Beneath Hill 60 Page #2

(SHELL EXPLODES)

(CRIES OUT)

(IMITATES CLAYTON)

Spot of tea, old man?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, rather!

- (EXPLOSION)

- (CRIES) Mama!

It's alright, Tiffin. It's alright,

son.

(CICADAS HUM)

(WHIP BIRD CALLS)

Hello? Is anybody home?

I found these two little rascals

down by the creek.

They don't belong to you, do they?

Oliver, is that you?

Mrs Waddell.

Colin, Gordon, round the back.

Clean yourselves up before

your father gets home. Now, please.

BOY:
(FAINTLY) Hey, hey, wait.

That's not fair!

I was hoping I might catch Moffat.

Ah. Well, you're too late,

I'm afraid. He's joined up.

Light Horse?

MRS WADDELL:
Of course.

How was Papua? You know, we thought

the headhunters might have got you.

They took one look at my head

and ran away.

(LAUGHS)

Tell you something, though, Mrs

Waddell,

I could have stayed there forever.

Just... why don't you put the nag

in the stable and come inside?

We want to hear all your stories.

WOODWARD:
Come on, mate.

Is that you, Isabel?

- MR WADDELL:
He's a major now.

- WOODWARD:
Not surprised.

At school, we called him Captain'.

- He was captain of everything.

- (LAUGHS)

And were there complaints?

- No, sir.

- No.

- We wouldn't dare.

- Well, that's our Moffat.

- Woody, Woody, Woody!

- Yes?

Gordon reckons he can hold his breath

for one minute and thirteen seconds.

- Can he really?

- Watch.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

Where's he posted now.

Well, we don't know. Egypt, we think.

...sixteen, seventeen...

It'll be the engineers for you,

now, I'd imagine.

I'd hate to think I wasted my time

training you up.

They've asked me not to join up, sir.

They need to keep the mine running.

Well, it's copper for the war effort.

We can't get it out of the ground

fast enough.

God knows how many shells

they think they'll need.

- COLIN:
34, 35...

- Well, an army needs munitions.

No, an army needs good men,

first and foremost.

...38, 39...

- GIRL:
Woody!

When did you get back?

How was Papua?

What are you doing now.

Are you going to stay with us again?

- Are you? Oh, can he, Mama?

- Just slow down a minute, Marjorie.

And it's Mr Woodward.

- (BIRD SHRIEKS)

- Go and play with Gordon, little man.

- Come on, let's have a battle.

- GORDON:
Alright.

- Marjorie.

- Mr Woodward.

The answers to your questions are -

two days ago, hot,

I'll be working at Mt Morgan mine

and, thank you, but I have

my own accommodation in town.

(LAUGHS)

- Is this for me?

- Oh, yes, but it's very silly.

- They make them for kids.

- No, it's beautiful.

I love it. Thank you.

Doesn't he look wonderful?

Some men are just born to be

in uniform, don't you think, Woody?

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