Beneath Hill 60 Page #4

Jesus Christ.

Is he dead?

Call it even, eh, Tommo?

(CHUCKLES)

(PIGEON COOS)

(EXPLOSION)

- Sh*t!

- (PHONE RINGS)

McBride.

(MAN ON TELEPHONE

SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Location?

Say again.

How many?

Right.

Casualties?

Two missing - um, Morris and Dwyer.

(BREATHES NOISILY)

Hows the air?

(BIRD CHIRPS)

If they were near the face...

Not a chance. Not a f***ing chance

in the world.

...they may have found an air pocket.

This strata holds up sometimes.

We struck some in Papua.

It's kind of... dense...

(SNIFFS AND SPITS LOUDLY)

It's pointless -

the whole miserable stunt.

- (BIRD CHIRPS)

- Lively, boys.

Steel soles.

German.

Stupid pricks.

Hear 'em coming a mile off.

(BREATHES HEAVILY AND COUGHS)

- MAN:
Mate?

- I need you to move back.

Mate, are you alright?

(BREATHES NOISILY)

Help me here.

MAN:
Aarggh!

It's Tommo.

(MAN COUGHS)

Shh!

(MAN COUGHS)

- Boys, it's Pull Through.

- Boys? Is that you, boys?

Hang on, Pull Through. We'll just...

Easy.

Can you get me out?

I thought I was a goner.

Watch out for your specs.

- Easy. Easy.

- (COUGHS)

(VOMITS)

Didn't think you'd get out of the

bloody war that easy, did you, old son?

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

WOODWARD:
Morris,

can you hear me?

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

(BREATHES RAPIDLY) Tommo?

- Tommo!

- Morris, can you hear me?

Tommo! Tommo's in there.

There's a man buried.

Tommo! Tommo! No!

(PULL THROUGH COUGHS)

Take Morris up

to the dressing station, Fraser.

Come on, Pull Through.

One arrives nearly every day -

no stamp, no return address,

of course.

But what do they mean?

That I'm a coward.

But you're not. You're staying here

and doing your duty.

Shush now, Marjorie.

Mr Woodward knows

how to stop the feathers.

MARJORIE:
So, you agree with them?

Well, let's just hope

that there won't be any more.

On the contrary,

just a few more feathers

and I'll have a whole chicken.

- (LAUGHS)

- WADDELL:
Isabel!

MARJORIE:
Are you missing Papua?

I worry about the local workers.

Bougainville is just up the coast.

It's a German colony.

If they send the German fleet down...

Good Lord, man! What would

the Germans want with Papua?

They've bitten off

more than they can chew in Europe.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Anyway, the word is the whole thing

will be over by Christmas.

Marjorie, clear away the plates now.

Yes, Mama.

Best put those back, Woody.

(BOY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

William...

It's Moffat.

MARJORIE:
Mama?

Take the children to their rooms,

please, Marjorie.

Isabel, boys, come on. Now, please.

William, tell me.

It's not good news, I'm afraid.

Why would they send the Light Horse

to Gallipoli, Oliver?

It's just cliffs, isn't it?

Is it not all just cliffs?

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