on a list of wounded.
They take him from Çanakkale to a camp in Afyon.
After Afyon we don't know. Winters are hard.
What, you mean he died there?
(Scoffs) No more records. We are Ottoman, not German.
Tomorrow you will be on a boat, back to Australia.
Jemal and I will travel east, to Ankara.
Mustafa Kemal is gathering a Nationalist army there.
We must pass through Afyon.
I will ask if anyone remembers your son.
Could he still be in Afyon?
No.
As a soldier, as a father,
I tell you, it is past praying.
ALL: Mustafa Kemal!
- Who's he toasting? - Turkey's future.
(Jemal sings in Turkish)
(All join in singing)
HASAN: Look at him.
He is the worst sergeant in the whole Ottoman Army.
Three times I have saved this man's life.
- Never once in battle. - (Chuckles)
Look at him, like a peacock
with big moustache and gold buttons.
'I love my wife, I love my children,
I have a big stick up my arsehole.'
(Laughs)
Tonight, we kill this man with lion's milk.
JEMAL: Serefe. Forget. - Serefe.
- (Speaks Turkish)
(Singing continues)
(Cheering)
(Chuckling)
First Australian I met - not to shoot at, to talk to -
was a thief - at Lone Pine.
This man waves a white cloth,
calls out and walks straight across no-man's land.
He is carrying something.
1,000 guns are on him. 2,000 eyes. But he walks.
He reaches us and drops one of our wounded into our hands.
We shared a cigarette and he walked back.
- No-one shot him? - I should have.
It's only when he got back I realised
he had stolen my cigarettes.
And my lighter.
(Both chuckle)
AYSHE: Mr Connor.
I'm sorry if I disturbed you. If I could pick up my bag.
Of course. Orhan put it in your room.
I wish to apologise for all I said.
I was angry. I meant none of it.
I'm the one who should be apologising.
You're right, I did fill their heads with heroic nonsense.
God and king and country.
It was my job to steer my boys to manhood.
And I failed them.
I measure a man by how much he loves his children,
not by what the world has done to them.
They'll be here for me in the morning.
Well...
You can't travel on an empty stomach.
♪ SOFT ROMANTIC PIANO
ARTHUR (Shouting): No!
(Rapid gunfire)
(Call to prayer from many voices)
(Chanting continues)
BRINDLEY: Mr Connor!
Mr Connor! Good morning. Come down here, please.
We've a very long walk to the dock.
Lieutenant, if you'd be so kind as to go down to the dock
and speak to the captain and make sure he holds that boat.
Thank you.
CONNOR: I saw him, I saw him clearly. He's not dead.
- You cannot go back. - No.
(Knocking) BRINDLEY: Connor!
Come on.
Kick that damn door in!
(Man grunts, door crashes)
Connor!
Go up over the roof. You can get to the city wall.
(Door crashes) SOLDIER: Move!
(Speaks Russian)
- Where's Joshua Connor?! - (Speaks Russian)
BRINDLEY: Connor?
Upstairs! Quickly!
Be careful of the tiles.
SOLDIER: On the roof!
Connor! Connor!
(Shouting in Turkish)
(Grunting)
He's alive, I know he is.
Please, take me with you.
(Train rattles)
Ambassador, what part of the Ottoman Empire
did Australia get?
It wasn't about land for us.
Always it's about land.
We don't need any more land. We fought for a principle.
You fight, you die, you get nothing.
JEMAL: Good principle.
- A weapon, yes? - In the right hands.
JEMAL: Yeah? - It's a game, called cricket.
JEMAL: Cricket? - Yeah, it's a cricket bat.
- You play? - Yeah. Well, everybody plays.
Yeah, you need a ball and that's the bat.
Show us.
- You need a lot of space. - Yeah.
CONNOR: So the idea is you have the ball
and you bowl it with a straight arm
and you try and hit the wicket.
- Straight arm? - Straight arm.
Ready?
(Laughter)
That's the way. Straight arm.
Englishers, always with rules.
(Cheering and applause)
(Conversations in Turkish)
Give me the stick. Give me the stick.
The Greeks are deeper inland than I thought.
They terrorise the people and burn the towns.
We used to be one country, now we are constantly at war.
(Rifles cock)
(Brakes squeal)
(Gunfire, glass shatters, shouting)
(Screaming)
(Rapid gunfire)
(Screaming)
(Explosion, shouting)
(Shouting, screaming)
(Explosion)
(Shouting, gunfire)
Joshua, pick up a gun!
(Shouting, gunshots)
(Men scream)
(Rapid gunfire)
(Shouts threateningly)
(Shouts)
I'm from Australia... yes.
(Distant shouting and screaming)
ANZAC Bey, don't invade a country
if you don't know where it is.
(Jemal says prayers)
(Says prayer)
(Grunting)
(Gunshot, screaming)
(Bang!)
(Distant screaming and shouting)
(Gunshots)
HASAN: Our horses need rest.
- Raki? - Ouzo.
Same mother.
To Jemal.
It is a miracle Allah turned a blind eye so long.
I will ride with you as far as Afyon.
Joshua! Where are you going? Afyon is this way.
He's here.
Arthur!
Joshua? Come.
Arthur?
Art.
Dad.
Son.
You're here?
Yes.
Time to come home.
I'm not coming back. None of us are.
They're dead.
I know.
How's Mum?
She's with your brothers.
You told me to take care of them.
You said, 'Look after your brothers'. I didn't.
Henry had his face shot off.
One minute he was there and then he just... wasn't.
Ed bled out for hours.
(Moans)
- Artie. - Hey.
I want Mum.
Hold on.
Someone will come for us.
I'm a gut shot rabbit.
Artie.
Yes, mate.
I can't shoot myself.
They won't let me into heaven.
- You can't ask me. - You have to do it.
No.
You're my brother.
Climb onto the carpet, mate.
Let's get out of here.
Take me home, Artie.
It only works if you close your eyes.
I love you.
Tangu.
(Wails)
I killed them.
They can't come home.
So...
You see?
It's alright to leave me here.
I didn't lift a finger to stop any of you.
I killed your brothers the day I waved you off.
Arthur... your brothers live on in you.
You must go.
It's too dangerous here.
He's right, Joshua. The Greek soldiers are here.
I must leave now.
(Shouting)
(Shouts in Greek)
How do I thank you?
Teshekullar.
Teshekullar, Hasan Bey.
(Shouting and gunfire in the distance)
Tell your son when he's well...
Tell him he still owes me a packet of cigarettes.
And one lighter.
(Shouting in Greek)
(Screaming and shouting)
- Arthur! - Dad! This way!
(Shellfire)
(Gunfire)
(Speaks Greek)
(Shouts in Greek)
Give us a hand.
This'll take you across the valley.
Once you pass the village,
head north towards the coast and follow it.
I'm not leaving without you.
(Shell explodes in the distance)
I've buried your mother. I've buried your brothers.
If you're not coming with me I have nowhere to go.
Either we leave here together or we'll die here... together.
(Shell explodes nearby)
Is it cold?
No. It's freezing.
When we finish here,
why don't we see if we can find some fresh clothes?
Righto. Sounds good.
'You want room, clean sheets, hot water...'
No Germans. '..no Germans.'
(Gasps)
Joshua Bey! You came back for me!
Welcome back, Mr Connor. Is this your son?
Arthur.
Orhan... help me show Arthur our second-best room.
She's outside.
Mr Connor.
You speak Turkish like a villager.
Am I welcome here?
All are welcome here.
You don't seem surprised that I'm back.
It was in your coffee, weeks ago before you left.
I told you. Everything is in the coffee.
♪ Time
♪ Can be the enemy
♪ When you're locked in a world of pain
♪ Days go floating by
♪ And it just doesn't change
♪ It just stays the same
♪ Then you came along
♪ And showed me how to start
♪ Now the sun shines in my heart
♪ The sun shines in my heart
♪ I was so lost
♪ But now I'm found
♪ The song they used to sing
♪ On Sunday afternoon
♪ Love was my alibi
♪ For all the life lost
♪ Now you made love my reason
♪ You made love my truth
♪ And the sun shines in my heart
♪ Time
♪ Is now a friend to me
♪ You make me feel adored
♪ When I look into your eyes
♪ It's like I'd never been
♪ Never been loved before
♪ You showed me the way
♪ You showed me how to start
♪ Now the sun shines in my heart
♪ The sun shines in my heart
♪ But I was so lost
♪ Now I'm found
♪ The song they used to sing
♪ On Sunday afternoon
♪ Love was my alibi
♪ For all the life lost
♪ You made love my reason
♪ You made love my truth
♪ You made love my reason
♪ You made love my truth
♪ And the sun shines in my heart
♪ Time
♪ Time. ♪
Captions by CSI Australia