Beneath Hill 60 Page #3

- EMMA:
It's Mr...

- Mr Woodward.

Yes.

May I have some tea, please, Mama?

Yes, if you refill the milk jug

first.

And you can re-tie that ribbon,

young lady.

MARJORIE:
Yes, Mama.

She's so grown-up.

Well, she thinks so

but, between you and me,

I think she still has a long way to go.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

MARJORIE:
It's alright.

What now.

- GORDON:
Hey, I outflanked him.

- COLIN:
No, you didn't.

Actually, I believe that Colin

has outflanked yours, see?

And my left flank moves forward...

- Mr Woodward?

- Yes?

- Do women ever go down mines?

- I don't think so.

Bad luck, they reckon.

Well, that's good

because I don't know that I'd like

to be so deep underground.

It must feel awfully claustrophobic.

It's funny. I quite like it down

there.

Really? Why?

Snug.

Hmm. Snug.

- (SPITS LOUDLY)

- Marjorie!

- Sorry, I...

- Are you OK?

Yes, I just...

Just go and clean yourself up

immediately.

I'm so sorry.

One moment she's an adult,

the next minute she's a child.

Now, while Moffat's away,

I want you to visit whenever you can.

- You promise me?

- I promise.

Right.

Mr Woodward, I hope you'll forgive

my silly indiscretion at the table.

Of course. Think nothing of it.

Well, goodbye, all.

Oh!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(LAUGHS)

Marjorie Waddell, did you have

something to do with this?

WOODWARD:
No, no.

It's my own stupid fault, I'm afraid.

He got into the lucerne this morning

and suffered terrible flatulence

on the ride over.

I think that's perhaps

how we got here so quickly.

(LAUGHS)

So, when I arrived I loosened the

girth.

Must've forgotten to cinch it up.

Stupid of me.

Are you sure you're not injured?

No, I'm fine, honestly.

Thank you for the tea, Mrs Waddell.

Mr Waddell.

Oliver.

Isabel.

(BIRD CHIRPS)

Anything?

There's something wrong

with this bloody candle.

It's just making it darker.

It's not the candle, Pull Through.

It's the air.

Not enough oxygen for it to burn.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Could be worse.

Oh, Tommo, how could it

possibly be worse?

Well, they could send us to Hill 60.

What's Hill 60?

Messines Ridge, just across the

border, near Wipers'.

Blokes from the 40th

were sent off yesterday.

Fritz has got the high ground.

Our blokes are trying to fight in

bogs - bloody marshland.

Trenches running like

rivers of blood, they say.

That's just talk, probably.

(BIRD CHIRPS)

Shush, you little bugger.

You'll get us all killed.

Norm...

- (TIMBER SNAPS)

- (MAN GASPS FOR BREATH)

- (GUNSHOT)

- Aarggh!

(GUNFIRE)

Aarggh!

Aaaarggh!

- (LANTERN SMASHES)

- (MEN GRUNT AND STRUGGLE)

(MAN GURGLES)

(MAN SOBS)

TOM:
Oh, my God.

Howd you know it wasn't me?

Lucky guess.

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